Free Ripper's Torment by Sam Crescent Page A

feet. She stepped to the side to wash his front.
Any chance she got to look at him she would take.
    His cock was thrust out, long, thick and pulsed to
life. Her hands shook as she did his chest working her way down to his cock.
    “How can you be ready to go again?” she asked, shocked
by the strength of his arousal.
    “You. You make me want to fuck you, Judi.”
    Soaping his length, she heard him moan. Seconds later
his fingers circled hers around his shaft, and he showed her the pace he wanted
her to keep. Her fingers were tight as she worked his length.
    “I’m going to come,” he said.
    Judi kept up her ministrations watching the tip as his
cum jerked out, splashing onto the bottom of the shower, washing down the drain.
    Once they were finished, Ripper turned the water off
grabbing a towel for himself. She made to climb out, but he wrapped a towel
around her body.
    “Are you sure you’re a bad-ass biker?” she asked.
    “Yes.”
    He was being sweet to her, and she didn’t understand
where his tough image came from. Thinking about the dead body, she closed the
thoughts down. Ripper was a force to be reckoned with. She doubted anyone got
to see this side of him.
    “Don’t mistake my caring for you as a weakness, Judi.
Only you will see this side of me and only in private.” He kissed her cheek
then took her hand leading her back to her bedroom.
    “I’m hungry.”
    She was shocked to see they’d been in her bedroom for
two hours already. The time didn’t even register when they were together.

Chapter Seven
     
    Sitting at the kitchen counter, Ripper watched Judi
buzzing around the spacious kitchen. She wore a pair of shorts and a vest. He
wouldn’t let her have a bra or panties, and he liked the view of watching her
tits bounce as she moved. His cock was in pain at the jeans he wore, but he
wasn’t prepared to walk around buck ass naked yet.
    “Do you mind having spicy chicken with salad?” she
asked, holding up a plate with lots of chicken breasts on it.
    “Make sure you cook all of that,” he said.
    “What? There’s a lot here.”
    “Baby, I eat a lot, and chicken and salad is not going
to cut it.”
    “Okay, I’ll make something to go with it.”
    Watching her move around the kitchen, he took a sip of
his coffee while also thinking about her tight cunt squeezing the life out of
his fingers. Her body was going to give him a walking, talking hard-on.
    The shower alone had him bursting at the seams. He
didn’t shower with a woman. Ripper fucked women, and once he was done, they
left his space. Judi was different. She made him want to be a different kind of
man for her.
    Running fingers through his hair he stood up going to
look outside of the window. The sun was still bright in the sky. The
neighborhood was a good one. He watched kids playing on the front lawns. All of
them were wearing buttoned up shirts and looked out of place shooting hoops.
    “How do you like living here?” he asked.
    “It’s good. We’re left alone. Lexie won’t take any
shit from any of the women, and the men are terrified of Devil.” She giggled,
looking over at him. “Lexie went to grab the mail the other day from the post
box at the end of the drive, and one of the guys who lives a few doors down was passing with his dog.” Her eyes were twinkling as she
spoke. “He was flirting with Lexie. His hands reached out as if to touch her,
and Devil lost it. He stormed out of the house and threatened him with his gun.
Pretty much said if he didn’t stick to his own pussy, he wouldn’t have a dick
left.”
    “That makes you laugh?” Ripper asked, smiling.
    She didn’t smile enough. He made a mental note to
change that. Judi was only twenty, and she should be having all kinds of
experiences to make her laugh and smile.
    “Yeah, what I enjoyed was the shock on his face. All
of the people think they’re so good, better than everyone else, but none of
them gave a shit about others. Devil is the president of an MC, and