Calix: Sin City MC Oakland Chapter by Tonya Ink & Sin City

Author:Tonya Ink & Sin City [Ink, Tonya & City, Sin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-08-18T16:00:00+00:00

Stepping into the main room with my arm around my woman. The ruckus that ensues at our arrival has my woman burying her head in my chest, which makes me smile down at her. Damn, she’s so damn beautiful and sexy. I can’t lie. I’m one lucky motherfucker. Even without all the goop on her face, she’s fucking stunning. Her hair is up in one of those bun things. Her brown skin glows and smells like mango and something floral. Leaning into her pulling her closer to me, I take a whiff of her hair. Her smell has quickly become my favorite scent.

Then I think about the outfit she thought she would walk her sexy ass out here in. Did I internally lose my shit? Yes, yes, the fuck I did. Seeing her glistening brown skin in all its glory. She walked out of my bathroom wearing black biker shorts and a skintight top that molds to her tits. The fucking shirt looked like one wrong move, and she would have a damn Janet Jackson nip-slip moment. And damn, if I was going to let that shit happen. Because one thing is clear about my woman, she isn’t one to be told what to do or wear, so instead of saying shit. Something in me knew how to play the situation for an outcome that I could live with and wouldn’t have me fucking my brothers up. I grabbed a pair of grey sweats, forgoing underwear, slid my feet into my boots, and put my cut on without a shirt. My woman sat on the bed the entire time, eyes narrowing more and more at my choice of attire. I could see she wanted to say something. But it wasn’t until my hand on the door did she jump up and let me have it.

“Hell to the fucking no, you’re not going out there looking like a fucking snack. You turn your ass right the fuck around and put some damn clothes on and some drawls, too. I don’t know much, but I know there are biker bitches down there wanting what's mine. And I will cut a bitch, Monroe. I swear for gawd. I will.” She said, dead ass serious, and it took everything in me not to laugh.

Fuck Sissy for picking that shit out for my woman. But being smart to use reverse psychology, I used her wanting me to change to my advantage. Without a word, I handed her one of my smaller club t-shirts with my name on the breast. She’s now wearing it tied just below her navel. Otherwise, it would have looked like she wasn’t wearing anything under it. And that would have caused a whole other host of problems. Thinking about it, though. Shit, her ass. Aww fuck. I look around and see a few brothers giving her a once-over. A growl leaves me, and I glare at them, letting them know without words that she and her delectable ass are off fucking limits.

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