Angels and Ashes (Heaven's Rejects MC Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

she wasn’t a client. She’s not my type.”
    Michelle’s eyes travel back to mine with a smirk on her face. “That’s why she’s acting like a spoiled five-year-old in there. No one tells her no, and when she gets ignored for any other woman, she destroys everything around her.”
    “Ignoring her for you will set her off?” I ask just as an idea pops into my head. “I bet I know a way to shut her up permanently when it comes to you. I just have one question: you have an old man I need to know about?”
    “Fuck no; the only man in my life is my vibrator that is desperately in need of new batteries. Why?”
    “You game?”
    Michelle stares at me before she shakes her head and laughs. “You’re kidding, right? Like I would even be your type.”
    “Babe, you’re definitely my type, and if this is a means to an end to make Fuck Me Barbie give you some respect, it’s a job I’ll do freely since I’ve been thinking about that nice ass of yours every time you walked away from me tonight.”
    Arousal and amusement quickly flash across her face before she nods in agreement with my proposal. Leaning back, I remove my hand from the wall and take hers in my hand, leading her to the small space between the dressing room and the backstage storage area. I settle us in the dark and semi-private space, pushing her back against the cool metal of the dressing room’s outer wall.
    “Raze, we can’t do this shit here.”
    “Who the hell is going to stop us?”
    Grabbing her wrists in one hand, I thrust them over her head before tracing my tongue down the left side of her neck to the top of her cleavage. Her breath hitches as I move my mouth to one of her nipples through her shirt. A moan slips from her pursed lips at the contact and she begins to grind her hips against my growing cock. This might not be the way I had planned for the night to end, but if it’ll fuck with Barbie and give Michelle some respect, I’ll do it.
    Michelle’s hands writhe under my hold, begging to be released while my free hand moves farther down her body and slips under her skirt. My rough fingers graze her soaked panties, eliciting quivers from her body. Sliding the wet material to the side, I slip one finger into her glistening heat and circle her clit. A loud moan ripples from her mouth as her grinding intensifies with each pass I make. I remove my finger and release her bound wrists, quickly spinning her to face the wall.
    Dropping to my knees behind her, I slide her panties down her long legs and toss them to the side on top of a stack of guitar cases. Shifting her skirt up over her hips, I see her pussy is gleaming it’s so wet. I slide my tongue through her folds and slide a finger inside of her tight core while she moans louder. I circle my tongue around her clit and finger fuck her. Her muscles begin to contract around my finger indicating how close she is. Breaking the contact from her, I rise from my kneeling position and begin to unfasten my belt buckle just as Barbie rounds the corner of the dressing room. Her eyes grow wide watching my cock spring from my jeans. Grabbing a condom from my back pocket, I slide the latex over my cock and position it at Michelle’s entrance.
    “It’s going to be fast and hard, babe.”
    Michelle’s head bobs in agreement as I push my aching cock inside her. Fuck, she’s so tight and warm. She wasn’t lying when she said that her pussy hadn’t been used in years with her walls squeezing the hell out of my dick. Sliding out of her and thrusting into her at a rapid pace, Barbie’s eyes never leave the scene in front of her. I increase my rhythm and Michelle’s moans grow louder with each thrust as I hold on to her perfect tits for leverage. Her muscles contract harder just when I find my own release. Michelle’s body jerks in response to mine when her orgasm overcomes her while I continue to thrust into her body.
    Pulling out of her wanton body, I slip the condom off my shrinking dick and tie a