Purely masculine in every way, this biker was the epitome of what a man should be. Naggie had never even been one of those women who got all mushy when a big, strong man came into her life, but God, Booshie was a whole other breed of male. She had been called a wild child, had done some pretty daring things in her life, but never had she randomly gone home with a guy like this.
But damn, it felt right, and she knew Booshie was the type of man who could make her feel really good and forget about a lot of shitty things. Who cared that he was probably old enough to be her father?
Nasty. Don’t even think about that.
Booshie flashed her a shit-eating grin, and then he stood, reached for her hand, and helped her off the stool. Yeah, tonight was certainly going to be one she wouldn’t forget, both mentally and physically.
7
Booshie was getting harder by the second from feeling Naggie tighten her arms around his waist. He took the corner of the road and hugged it tight, and he loved that she pressed herself closer. Surely she had been on a bike before? But hell, he liked her pussy and tits all pressed up against him.
Shit, he could feel the heat from her body right through his cut and T-shirt. He wondered if her pussy was hairless or if she had a thin strip of blonde hair that covered her mound. He didn’t care either way as long as he had his hands, mouth, and dick all over it by the time they got to his bedroom.
The wind was chilly as he took the last turn on his bike to get to his place. He was located on the outskirts of town, away from anyone who would fuck with him and his privacy, but still close enough that he could help out the Bastards at the drop of a hat. He pulled his Harley into his driveway and parked it in front of the garage.
He had the engine cut, was off the bike, and had his hands around her slender waist before she could even say anything. He was rock-hard, ready to fuck her, and didn’t want to waste any time.
Booshie unlocked the front door of his place and kicked it open. He already had her in his arms and had his mouth on hers by the time they walked inside. After shutting the door behind them, he slammed her back up against it and tilted his head so he could deepen the kiss. His cock was hard, his balls drawn up tight to his body.
He had wanted Naggie for a long fucking time, but of course her being with someone had kept him at a distance. All it had taken for him to let his control slip were the words she uttered about being single. It didn’t really matter why she was single, because he could finally slide his dick into her tight little body. He broke the kiss, felt this powerful need rise up inside him from testosterone and adrenaline, and knew he had never wanted to fuck a woman as badly as he did her.
It seemed weird as hell wanting her like he did. Booshie wasn’t ashamed to say he wanted women for one thing: pussy. But Naggie made him feel differently. Maybe it was the fact that for all these months he had been pining after her, aching to fuck her, but knowing he couldn’t touch her.
He ran his lips and tongue over the line of her neck, loved that she trembled beneath him and reached up to spear her hands in his hair. She pushed his bandana off and gripped the strands so hard that a sting coursed through his cock and balls. “Mine. Do you hear me, Naggie?” He wound his hand through her hair and tugged on the short strands as much as he could.
She gasped right beside his ear, and his dick jerked from the sound.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight that your sweet little pussy is going to be sore.” He bit the spot right below her ear. “You’ll sit down and hiss out in discomfort, remembering I was all up in you, pounding away like I owned every part of you.” He loved that she reached down now and held onto his arms, dug her nails into his skin, and he pulled her closer. “And I’m going to do that tonight, Naggie. I’m going to own every fucking part of you,” he growled into her ear.
“You’re just as dirty as I am,” she whispered in a heated moan.
“Dirty sex is the best kind, baby.” He ground his erection into her belly. “You feel how hard I am for you?” He could feel the wetness of pre-cum coat the tip of his cock and had never been this turned on before.
Over and over, he dry-humped her, feeling like a fucking teenager copping a feel for the first time. But he didn’t care, because he had never been this revved up, and before the night was over with, he was going to have Naggie saying a lot of dirty things to him. He felt her pulse pounding fast and hard right below her ear, and he ran his tongue over it.
It felt like his heart was in his shaft, throbbing and pulsing in time with how frantic he felt. “Baby, I want to do some pretty filthy things to you, things that would make you feel like a damn virgin.” He thrust against her stomach again.
“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.”