Page 46 of Greed

He released her shoulder and took her hand, leading her toward the main clubhouse. There were already a couple of people inside the room, which had seen many an old lady and club-whore initiated inside.

Lindsey wasn’t going to belong to the club though.

She’d be all his, and he was a greedy fucking bastard. The last thing he wanted to ever do was share her.

The people about to witness it were there. He ignored the men and women sitting around waiting. The only person who held any interest to him was Lindsey.

He didn’t know why she seemed nervous, but he had the perfect distraction.

“There’s something I want to show you.”

“Is it something long that has my name on it?” she asked, winking at him.

“Not quite.” Opening his jacket pocket, he got down on one knee and heard her gasp. He’d surprised her. That was good.

“Pie, what are you doing?”

“I’m about to take you as my old lady, Lindsey. I know a lot of women have gone through this, and it’s fucking scary. It’s crazy myself as I don’t want any of these ugly looking bastards seeing you. I know how good you are. How sexy, and I own that.”

She chuckled, and he saw the tears in her eyes.

“For a year I fought these feelings. I don’t know what it is that you do to me, but you make me a better man. A harder man, the right man for you. I’ll do whatever I can to protect you and to love you. You probably could have someone better. In a nine-to-five job but—”

“I don’t want that,” she said. “I never wanted that. I love your bike. Your leather cut, your club, and I love you, Pie. So shut up with the proposal and just ask me already.”

“Lindsey, my impatient woman, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes, hell, yes.”

He took the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger. The perfect fit.

Pie didn’t give her a chance to admire it or to show it off. Cupping her face, he tilted her head back and slammed his lips down on hers, taking the kiss he’d been wanting all night long. Lifting her up, he placed her on the pool table, sliding his hands underneath her skirt, feeling the smoothness of her thighs. She was fucking heaven and belonged to him, only him.

“I’m going to take you now.”

“I don’t care, Pie. I’m yours. Have me. Fucking take me.”

Kissing down her neck, he pushed her jacket from her body, running his hands all over her. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Lindsey worked his belt, opening up his zipper and sliding her hand inside, cupping his dick. He was hard as fucking rock and hissed as she pulled him out of his jeans. Pushing her back against the pool table, aware of the gazes of the club, he ignored them. Sliding her legs open wide, he tore her panties and shoved them into his jacket pocket for safekeeping.

“You keep ruining my panties, baby,” she said.

“That’s because I want to see them on the fucking floor where they belong.” Running the tip of his cock through her slit, he watched her, unable to look away. They both groaned as he slid down, filling her tight pussy.

Pulling out of her, he rocked back inside.

They both panted and moaned as he fucked her on the pool table. Glancing around the room, he saw Duke, Raoul, Chip, Pike, and a couple more with their women. They all looked ready to fuck.

Ignoring them, he focused on his woman, as she thrust up to meet him, taking his cock in deep, and riding him with the same passion.

Pulling out of her, he turned her so that she was bent over the table, and he slid back inside, kissing her neck, wrapping his arms around her, cupping her tits as he played with her, holding her.

With his other hand, he delved between her thighs, found her creamy slit, and began to play, to tease, to make her come.

She cried out his name. The sound echoed around the room, and it triggered his own release. Slamming inside her one final time, he spilled his cum into her pussy, seeming to go on and on forever.

Lindsey was now his old lady, in the eyes of the club, and soon would be his wife.


After their climax, everything became a blur to Lindsey. Pie pulled out of her, picked her up, and they walked out of the room. She didn’t know what, but the sexual tension within the room was so fucking high it had shocked her. The couples looked ready to fuck.

They ended up in Pie’s room, only her arousal had once again returned, and she wanted him, to fuck him, to take him.

Sinking to her knees on his bedroom floor, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, and tasted their combined cum, working him until he was hard.

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