Desperados MC - Sergeant-at-Arms
By Sienna Valentine
Copyright © 201 4 Sienna Valentine
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, dialogue, and everything else are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to people or events, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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"Your turn."
Madison stared ahead at the big bearded biker in front of her, who now stood naked wearing only his boots and black socks. She only knew him as Prez, and had only met him about five minutes ago after coming into the clubhouse with Dax, another biker she had only met a couple of hours ago. That didn't stop her from fucking him and sucking off his buddy Troy, but at least that had been her decision. She really had no interest in doing it again for the president of their club.
"Come on honey, show Prez them big titties of yours," he said. His pale green eyes were fixated on her chest, and his fingers were wiggling in anticipation of grabbing them. Prez looked to be in his late forties, his dark beard already showing streaks of grey. Madison could tell his body was once muscled, but at this point it seemed like he had let himself go, at least in the belly area. His gut hug over his flaccid penis, shadowing it in the dim light of his office. His body was heavily tattooed, but Madison's eyes were drawn to some text scrawled across his chest. jus primae nocti. It looked latin, but she had no idea what it meant.
Prez stepped forward, reaching up and grabbing one of her big breasts in his meaty hand. He gave it a firm squeeze. "Mmmmm," he growled. "Dax picked a winner this time."
Madison stepped back, out of his grasp, causing the big bearded biker to frown from beneath his whiskers. " Dax not explain things?" he growled. "You want to be with someone in the club, you gotta be with me, first. Jus primae nocti. I get to fuck all the new broads that the guys bring back here before they're allowed to be official ol' ladies. My club, my rules. If you don't like it, get the fuck out. Otherwise, lemme see those big beautiful tits already!" He laughed raucously, his belly shaking as he did so.
Madison couldn't believe the way this day had turned out. She'd only met Dax a couple of hours ago, but she was so drawn to him. Something about bikers in general just got her so wet. She just had to close her eyes and think about them, clad in their leather jackets, tattoos, attitudes, everything! Their whole demeanor just screamed MAN and made her completely overcome with desire.
Even the naked president in front of her, although he wasn't the most handsome of the bikers, certainly no Dax, exuded power. He controlled a room full of thugs, and even had the power to get them to hand over their women for him to fuck before he'd allow them to continue fucking them. There wasn't anything guys were more protective of than their women, in Madison's experience, and yet here he was able to command such obedience from them all. If they couldn't turn him down, how could she? She'd hate to have to leave so soon after finally getting to see a real motorcycle club house. Besides, she'd already sucked off Troy, and she wasn't too attracted to him, either.
With a shrug, she dropped her hands to the hem of her shirt and yanked it up over her head, freeing
By Sienna Valentine
Copyright © 201 4 Sienna Valentine
All rights reserved.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, dialogue, and everything else are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to people or events, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Author's Note
In appreciation of all of my regular readers, I will be providing a discount for all new releases for 24-48 hours. I'll email the discount to everyone on my mailing list , so please join if you want to hear about my future book launches and these sales. NO SPAM GUARANTEE. I will only email about new releases and discounts. You can also feel free to email me at [email protected] with any thoughts about this or future titles, or follow me on twitter @Sienna_Erotica . Thanks for reading and I hope to hear from you!
Click here to see my entire catalog on Amazon!
"Your turn."
Madison stared ahead at the big bearded biker in front of her, who now stood naked wearing only his boots and black socks. She only knew him as Prez, and had only met him about five minutes ago after coming into the clubhouse with Dax, another biker she had only met a couple of hours ago. That didn't stop her from fucking him and sucking off his buddy Troy, but at least that had been her decision. She really had no interest in doing it again for the president of their club.
"Come on honey, show Prez them big titties of yours," he said. His pale green eyes were fixated on her chest, and his fingers were wiggling in anticipation of grabbing them. Prez looked to be in his late forties, his dark beard already showing streaks of grey. Madison could tell his body was once muscled, but at this point it seemed like he had let himself go, at least in the belly area. His gut hug over his flaccid penis, shadowing it in the dim light of his office. His body was heavily tattooed, but Madison's eyes were drawn to some text scrawled across his chest. jus primae nocti. It looked latin, but she had no idea what it meant.
Prez stepped forward, reaching up and grabbing one of her big breasts in his meaty hand. He gave it a firm squeeze. "Mmmmm," he growled. "Dax picked a winner this time."
Madison stepped back, out of his grasp, causing the big bearded biker to frown from beneath his whiskers. " Dax not explain things?" he growled. "You want to be with someone in the club, you gotta be with me, first. Jus primae nocti. I get to fuck all the new broads that the guys bring back here before they're allowed to be official ol' ladies. My club, my rules. If you don't like it, get the fuck out. Otherwise, lemme see those big beautiful tits already!" He laughed raucously, his belly shaking as he did so.
Madison couldn't believe the way this day had turned out. She'd only met Dax a couple of hours ago, but she was so drawn to him. Something about bikers in general just got her so wet. She just had to close her eyes and think about them, clad in their leather jackets, tattoos, attitudes, everything! Their whole demeanor just screamed MAN and made her completely overcome with desire.
Even the naked president in front of her, although he wasn't the most handsome of the bikers, certainly no Dax, exuded power. He controlled a room full of thugs, and even had the power to get them to hand over their women for him to fuck before he'd allow them to continue fucking them. There wasn't anything guys were more protective of than their women, in Madison's experience, and yet here he was able to command such obedience from them all. If they couldn't turn him down, how could she? She'd hate to have to leave so soon after finally getting to see a real motorcycle club house. Besides, she'd already sucked off Troy, and she wasn't too attracted to him, either.
With a shrug, she dropped her hands to the hem of her shirt and yanked it up over her head, freeing
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