Cutter 3 (6 page)

Criminal cried out in pain then, the
strain of what we were doing to his body taking such a strong toll on him that
he couldn’t hold it on any longer. The sound felt like beautiful music to my
ears.

Blaze grabbed a pool stick off the
side holder and snapped it in half over his knee without flinching. He threw
one-half to me and then circled back and forth over Criminal’s pain filled body
sitting in the middle of the table.

“You’re going to stay away from her,
you know why?” He poked him in the stomach hard. “Because I don’t fucking like
you.” He thrust his hand back and smacked Criminal in the shoulder.

He yelped loudly, clutching his body
close.

I tightened my grip around my own
stick. This is what I meant about Blaze always being ready when you needed him
the most. He might be able to control himself in any situation, unlike me, but
he knew when it was time to get down to business, too. He knew when it was time
to let go of that control and make someone pay for their sins.

Heather wasn’t just my sister. She was
his, too.

“And if you don’t stay away from her…”
Blaze circled around the table again and again. He looked like a crack head
coming down from the best high of his life and was desperate for his next fix.
“Well, then Cutter and I will be here every now and then to give you a friendly
little reminder, won’t we, Cutter?”

My pulse raced and my hands fiddled
back and forth in anticipation over what was only seconds away. “Oh, sure.” I
twisted my fingers deeper into the wood. “We’re really good at giving
reminders.”

We both bounced toward the table,
taking turns hitting Criminal over the head with the pool sticks. All I could
see was the blood in my vision, each scream he let out only egging me on to hit
him harder and harder. I wasn’t sure how long it was before Blaze took my grip
and guided it away from Criminal’s head and down to the lower part of his body.

The message was clear.

We wanted to beat the shit out of him
but we didn’t want to kill him.

Not today, anyway.

I probably would have killed him if I
could but Blaze was pretty good about knowing what was and wasn’t too far. I
knew if he thought he deserved to die that he wouldn’t stop me. It was a
miracle he’d even let me come considering my father had made it clear he wanted
me to stay out of trouble for a while cause of that son of a bitch cop.

Not that Blaze could control me.

If I wanted to do something I would
find a way to do it.

This was my club. My world.

And pretty soon I would be in charge
of every soul in it.

Blaze pulled me off Criminal
eventually. He lay there, looking like a crumpled up napkin soaked in blood.
The only indication that he was alive came from the soft moans he would let out
every once and a while. Good, I hoped he felt it for weeks, the piece of shit.

Blaze leaned in close to his crippled
body. “The next time you even think about Heather, I want you to remember how
you feel right now and ask yourself if you want to feel that way again.” He
moved away from him. “Stay the fuck away from her.”

He threw his pool stick on the ground
and headed for the door.

Heather didn’t speak to us the entire
drive back to our dad’s house. She sat in the back seat, her head on Ace’s lap
as she cried silently into his jeans. I assumed she could hear Criminal’s screams
even from outside. That wasn’t my problem, though. I had done my best to shield
her from my life and what we were involved in. She had brought Criminal to my
front door, she had chosen this, and if she wanted to play make believe in my
activities and with my enemies, I would bring her the real deal.

My baby sister was in for a rude
awakening. She shouldn’t be fucking with any guys, let alone ones associated
with any of my damn enemies. Part of me still wished I had killed him right
then and there.

“I hate you,” Heather mumbled as she
got out the car and ran toward the house as fast as she could. She tripped on
the bottom stair, catching herself seconds before she smashed her head into the
pavement.

I rolled down the window. “Tell dad
before I do.”

The slamming of the door was my
response.

No one said shit on the drive back to
the bar; everyone was too worked up to say much. My blood was still pumping
strong, still overwhelmed with the wrath of earlier in the night. Giving
someone a good beating had helped to relieve a little of my tension but it
wasn’t enough.

I wanted more.

I wanted Grace.

I wanted to stick my cock deep inside
of her and look her in the eye while I drilled the fuck out of her, tearing
that fucking pussy to pieces. I was going to make her my dirty girl tonight for
sure.

I took the steps up to my room two at
a time, eager to get to her.

I hoped she was ready for the fuck of
her life.

She was sitting on the bed when I
swung the door open. She had a pair of pink shorts on and a black t-shirt. I
could already see the outline of her nipples in her shirt. Fuck, she was so
hot.

She stood up. “Cutter! Thank God!” She
ran to me and threw her arms around my neck. “I’ve been so worried about you!
You haven’t been picking up your phone! And then I finally got my phone charged
and I had this really weird message from Heather crying her eyes out and…”

I pulled her off me and crushed my
lips on top of hers. The kiss was hungry and nasty, dominated by my tongue and
spit as my hands groped her perfect body, but I didn’t care, I didn’t want to
waste any more time, I wanted to feel her on top of me.

I wanted to feel her all over me.

My bulge sprang to attention right
away, thankful I was finally giving him what I had been thinking about for
hours: my sweet Grace. I linked my hands under her legs and boosted her up so
that her long legs were wrapped around my waist.

God, she felt so good wrapped up in me
like that.

I grabbed her round ass through her
shorts and gave it a hard squeeze while I continued to play tonsil hockey with
her. She tasted like apple and smelled like cinnamon. The thrill got the best
of me and I bit her hard on the lip while squeezing her ass again, this time so
hard that it took up my entire hand.

She gasped in shock but I ignored her,
deepening our kiss and kicking the door shut behind me as I carried her over to
the bed like the precious little angel she was, my precious little angel.

I threw her body down on the bed hard.
Her boobs flopped up and down as she fell, making me want to get her out of
that shirt as soon as possible. I grabbed it and yanked it over her head before
throwing it against the wall in the far corner.

She looked up at me with wide eyes,
fascinated.

She had on a light green bra with tiny
little flowers, her huge tits poked out of the top of the fabric, revealing
epic cleavage. I leaned in closer and ran my fingers up and down her neckline
before leaning in and sticking my tongue between her deep cleavage and giving
it a few rough licks.

I climbed on the bed, looking her up
and down like the delicious piece of candy she was and the treat was all mine.
I grabbed both of her giant boobs in my hands, bouncing them up and down in her
bra while I looked her in the eyes. “Who do these boobs belong to, Grace?”

She hesitated for a split second.
“Yours,” she whispered.

I slipped my hand inside of her bra
and squeezed hard. “That’s right.” I yanked one of her boobs out and then the
other, slapping them back and forth a few times nice and hard before I took my
finger and trailed it down her stomach to her belly button.

Her eyes were on my fingers, wondering
what I had up my sleeve next.

“You know what else is mine?” I
stopped at the waistband of her shorts and yanked on the elastic, letting it
spring back onto her smooth skin. “That sweet, little pussy, Grace.”

She turned orange and looked down.

I loved the way she still got nervous
whenever I said anything raunchy to her. It was such a fucking turn on. I
reached out spanked her cunt a few times through her shorts. “Has my little
pussy been thinking about me all day?” I ran my hand up and down her inner
thigh, teasing her. I felt so smoldering, I just wanted to pin her down and do
nasty things to her perfect little body.

“I… Cutter.” She smiled shyly. “Of
course, I thought about you.”

“No.” I lunged my hand between her
legs and started rubbing her sour spot tightly back and forth. “Has that tight
little pussy been thinking about me, Grace?” I dug the tip if my nail into her
harder. “Getting turned on about the thought of what was going to happen when I
got back here tonight, huh?”

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Yes, what?” I pushed her.

“Cutter,” she breathed. “Are you okay?
You seem… tense.”

“Yes, what, Grace?” I pressed her to
say it again.

“I was thinking about what would happen
tonight and it was making me feel… nice.” She moved her flower into me more,
enjoying how good my hand felt in spite of herself.

“It was making you horny, baby?”

She nodded. “So horny.”

I grinned in satisfaction then moved
my hand out of her legs and tugged on her shorts, pulling them down her legs
and pushing them toward the bottom of the mattress. Her panties matched her bra
and she blushed when I smirked. “Tell me how horny I make you, Grace.”

“Very.”

I ran my fingers back and forth over
the silk fabric of her undies. “I bet it made you wet.” I pricked the side of
her pussy. “We’re you walking around soaking yourself in your panties all day
while you thought about me, baby?” I could already feel her juices flowing
freely.

My huge cock jerked forward more and
more, rising up in my jeans.

I could tell she was growing
uncomfortable, not used to guys talking to her in such nasty terms. It just
made me want to do it more. “You were, weren’t you? Were you thinking about
what it would be like to touch yourself while you thought about me, Grace?”

Grace put her hands over her mouth,
trying to not giggle. “Cutter! You’re making me… you’re making me nervous!” She
moved her hands down, placing them over her stomach. “Are you sure you’re
okay?”

“Show me.” I took one of her hands and
moved it down, sticking it halfway down the fabric. “Show me how you touch
yourself when you think about me, Grace.”

She hesitated, unsure.

“It’s okay,” I soothed. “Just relax.”

The thought of her touching herself
right in front of me turned me on to the max and I undid my belt, taking my
hard cock out so I could rub on it while I watched the beautiful show that was
about to play out before me.

“Go ahead, baby, touch yourself nice
and slow.”

She inched her hand down further until
it was directly over her tenderness and then she started tracing small circles
around her clit as she watched me starting to beat my dick right in front of
her.

“Good girl. Yeah, nice and slow,
Grace.” I reached out with my free hand and yanked down her undies so that I
could get a better view. “Good girl, good girl.” I kept saying the words over
and over again while I stood over her, beating the fuck out of my shaft.

“Am I doing good?” she asked shyly.

I glanced down at her sweet, bare, and
soft pussy dripping with wetness for me. Hell yeah, she was doing good. It
occurred to me she had probably never touched herself in front of anyone
before. A thrill shot up and down my body, I wanted to be the first man to push
her to do things she never thought she would do in her wildest dreams.

“Really good, my sweet Grace.” I moved
closer to her. “But now it’s time to stick your fingers all way inside of
yourself, baby. I want to watch you finger yourself while you think about me.”

She bit her lip and then moved her
finger slowly inside of herself, sticking it in and out slowly. “Oh my Lord,”
she moaned, letting how good she felt take over her entire body.

“Yeah, faster, Grace, finger that
pussy faster.”

She obeyed me, just like I wanted her
to. I grinned watching her get off right in front of me, such a good fucking
girl. I could practically see her fucking wetness dripping down her legs and
onto my sheets. I forced myself to reach up and move her hand, I didn’t want
her to cum without me being able to taste it.

“Cum in my mouth,” I demanded, leaning
down and digging into her soft patch like I was at an all you could eat buffet.
I hadn’t gotten enough of her yesterday. I wanted to taste her cum every day
for the rest of my life, that’s how damn good it was.

Grace’s legs started to shake and
bounce as she got closer and closer to climax. I kissed her center over and
over again, rolling my tongue all over her slit so that I was sure to get every
drop. I took my fingers and spread her pussy lips open nice and wide, digging
my face in and slurping away.