There's been way too many rumors circulating about who has and who hasn't been in my bed. I feel like it's time to set the record straight. Thank you Rebecca for giving me this sweet idea of blogging my sexual escapades for the world to read. I think every woman will benefit from these virtual diary entries.
Before I go any further, I feel it's important that I introduce myself. I'm Curtis, but if you call me that I'll fucking end your life. The name's Switchblade. I'm Vice President of the Devil's Armada MC, and the baddest mother fucker you'll ever meet. Yeah, that guy who has your man running for the hills is me. Six feet four inches of muscle, with the libido of a fucking horny jack rabbit. I'm also the guy that keeps your dreams wet and your pussy aching for more. Don't believe me? Well, let's take a trip down memory lane shall we?
So there's this chick name Chrystal, let's just call her the mastermind behind Quinn letting me out of my damn cage. She was the one whose bright idea was to unleash this beast on Quinn's Ride-or-Diers and they haven't been the same since. I don't think she realized the fire she was playing with until it heated up between her legs.
She talks a big talk . . . but I know from experience that Chrystal is far from the innocent person she pretends to be. That woman has kink coming out here ears and that's why she's the perfect woman to start off my Sweet Butt Chronicles.
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It was a cold wet day in May. A hint of rain hung heavy in the air, and I knew if I didn't get home quick I'd be caught in the middle of a rainstorm. I raced home, taking the back streets as I took as many short cuts as I could take. I was a mile away from the compound when the clouds opened up, drenching me and my bike in heavy sheets of devastating rain.
Driving in the rain wasn't a smart idea on a bike, but I wasn't too far from my destination and I knew I could make it. I never expected for a distraction to change my route. Maybe it was her tits peaking the fabric of her flimsy white top, or maybe it was the way her blonde hair hung down her back, and those wet clothes left nothing to my imagination. Whatever the reason, the woman had me by the balls the second I saw her. She looked lost and needed to be Switched. And what kind of guy would I be if I didn't stop and offer her a ride on the back of my bike.
"Need a ride, Sweetheart?"
Her tongue lashed out, hitting me with a mouthful of sexy venom that had my ears burning. "I don't fucking take rides from strangers, Asshole!"
I stood up and climbed off my bike. I don't think she was expecting me to be as big as I was, because my frame towered over her. The second she saw my massive size, she cowered backward, her body pressing against a chain link fence. Even with her standoffish stance, I could tell she wanted me. Her eyes danced with a million possibilities, her chest rising and falling as her fingers curled around the chain linked loops.
My eyes wandered down her body, stopping at her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra. "You're wet." My voice was seductive and domineering. Without permission I placed a firm hand on her hip, pulling her closer.
She swatted it away. "Don't touch me."
I could see it in her eyes, she'd been hurt in the past, but Switchy had no intention on giving her any pain other than pleasure tonight.
"We can play this cat and mouse game all day, but the truth is, the second I saw you, my dick hardened."
She looked down, eyeing the bulge in my pants, realizing I wasn't lying.
Then her tongue darted out over her lips and I knew I had her in the bag.
"I'm Switchblade." Introductions were a formality that weren't actually needed in my world. Once I was through with her, I'd move on to the next woman in need, it was just how I lived my life . . . one pussy at a time--conquering each woman for a few hours before finding my next prey.
"Chrystal," she whispered.
"Well, Chrystal, you're out here walking in the rain alone, and you're about to catch a cold, let me take you back to my place and I'll warm you right up."
She shook her head. "I don't go home with strangers."
I grabbed her hand and placed it on the front of my jeans. "You have a problem you need to correct, I'm not letting you go until you tame the beast."
Her hand retracted and she slapped me across the face. "HELP!" she screamed.
My mouth covered hers. She may play hard to get, but I could see the way she eyed my leather. She was a bike chaser--a sweet butt in training.
Her hands pushed against me, but the second my tongue entered her mouth, she relaxed, her nails digging into my hair, pulling on the blonde strands as she fought to keep a hold of me. My hands roamed over her hips and played with her nipples still hard and pebbled to perfection.
"Still want to deny that ride, Sweetheart?"
"Take me home," she whispered against my lips.
Yeah, I definitely had this bitch in the bag.
I picked her up, placing her on front of my bike. I could've placed her on the back, but where's the fun in that? This angle gave me the option to wrap my arms around her from behind, coping a feel whenever my hand decided to wander. She giggled as my bike roared to life, vibrating between her legs in sexy chrome foreplay.
The second I had her back at the compound, I had her lifted off the ground, carrying her past all my brothers until we reached my room and slammed the door shut behind us. I started walking her toward the bed but she stopped me.
"Real men fuck standing up," she whispered in my ear.
My dick was too hard to contradict her. If this bitch liked it rough, I'd rough her up real good.
I slammed her against the hard frame of my door, forcing off her shirt until she was nothing but breasts and skin. Her eyes that were filled with desire, watched in admiration as my tongue trailed down her body, making sure there was no surface that hadn't been licked clean of rain.
"We shouldn't," she whispered as I started unbuckling her pants and slipping them down her hips. "We barely know each other. . ."
"If you want to get to know me, baby, there's two things you should know," I whispered, taking her wet jeans down her curvy hips. "One: I'm gonna fuck the shit out of this pussy. I ain't gonna be nice about it either. When we're done you're gonna be begging me for more, but I ain't the kind of man that's gonna keep you around. Once I cum, we're through. Got me?"
She nodded as my finger trailed along her slit until a single digit slid inside her. I slowly pushed it in, watching her eyes as they fluttered closed, her body bucking against my hand for more. When I didn't continue moving my finger, she peeled one eye open, studying my face that was reveling in all her pleasure. It was all the signal I needed to keep going. I knew she wouldn't be able to resist. No woman wants to stop once she's been Switched.
I pressed my thumb against her clit, rubbing a soft circle as my finger hooked and met it on the other side. She screamed out, enjoying how my fingers seemed to know exactly what buttons to push to send her over the edge. I lifted her up, throwing both of her legs over my broad shoulders so I had the perfect angle to slide my tongue inside her crease. Her body curved toward me, her thighs opening so I had nothing else standing in my way.
I waited to see what she would do next. Hoping she'd guide my head between her thighs. Instead, she held my gaze, her lips whispering in wanted need.
"What's the second thing I should know about you, Switchblade?"
The corners of my mouth lifted in cocky arrogance. It wasn't the response I was expecting, and instead of answering her, my tongue dove in, tasting the sweet aftermath of my carefully constructed foreplay. My fingers dug into her milky white thighs, my tongue circling and playing with her swollen clit.
She gasped and bucked against me, fingers scraping through my hair, thighs clenching around my jaw, and just as she was about to cum all over her tongue, I stopped, keeping a steady hand on her hips as I slid up her body and angled myself so I could enter her.
She stared up at me with round eyes, knowing at any second our game would be done. I rolled a condom up my shaft, and bent in, softly dragging my lips over hers before moving my mouth to her ear.
"The second thing you should know about me, Chrystal, is that I'm no fucking gentleman. When I'm done punishing this hot little pussy of yours, you're gonna be on your knees begging for me to stay. But I stay for no woman. And when you realize that you were nothing but another number to me, you're gonna fucking hate to love me." I ended my sentence by slamming into her, her ass hitting the door as my hard thrust rammed inside of her.
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Did you really think I'd give you more? Some things are best left up to the imagination. But there it is folks, an honest to god true story of my encounter with the girl who swears she wants nothing to do with me. The truth is, she just can't forget that night we shared together and she hates that she loves me. She remembers every second of our foreplay in the rain, and the hot sex I gave her up against my door, She opened those legs for me like a goddamn sunflower searching for the sun. She may deny the encounter because she's trying to fuck my best friend Ice, but Chrystal got Switched and maybe if you're lucky, my horny little Sweet Butts, you'll be next.
Until next time, my darlings.
Always in your dreams,
The man, The myth, and the LEGEND...
This Author is not responsible for Switchblade's shenanigans...