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    Billy my friend since pretty much as long as Kendall and I had been friends told me it was just fucking, guys didn’t need to feel anything. Hump and dump he called it, and shit if that didn’t become my motto until I met the Demon Bitch, Isabella. I’ll admit where some chicks are star struck with celebrities I was pussy struck by Isabella in the beginning. Isabella Carmichael was one hot bitch. All legs, tanned, and tits that I knew would fill my big hands perfectly. The first time she went down on me, in the locker room no less should’ve known she was one classy bitch even back then, it was out of this world. The first time I fucked her it was nothing short of fan-fucking-tastic. Or so my horny teenage body told me.

    She was wild, and I don’t mean just gave as good as she got. Isabella wanted me to bend her over and spank her, fuck her ass. Even going as far as to do a threesome one time with me and Billy. That was at her request too. Where most dudes would be ‘Hell yeah’, Billy seemed a bit put off by the idea resisting for a good long while. At that time though, what my crazy sex-crazed girlfriend wanted she got. I called in a favour and Billy got down and dirty with us.

    I have to say it wasn’t what I thought it would be. Where I was thinking it would be hot as shit. In actuality it was weird, messy, and involved a whole hell of a lot of fumbling and cursing. After that night I vowed to Isabella it was the last time we’d do something like that. She pouted and carried on about it sure, but it hasn’t happened since and it never will. Thinking on it now, if I had really loved her then, or ever I would never have shared my woman. I know I sure as fuck would never EVER share Kendall with any motherfucker. Just the thought of any man touching Kendall makes my blood boil. Then and now.

    Thinking of Kendall my cock comes to life, and damn if the demon bitch doesn’t notice.
    “Oh Dec. You want more of my pussy baby? You know I’m happy to give you more any time you want it.”

    Shoving off her roughly I grimace. I look down at her and rip the condom off my quickly shrivelling dick I reply to her with undisguised disgust.
    “Fuck off Isabella. You know the only reason I’m even fucking here is because I have to be. If it wasn’t for my kid you’d be fucking gone, and I’d have some fucking peace.”

    Cackling at me she sits up baring her tits smirking,
    “So dramatic Dec. You know the deal. You want to see your rug rat you stay married to me, and fuck me when I say. That, or you can take your chances in court. Let’s just see how much visitation they give a fucking uneducated biker that dabbles in illegal activities. Sure would be a shame if that pretty baby never did see her dad again wouldn’t it.” There you have it. This is exactly why my life is fucked.

    I stay with the Demon Bitch because I have no doubt in my mind that she will take my kid and run if I divorced her ass. Shit. I’ve even considered killin her, making it look like an accident. I know my brothers in the club would be on board with that plan. We’ve even discussed ways to follow through with it when we’ve been drinking. They fucking hate her too.

    To add insult to injury Isabella doesn’t even love her daughter. I question whether she cares about her at all some days. Since the day Lexi was born she has barely spent any time with her. Night feedings, me. Diaper changing, me. Toilet training, teaching her how to walk, rocking her to sleep while she’s teething, all me. I don’t mind. I’ll never begrudge my daughter a fucking thing. I love the times I get to spend with my baby. All of them without exception. They are the times I live for.

    My dad loves Lexi. Max dotes on her as does Priest. Breanna adores her, and Kendall. Well Lexi is madly, deeply, irrevocably in love with Kendall just like her dad. You’d think after knocking some bitch up, and her havin my kid Kendall would have stayed far, far away