Dirty Girl (12 page)

 
“So good,
Naggie
.
Christ
, so fucking
good
.” The way he curled his fingers into her flesh, pulled her more firmly into his face, and devoured her like he was starving, had gush after gush of moisture leaving her as she continued to come. Finally he pulled back from her, but only enough to spear a finger into her pussy. A gasp left her when he pumped that digit in and out of her in slow, measured strokes. He withdrew, but wasn’t nearly done, not when he took that now soaked finger, pressed it to her anus, and slowly pushed it into her bottom. He finger-fucked her ass, and used his other hand to cup her between the thighs. At the first touch of his thumb teasing her oversensitive clit she tensed and felt another orgasm approach.
Booshie
was methodical and precise as he worked her at both ends, and soon she was fucking herself on his hand, and coming again so hard lights flashed behind her eyes and a strangled moan left her. When he stood and smoothed his hands up her outer thighs she didn’t know if she could take any more. She was flipped back around, and in one easy move he had her lifted on the counter with her ass hanging over the edge. Her legs were spread wide, and when he moved his wide shoulders between them all she could think about was him shoving that hardness between his thighs into her.

“You smell so good.” He lowered his stare to between her legs. “You’re so fucking wet and swollen, and it is all because you want me, baby. Isn’t that right?” He smirked, but didn’t take his eyes off her pussy. The next sequence of events happened so quickly all she could do was hold on and let him take control.
Booshie
gripped her hips and jerked her forward until she was perilously close to falling off the counter, but he held her tightly. “You were made for me.” Before she knew what he was doing he had her in his arms and was striding to the chair at her station.

Now that he was seated with her straddling his waist, he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. With a leg hanging over either side of his body, and their faces only an inch apart,
Naggie
could smell herself on him. Here she was, naked and aching for him despite just climaxing.
 
She looked down, realized he already sheathed himself in a condom, but wasn’t at all surprised. He was stealthy in everything he did. He was hard beneath her ass, so thick and long that she could feel every part of his dick. A man like
Booshie
was feral and carnal, and no lovemaking or sweet words would come from him, not when it concerned sex. She had known how dangerous he was when she had seen him all those months ago for the first time, but hadn’t known what she was dealing with until Friday night. He was raw and rough, weathered and intimidating.

“Look at you.” He roamed her face with his gaze, and he settled his stare on her mouth. She felt his cock jerk under her ass.
“So fucking irresistible.”
He said that under his breath, as if he meant to keep it inside. “Yet you give me everything I want.” He snapped his gaze up to hers. Before she could say anything, even if she could have formed any intelligent words at that moment, he speared his hand behind her head and wrapped his fingers around the nape of her neck. He claimed her mouth with his, stroked his tongue along hers, and took full possession of her with just that one kiss. The flavor of everything that was
Booshie
, mixed with her musky arousal, was an aphrodisiac like no other. When she went to wrap her hands around his neck he groaned low in his throat and moved away only long enough to position her arms behind her back. He secured her wrists at the base of her spine with one of his hands, held her tight, and used that leverage to pull her upper body back. The position was slightly uncomfortable, but she saw how it had angled her pelvis more toward his crotch, and she knew he had her right where he wanted her.

“
Booshie
.”
She breathed out his name, and he slowly lifted his gaze to her face. He only used one arm to support her body, and it was that one hand holding her wrists at her lower back that kept her from falling onto the ground. He trailed his free hand down her belly and stopped when he was close to her clit, and she felt his body heat spear her.

Lowering his gaze to her pussy again he said, “Look at you, so greedy for me.” He moved his fingers through her folds, so agonizingly slowly that she gritted her teeth and forced herself not to squirm on his lap. He lifted his hand up, showed her his now glistening fingers, and brought them to his mouth. She knew how she looked as she watched him suck those digits into his mouth: aroused and so damn ready for him. He groaned once he had sucked them clean.

“Just take me,
Booshie
. God, I can’t handle it anymore.”

“You want my cock,
Naggie
?”

“You know I do.”

 
“I won’t go easy, won’t whisper sweet words and make love to you.” He pulled back only enough that he could grip her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I’m going to fuck you, and it is going to be just as hard and rough as it was when I had you in my bed.”

Her breath hitched.

“Does that scare you? Do
I
scare you?”

“No.” She breathed out that one word. “I think I’ve been waiting for you to come into my life for a very long time.” She had no idea why she had said that, but it was too late to take the words back now.

He gave her that damn half smile, and she knew that he liked hearing what she had just said. He was a sadist in some respects, and she realized she liked being his good little masochist.

****

Booshie
wasn’t about to fuck around any longer, because he wanted
Naggie
too damn badly. He balanced her on his lap with one hand on her lower back, and reached between their bodies to align his dick with her pussy. When he moved the tip of his erection along her slicked up folds he had to grit his teeth not to thrust into her. “I can’t go slow, baby.” Her pussy was spread out before him, and he loved her in this position, loved that she was completely open for him.

“Fuck me,
Booshie
.”

He pulled her forward, rested his head on her chest, and inhaled deeply. Her nipples were right there for the taking, and his mouth watered for more. He took the tip into his mouth, sucked and nipped until she was rubbing her cunt on his cock, and knew he wasn’t going to last. He rubbed his face over her breasts, loved the little sounds she made, and grabbed the root of his cock. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. He lifted his hips slightly, and lodged the head of his dick in her body. He worked himself up inside of her, and loved that he could see her cream slip down his length

“God,
Booshie
, I feel like you’re splitting me in two.”

“
You fucking
like my big cock in your cunt. You like that I am stretching your shit and making you work to take it all.” When his pelvis met hers, they both groaned out in unison. He gripped her hips, no longer holding her hands behind her back, and lifted her up until just the tip of his dick was inside of her now.

“You’re so big, and I feel so full.”

He started pushing her down on his shaft again, and then lifting her back up. He did this continuously until her tits bounced between them, and his dick was slick with her juices. His cock thickened, and his balls drew up tight. Still holding onto her hips he stood and turned with her still in his arms. He grunted in distaste when he was forced to set her on her feet. But he quickly turned her around, pushed her down so she had to bend over her workstation chair to steady herself, and slammed his shaft back into her. She cried out when he bottomed out in her cunt in one swift move. He pounded into her in long, hard strokes, and the sound of her body sucking at his shaft surrounded him.

“That’s it,
Naggie
, take all of me. I’m never going to get enough.” He slammed into her especially hard, so much so that she fell forward. Her ass was up, her face down, and now he fucked her like some kind of feral beast. “Say it, baby, say who you belong to.” His orgasm approached, but he wouldn’t get off until she came again.

“Yours,
Booshie
.
I am yours. All of it is yours.” Her pussy contracted around him, and she milked him until his orgasm came rushing up. When she slumped forward he pulled out and picked her up in his arms. He sat back in the chair with her in his lap, and she rested her head on his chest. It felt good to hold her and not worry about if she was going to cling to him or not. In fact, he wanted her to be attached to him, because he sure as fuck was attached to her already. It was also nice knowing that she hadn’t been with all of the other members of the MC.
Booshie
was used to the club pussy that walked around, not caring that they jumped from one Vicious Bastard to the other, trying to increase their status in the club. He smoothed his hands over her back, loved that their fucking had her working up a sweat, and closed his eyes. Yeah, this was what happiness felt like, and this was only the second time of being with her. That said a lot about how right this was, and
Booshie
wasn’t about to let that go.

****

Two months later

“If you keep sucking down that spaghetti like that I’m going to walk out of here with a boner.”

Naggie
nearly choked on her noodle, and he let out a deep chuckle.

“You always have a hard-on,” she said.

“Only for you, baby.” He reached across the table and took her hand in his.

It had already been two months since she had gone home with him, and as strange as it was for being so soon in their relationship, she felt herself falling hard for this roughened biker. They hadn’t actually put a label on what they were doing with each other, but she wasn’t seeing anyone else, and he had told her the same. They might have sex quite a bit, but then again they were both very sexual people, and when something felt so right and good with someone why restrict it?

The waitress came over and refilled their wine glasses, and this very easy and comfortable silence filled the air between them. This was like the fifth time they had gone to The Spaghetti Warehouse, and to say they stood out like a sore thumb was an understatement. Here he sat with his Vicious Bastards cut on, the dark bandana on his head, and his big ass body taking up the whole chair. And then here she was, covered in tattoos, too, short blonde pixie hair and looking like she belonged in a punk rock band. Yeah, they were two peas in a pod, so very different, but also the same.

He leaned back in his seat and drank his wine. The meal had been wonderful, and the company even more so. Rob was a distant memory even if it had been only a couple of months, but the bastard hadn’t stayed single for long even though he’d professed his love to her. In fact, the last she’d heard he had moved Tally into his place. The word was the neighbors could hear her bitching even with the windows shut, but served the asshole right. She hoped Tally fucked him over royally, and then hoped Tally caught a horrendous cause of crabs. Maybe not the best thought to have or wish on someone, but with a reputation like Tally had, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Although
Naggie
couldn’t see
Booshie’s
newest tattoo due to his clothing, she knew it was there, right on his side and standing out proud. After their sexual escapade at the tattoo shop—which God forbid
Cadeon
ever found out about—she actually did give him the burning tree ink. To say it looked good on him was an understatement, but then again a man like
Booshie
wore everything well.

“You almost ready, baby?” He reached in his back pocket and grabbed his wallet, which was attached to a silver chain.

She nodded, picked up her glass, and took several sips from it. “I’m ready to beat your ass at Guitar Hero.”

He grunted and tossed a few twenties on the table. Yeah, they had that kind of relationship, but she loved that they could be serious with each other, and at other times just have fun. It went against the grain of the type of man he portrayed, but she loved that he showed only her that soft side of him. It made her feel special, and
Naggie
had never felt that way her entire life. They still had a lot to learn about each other, and this was only the beginning of whatever it was they had started, but she was looking forward to exploring this new chapter in her life.

The End

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