Sic'em Killa

Sore throats and red cheeks

Taya:

The next morning, I woke up sore as hell. Not so much from being strung up on the fence. But because Happy decided fuck his way straight through me last night. After his initial claiming of my body, we didn't stop until the wee hours of the morning. "Hap.." I croaked out, my voice hoarse and my throat raw. Happy opened one eye and grunted at me. "I'm going find coffee." I whispered. He nodded and patted my ass, already drifting back to sleep. Making my way into the bar, I saw one of the prospects head my way. "Coffee?" He asked. I nodded. As I sat down, the vultures circled. Bobby sat next to me as I sipped my coffee. Tig on my other side. "What?" I rumbled, my voice cutting out. "I didn't know you had a Daddy kink..." Tig wagged his eyebrows. "Neither did I..." I smirked cockily.

Last night:
"Fuck! Yeah, yeah... right there, Hap!" I squealed, my ankles over Happy's shoulders as he plowed into me. "MY woman!" He growled, baring his teeth. "Yes!!!" I screamed as I came again. But Happy kept going. He was on some serious tantric shit, the man was like the energizer bunny. In a move that impressed the hell out of me, he turned me onto my side, tossing one leg over his shoulder and keeping the other flush on the bed, he hammered into me until I was screaming incoherently. "Yeah Daddy! Yeah! Oh fuck! Oh God! YesYesYes!" I kept up the gibberish, even as my eyes rolled up into my skull. "Oh shit I'm gonna cum again. Yeah... oh FUCK do that again. Yeah.. oh.. oh..." this continued for hours. I was delirious with pleasure, hardly conscious. "Fuuuuuuuck Daddy!" I screamed out my final orgasm as Happy followed me over the edge.

Present:
My cheeks went red, remembering last night. It was all still so vivid in my mind. I could still feel him inside me. Feel his hand around my throat. Holding back a moan I shifted in my seat. Suddenly there he was. Happy lumbered towards me fully dressed, when he reached me, that hand was back around my throat as he gave me a quick kiss. I purred. Just as the guys were about to give us shit, Jax walked up. "Hap, Tig.. you're with me. Got a last minute run. Shouldn't take more than a day or so. We roll out in 10." He said. I growled and glared at him. "Oh don't give me any shit. I had to listen to my baby sister cum like a fucking freight train last night. Lock that shit down and bite a pillow or something." He growled back at me and shuddered. I busted out laughing and shrugged. Happy and I said our goodbyes, and they headed out.

The next day:
"Any idea when y'all will be back?" I asked Hap, my back to the clubhouse as we spoke on the phone. "Yeah, hopefully by 11:00 tonight or so. Why? You missin me or somethin little girl?" He rumbled into the phone. "Oh I'm missing something, alright. I'm missing that big fat coc- gotta go!" I quickly hung up my phone as Clay tapped me on the shoulder. "What were you just saying young lady?" He asked with a frown. "Uhh.. nothing.." I grumbled awkwardly. I would never trust Clay. Never look at him the same way again, knowing that he set that shit up the other day. He huffed and walked off. "That Happy?" My mom asked as she put a hand on her hip. I nodded. "Yep." "So it's true?" She asked. "So what's true?" I raised an eyebrow. "Croweaters say he's got a fence post for a dick. Long and thick." My mother grinned shamelessly. I just smirked and walked away, still a. It bow legged. Grabbing my phone again I texted Hap.
Taya: So my mother wanted me to confirm a rumor...
Happy: What rumor is that?
Taya: That you've got a fence post for a cock. I didn't answer, but I'm pretty sure the new 'I got dicked down real good' walk I'm doing confirmed it.
Happy: picture message

Happy had sent me a picture of his lap. His hand was outlining the shape of his dick, snaking down the leg of his jeans. Fuck. He needed to get his ass back home. Now.