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fuck for Twinkie.
    Snarling, I grabbed her pig tails, jerking her head up over my shoulder while I slid inside her. My hips hit auto-pilot as soon as her hot cunt swallowed me up.
    Surprisingly tight for a whore. It would do, and I'd do her, use her pussy to medicate myself for the  night with a little help from Doctor Jack.
    I pistoned hard and fast, feeling the fire building in my balls. It took her a minute to fully process the fact that I was fucking her. Yeah, me, the six foot five, totally silent asshole who never had one night with a whore in this clubhouse in all the weeks he'd been home.
    Her fingernails wrapped around my shoulders, just below the blades, digging in little by little. These girls were used to getting fucked. Showing them new tricks wasn't easy.
    Fuck if I didn't make her come, though. Maybe she blew her gasket on the novelty of fucking me, or maybe it was because I was just that goddamned good.
    She moaned my name a couple more times, sucked at my throat, making me growl like a demon in her ear while my hips went berserk. Her ass slapped the wall over and over, and I seriously wondered if I'd put her butt through the goddamned sheetrock.
    Didn't stop me. Didn't make me give up a single second. It'd take a raging bull to stop me after this, buried balls deep, the first cunt I'd had in almost two fucking years. The first one I had since...
    Sally.
    Her name crackled into my fucked up brain like a phantom, ruining it just as Twinkie's pussy tightened like a rubber band around my cock.
    Fuck, fuck, fuck.
    She convulsed. I couldn't hold back. I pinned her down, straining the wall worse than ever, listening to her breath hitch while my balls throbbed, ready for release.
    I came into the condom, trying like hell to squeeze the rage outta my body. But it wouldn't fucking leave. She'd buried it too fucking deep, and emptying my nuts in this whore wasn't doing shit except scratching a temporary itch.
    Damn if I didn't scratch it raw. My body slapped hers against the wall 'til I couldn't see, couldn't feel anything except the wave of fire, hate, and frustration rippling through me, but never leaving me as easy as the seed flowing into that sheath wrapped around my length.
    Fuck me.
    Her hips were still trembling against mine when I pulled out. I let go, watching her sink to the floor, knocked into a sex coma.
    Okay, maybe there was a little pride in that. Just not enough to scrub the dirt from my skull.
    “Get up,” I growled. “Clean up in the bathroom and get the fuck out. I need to sleep.”
    “Wait, what? You don't want me spending the night?” Those big blue eyes made me wanna punch the wall.
    Cruel fucking reminders. That was exactly what they were, dark gems telling me she'd never be the chick I really wanted wrapped around my dick, even if they had a few things in common.
    “You heard me. Go.” Grabbing her pants off the floor, I threw them at her, and pointed to the small bathroom attached to my room.
    She pouted. I watched her turn around and pull up her panties, then the torn jeans she always wore around the clubhouse.
    That hollow feeling hit me as I eyeballed her all the way to the door. Before closing it, she shot me one last pitiful look, as if to say asshole and is this it? all at once.
    “Yeah, it's fucking it,” I growled back quietly, once the door clicked shut. “That's all I've got to give. You're just another fuck. Everything she should've been too.”
    I walked to my bathroom and ripped the small door underneath the sink open. There was a third of amber whiskey left in the bottle there. I popped the cap and guzzled it, relived there was still some sweet fire in this world that could numb the bullshit.
    Maybe I fucked up giving Sally the cold shoulder. She definitely did keeping her distance for two goddamned years, when every fucking day was a struggle to watch my back and stay breathing.
    Prison doesn't give a man do-overs. You either play it careful, work the gangs inside, and