“It’s been real, but it’s time to go.”

“I’m not finished yet,” she replies, meekly.

“Yes, you are. I’m never gonna finish with the way you suck dick, and I’ve got shit to do, so it’s time for you to go.”

“You’re kicking me out? Do you know who I am?”

“Nope, sure don’t. Don’t really give a flying fuck, either. Time to go.”

She huffs and puffs as she climbs off the bed and collects her clothing. She keeps looking over at me. I’m not going to stop her if that’s what she’s thinking. She is cute, but she’s nothing remarkable or memorable. She’s going to get the hell out of this room, then I’m going into the bathroom to shower. We have an important sermon today and afterward my crew is heading back to Catawba.

After the bitch finally gets the point and leaves, I saunter to the bathroom to start the shower. Letting the warm water cascade over my body, I wash away the grime of last night, and my thoughts automatically drift to Doll. Picturing her smile, her skin, her body, takes my dick from hard to rock hard.

Release, I need release to get this broad out of my head. Imagining running my rough, calloused hands, over her soft, smooth, perfect skin, I begin to stroke. Each pull of my shaft is bringing the sensations of being inside her more vividly to life in my imagination. Her voice is that of an angel, I can imagine her screaming out my name as I get her off, my large hands cupping her full, luscious breasts, while moving down to squeeze her plump, full ass, with her secure up against me. The face of a doll, the body of a pin up model, and the personality to fit my lifestyle; Doll is everything any man would want.

Tightening my grip as if her pussy were milking me, I increase my pace. The muscles throughout my body are becoming rigid under the pressure, the tension in my balls building, as I finally find my release. In that instant, I think of that simple kiss on my cheek and imagining the feel of her lips wrapped around my dick. My cum is now floating down the drain, and my body and mind are relaxed.

I finish washing, knowing I’ve got to get Doll out of my head. Fuck, I can’t be getting off to Roundman’s daughter. I have to get this shit under control.

With my hair still wet from my shower, I leave it down to dry. I dress in the usual jeans and black t-shirt, finished with my black boots. Hearing the sounds coming from Rex’s room, I know he’s busy, but at least, awake. Grabbing my cut to throw on, I step out of the duplex into the compound lot.

“Tripp, hey brother, how’s it going?” Tank greets as he approaches me.

Tank is exactly that, a tank. He’s not as tall as me; around five foot ten or so, I would say. Broad shoulders and arms show the man is familiar with a gym. I’m built, but he’s stacked. His arms are covered in full sleeve tattoos that go from his neck all the way down, a skull even covering his left hand on one side and his sleeve stopping at his right wrist on the other. The intricate designs are eye catching. The metal in his face adds to his persona as well. His ears are gaged with a lip ring in place, probably for the ladies. His presence is intimidating to most people. Underneath it all, though, he’s hilarious and a big kid, once you get to know him. He’s come to Charlotte a handful of times and stayed at our compound. He’s fun to drink with and the women flock to him. He loves to mess with the pretty boys in collared shirts when we go out and has been known to fuck their bitches right in front of them. He’s fierce, he’s loyal, and he’s everything that represents a Hellion.