“I wish you’d stop threatening and start delivering.” She tugged at his hair hard enough that he hissed out from the pain, but he loved it. He fucking loved it all.
Moving his hands around her back and gripping her firm ass, he clenched his fingers around the globes and relaxed them. He repeated this action over and over again then moved his thigh between her legs, and he lifted up enough that she was forced to hold onto him for support. She was on her toes with her pussy right over his knee.
The damn jeans she wore were in the way, but they’d be off soon enough. Right now, he wanted her to grind herself on him until she came. “Come on, baby, move that pussy on my leg, fuck yourself until that sweet cunt quivers for my cock.”
She started panting harder, and he loved that she was slowly unraveling. “What do you want to do to me?” There was no hesitance in her voice. All that laced her words were heated seduction and anticipation. Yes, she was exactly the type of woman he needed, one who didn’t hold anything back and would give as good as she got.
“I’d tear your clothing off, bend you over my bike, and fuck you until you couldn’t walk straight.” He dipped his gaze down to see her breasts pressed against her shirt. She was smaller than what he normally went for, petite even, but she was gorgeous nonetheless. “I want to run my tongue over your ink.” He lowered his head and at the same time pulled her shirt down and exposed her skin. There was a dahlia that covered the delicate bone of her shoulder and branched out over her collarbone.
He ran his tongue along the petals and loved that her skin was slightly salty but sweet at the same time. He still held onto her shirt with one hand, and it caused the material to be snug against her body. He pulled back so he could see the outline of her bra, but the constraint did nothing to hide her hard nipples just aching for his mouth.
“And then what?” She rested her head back on the door and breathed out.
“When you couldn’t take anymore—” He wrapped his other hand around her hip and squeezed hard enough that she would know who was in charge. “—I’d force you to take another inch of my cock into your cunt until you screamed out.”
He still had his knee wedged between hers, and he was harder than fucking granite and growing stiffer still every time she worked her denim clad pussy on his leg.
“I’d stretch your pussy with my big cock, baby, make you yearn for more.” Fuck, he wanted her right now. Would she let him touch her and do all the filthy things he wanted to do? “Christ, I can think of so many things I’d like to do to you.”
“Booshie, I think that’s enough talking.”
He leaned back so he could look at her face. Her cheeks were red, her lips parted and slightly swollen from his kisses, and her tits were rising and falling the faster she breathed. With her hands now on his chest, she exerted pressure until he took several steps back. He knew what she was going to do, or at least he was praying like hell she was going to do it.
And then as if his prayers had been answered, she grabbed the bottom of her tank and pulled it up and over her head. He had never thought seeing so much inked-up skin on a woman would be arousing, but fuck, seeing Naggie’s flat belly, perfect tits, and arms covered in colorful tattoos had his dick trying to rip through his jeans.
She stared at him while she slid her hands up her flat stomach, moved her finger along her belly button ring that slightly dangled, and continued upward until she was cupping the mounds of her breasts. For such a tiny thing, her chest was big and round and all natural. He could tell there wasn’t any fake shit in her, because those puppies shook like a warm bowl of Jell-O.
“Take it off for me, baby.” He grabbed his dick through his jeans and applied pressure as he watched her lift her arms and reach around her back to unlatch her bra. Her cleavage was something that wet dreams were made out of, and he knew he’d be titty-fucking her before the night was over with. Hell, Booshie wanted to do just about everything raunchy with her, and the sultry look she gave him told him she was more than willing to give it all to him too.
In a matter of seconds, she had the bra off and tossed to the ground. Her skin was this light-peach color, but her nipples were a dark-pink shade and harder than stone. “Take your nipples in between your fingers and twist them, Naggie.” Booshie was a very dominating man, controlled his life and everything around him. Being in an MC made a man rough and hardened, but he was also the VP, and that put him in a whole different mindset.
She grabbed her breasts, pulled the tight peaks between her thumbs and forefingers, and tweaked them until a gasp left her.
“That’s right, fucking pull them until they hurt.” He unhooked his belt, popped the button of his jeans, and slid the zipper down. Once he had his dick out and in his hand, he stroked it as he watched her do exactly what he said. He liked that she obeyed him, followed through with his demands without question, and was so damn hot he could feel the heat come from her like he was right by the fucking sun. He
