Ryker Fallen Angel's MC 3

Ryker

Fallen Angel’s MC 3

Ryler

Fallen Angel’s MC 3

                                                             By Erin Trejo

                                                     Copyright 2016 Erin Trejo

                                                          All rights reserved.

                                                  Edited by: Heather Black and Diane Norwood.

                                                       Cover By: Erin Trejo

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Chapter 1

Pulling into the clubhouse parking lot everything feels surreal. I’ve always been a Nomad since I started this adventure. I never had a place to call home but I do now.

I’m not sure how to handle that. My life has always been on the road. Wherever I was needed was where I went.

I’ve known Creed and Tank for as long as they’ve been in the club and it will be an honor to be a part of their family. They have turned the club around for the better since Sharp’s been gone.

Pulling my helmet off, I look around the parking lot of the place I now call home. I have a family here now and as crazy as it sounds I think I might just enjoy that.

Walking towards the door I can hear all the guys laughing and having a good time. It makes me smile that I’m going to be a part of that now. I never thought that this day would come but being 33 years old; I’d say it’s time for me to settle in somewhere. What better place than this?

Pulling the door open, the smell of cigarettes and liquor fill my senses. It smells like heaven to me. Some wouldn't like it but to me, this is all I know.

Stepping inside, this chapter in my life has officially started.

“Ryker! Come here brother.” Tank stands waving me over to the bar where I gladly go.

“What’s up brother?” Tank pulls me into a quick hug before I take a seat next to him. Reaching up I grab the beer the pretty little red head passes me.

“Just talkin’ about the run Saturday. Heard the Dusts’ were gettin’ in on shit.” Tank nods his head at Creed. Shaking my head, I knew this was going to be a fucked up run.

“The Dusts’ have been pullin’ business from the Northern Chapters for a while now. They are runnin’ more than your everyday white powder.” Creed narrows his eyes at me before scrubbing his hand over his face. I know that wasn’t the information he wanted but that’s what I got.

“We heard that shit too. I don’t like the idea of makin’ the run up there. I would rather they come down here. Our territory, our rules.” Nodding at Creed, I agree but I also know how they operate.

“I don’t see that happenin’ brother. The Dusts’ have always had their own way. No one ever presses their luck with those motherfuckers. They can get ruthless.” Taking a long pull from my beer bottle, I lean my elbows on the bar.

“Yeah, heard that. I just worry about the crew I’m sendin’ out there. We don’t need any more shit. We’re just gettin’ back on track after the shit job Sharp pulled around here.” Creed pulls out a cigarette and lights it up. He looks more stressed than usual. I guess running things will do that to you.

“Look Creed. I’m in this 100%. You want me to run that shit, say the word. I got some pull up north. Nomads run their own way. I can get security if you think we need it.” Tank slaps his hand on my shoulder before I look over at him.

“Good man. I’m fuckin’ glad you chose here brother.” I watch as Tank stands and walks off. I’m glad too even if it is a change for me.

“You sure you want to put yourself out there for us?” Snapping my head back around to look at Creed, I nod my head.

“I chose this club for a reason. No matter what chapter I was in, they always had my back. I know I’ve done a lot of fucked up shit in my day, and it’s time I pay that shit back, Creed. This club is my family now and family comes first.”  Creed nods as he slides the bottle of Jack down the counter.

“You always were family brother.” Unscrewing the cap, I take a long drink before passing it back.

“Won’t any shit change that.”

Chapter 2

Grabbing this little red head by the back of her hair, she sucks my dick like a porn star. As long as she’s been around here she should be good at it.

“Yeah, just like that darlin’.” Raising my hips, I make sure she gags as she takes me all the way in.

The softness of her big plump lips combined with the flick of her tongue and she is about to make me lose all control.

“Shit girl!” Growling, she bobs her head faster. Before she can fully get me off, I drag her head up so she releases my dick with a pop. Fuck, I want to tear this pussy up.

Dragging her up until she’s standing, I lean in sucking her nipple into my mouth.

“Oh God! You feel so good Ryker.” Teasing her nipple with my teeth, I run my hand over her body and straight between her legs. Finding that wetness nuzzled between those thighs, I slide my finger inside of her.

My mouth doesn't stop the torture it’s inflicting on these fake ass double D’s either. Swirling my finger around inside of her, she moans and wiggles. I like it when they wiggle.

“Are you going to fuck me Ryker?” Red tries to ride my hand to get me near that little clit of hers. Little does she know that she doesn't cum until I decide she can.

Flicking my fingers inside of her a little harder, I don't release the grip my lips have on her nipple. The harder Red tries to grind against me the more I want to tie her ass to the bed. In fact, I’m going to do just that.

Sliding my fingers out of her, her head snaps up while she glares down at me. The slight flush on her cheeks tells me she was pretty damn close to finishing by herself.

“You cum before I tell you and I won’t touch you again.” Her eyes narrow on me as she chews on her lip. I don't move until I see her nod her head slightly.

“Get on the bed.” Pushing her to the side, I stand up stripping my clothes off before grabbing the rope out of the bedside table. Red glances over as her eyes widen.

“I didn’t sign up for this shit, Ryker.” Red tries to climb off the bed but I’m faster than she is. I have her pinned down and wiggling beneath me within seconds. She doesn't know what the hell she signed up for with me.

Pressing my lips gently to hers, I kiss her slowly until I feel her body relax.

“You signed up for a lot more than this darlin’. You wanna stay around here as a chaser, you better get used to this shit.” Reaching between us I grip my dick in my hand rubbing it between her legs. I can feel the little quiver of her body. She will do whatever I say.

“Put your hands above your head.” Without hesitation she does as she’s told. Her hands go above her head as I bring the rope up and tie it around them.

“Good girl.” Dragging my beard along her neck, her body shakes with delight. I knew she would get into this. She’s a fucking Angels’ chaser; I can’t be the only freak that ties up his bitches around here.

Kissing my way down her sweet body, I lift her legs over my shoulders.

“If you cum before I tell you, I promise you, I will let every prospect in here fuck you senseless.” I don't miss her little whine. She knows I'm not playing. I’ve never been one for games.

Leaning down I stick my tongue out and flick it through those wet folds. Shit, this going to be good. Red wiggles as her pussy clenches before my eyes.

“Mmm. This is goin’ to be fun makin’ you squirm.”  Blowing against her pussy, her back arches.

I don't give her a chance to move any further, I bury my face between her legs licking and sucking.

My tongue dives deep into her warmth before I scrub the scruff of my beard over her clit.

“Ryker! Shit!” Red screams my name making my dick that much harder. I swear if she keeps that up I will fucking cum all over this bed. 

Moving quickly, I climb up and position myself between her legs before slamming into her. She wasn’t ready for that but I don't give a shit.

Pushing down on her thighs, I spread her wide open for me. I love nothing more than seeing a woman spread the way she is right now. Rolling my hips, I get in real deep as she yanks at the rope. She ain't going anywhere.

“Untie me.” Her eyes plead with me as I slam into her as hard and as rough as I can. I need to feel everything she has in her right now.

Red writhes beneath me but the force I put behind every thrust keeps her pinned in place.

“Ryker, stop.” Red hollers as I piston my hips into her. She has nowhere to go and I fucking love it.

Letting go of one of her thighs I slide my hand over and find that throbbing little bundle of nerves. Slowly circling it with my thumb her body arches off the bed again.

“Oh yes!” I knew she liked what I was doing to her.

Rubbing harder, she clenches her pussy around me until I feel like I'm about to explode.

“Don’t you do it.” Growling, I stop the rubbing and barely move my dick inside of her.

“Ryker! Please!” I love how she looks so fucking horny and ready to explode all over me but if she wants it she will beg.

“Beg me darlin’. Beg me for what you want.”

“Please let me cum. I want to cum, Ryker.” A few more hard thrusts and I let her have what she wants.

Blowing inside of her feels good but it’s nothing spectacular.

I pull out of her before standing and grabbing my jeans pulling them on quickly. I don’t need to waste any time with talking or cuddling.

“What are you doing?” Red looks over at me with a little unease.

“Goin’ to get a beer. You’ll be ok till I come back.” Red screams as I chuckle and leave the room. Yeah, I’m a real piece of shit.