Madison watched as he spoke. His jaw had firmed up, and he was still staring at the wall, avoiding eye contact. She sensed he wasn't finished so she waited for him to continue without saying a word.
"My mother was addicted to crack," he finally said. "I don't think she did it when she was pregnant, but she started soon afterwards. My dad left right after I was born, and she fell in with a bad crowd. Hooked up with a dealer that kept her in supply, and he tried stepping in as my father. Use to beat me senseless if I even came out of my room when a deal was going down. Said people buying drugs didn't want to see a kid around, might make them remember their own family. He treated my mother even worse than me. Use to pimp her out to pay for the drugs he would give her, said she owed him. She was too strung out to care.
One day she just didn't come home. Cops came by the next day to have someone identify her body. Some guy she was sent out with had cut her throat instead of paying her. Once she was gone, the dealer just left. I woke up the next morning and I was alone."
Madison stood there listening in shock, horrified at the story Dax was telling her. She couldn't imagine what his life had been like. "How old were you?"
"Seven, maybe eight? Fuck, I dunno. I pounded on some neighbor's doors and eventually someone took me in and called the police. I was in and out of foster homes after that until I was old enough to get away. As a kid, I had no control over what happened to me or around me. I became numb to it."
"Shit happens," Madison said quietly, finally understanding his tattoo.
Dax reached up to rub the back of his head where that saying was etched forever onto his skin. "Yeah. That was one of my first tats. This one," he rubbed his hand along the skull that marked the top of his head, "reminds me of my mother. Where she ended up. It keeps me away from drugs, no matter how bad things get."
"Oh Dax," Madison said, moving closer to him and putting an arm around his waist. There was nothing else she really had to say, she just wanted to hold him. He continued to stare absently off, lost in thought.
"Anyway," he said, "that's why it's important for me to get this club on the right path. When I joined it, it was like the first real family I ever had. But when the Prez and Magnum took over, things started to slide downhill. Drugs were the last straw, I'll not lose another family to that. Not if I can help it. Gambling is fine. Sex is fine, as long as the girls are there of their own accord and not strung out - I make sure we don't hire anyone with a pimp or a substance problem. And we make sure it all happens at the club, where we can keep them safe."
"I understand," Madison said softly. "Thanks for sharing that with me."
Dax pulled back slightly from her, finally tearing his eyes away from the wall and training them on her. "I've never told anyone that. I'm not even sure why..." he trailed off as she lifted her fingers to press them gently against his mouth.
"It's okay," she said.
He stopped talking, his deep grey eyes looking into hers. He reached a hand out and stroked her hair, running his fingers through the silky blond strands until they gently touched her skin underneath. Madison felt a shiver run up her back. She pulled her fingers away from his mouth and edged slowly forward, lifting her head up to replace them with her lips.
Dax's fingers pressed against her skull, pulling her forward lightly, giving her permission to complete the kiss. When their lips finally touched, they both drew in a deep breath. At first, their lips only pressed forward, each of them completing the kiss without adding anything more. The fingertips on the back of her head kept their pressure, though, and Madison used that as a guide that she shouldn't pull away.
Dax was the first to open his mouth, giving her permission to move forward with her tongue, which he met with his own, wetting their lips and beginning the slow dance that connected their bodies. She felt his fingertips start to trace down along her skull, rolling behind her head to the back of her neck as it descended. Goose bumps ran along her spine, ending only when they met his warm touch. Once his hand had reached the bottom of her neck, he extended it out to grip her firmly, pulling her into the kiss and forcing more passion to erupt between the two of them.
Their lips were wide now as they pressed against each other's face, their tongues spinning wildly inside their mouths. Madison felt the burn of his stubble on her chin and mouth, and she reached up to pull him forward just as he was pulling her, wanting to bring him in even closer than he was already. Her breasts were already mashed up against his hard leather jacket, and she felt his knee push between her legs. She opened her thighs, letting him slip between and then she ground down, rubbing her covered pussy against his leg for stimulation. She moaned into his mouth and he reached around with his other hand and grabbed a handful of her ass.
Again she followed his lead, swinging her free hand around his back and grabbing his own jean covered butt. It was firm in her hand, muscled and tight. She squeezed it as much as she could, but could barely grab a hold of it.
They continued to kiss like this as the minutes ticked by. Madison's hips started to make little circles on the knee pressed between her legs, continuing to stimulate herself through her clothes. Her clit felt like it was on fire, and the wetness from her pussy wasn't helping to quench it.
Dax finally pulled his lips away. "I gotta get going..." he panted.
"They can wait a little bit," Madison purred, pulling him back into a kiss. He relented for a few moments and then pulled back again.
"Dane will be waiting for me..."
"Let him wait, you're VP now. The office should have some privileges."
Dax looked down at her with his steel grey eyes, weighing his priorities. "You're right. Let him fucking wait."
Dax slipped his hands under Madison's arms and lifted her from the ground, walking forward and sitting her on his new desk. He then bent forward, letting their lips meet again. Madison smiled into his kiss, and her grin grew even bigger as she felt his hands start to pull at the bottom of her shirt.
"Finally," she muttered, pulling away from his lips again and lifting her arms, letting the biker yank the shirt from her body. Her breasts fell free with a bounce and he pushed her back, standing in between her legs. She could feel his cock pressing against her crotch even through both of their pants. It pushed even harder as he leaned forward to press his mouth against her nipple, biting it gently as he grabbed a handful of the other breast and started to squeeze it.
Madison dropped her hands down against his bald head, pushing him forward and silently urging him to bite harder. He complied with her unspoken demand, and she gasped as a surprising mixture of pleasure and pain shot through her. "Fuck!" she exclaimed, and she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist, pulling him in even closer. His hardness pressed against her even more now.
Dax continued to squeeze her tits, both with his mouth and his hands. Both of them were now wrapped around her flesh, and he had moved his mouth to the opposite nipple, biting down on that one to even it out with the other. Madison cried out again, and then reached to his neck, pushing at his jacket to loosen it from his shoulders. He let go of her chest and let the leather slide from his body, and then he reached down and yanked off his shirt before falling forward again and attacking her breasts anew.
Now that his back was bare, Madison reached across his flesh and dug her nails into it. As he bit down on her nipple, she let out a load moan and started to rake his back, causing his mouth to loosen the grip on her nipple as he let out a gasp and groan of his own.
His hands closed around her tits again, this time capturing both of her nipples between his fingers as he lifted his mouth back up to hers, closing down on it with his lips. His teeth bit down on her lower lip and he pulled his head back, taking her lip with him before releasing it and letting it bounce back. Madison lifted her head up and looked down between their bodies and then back up to his eyes.
"Take your cock out," she whispered. "I need to see it."
Dax smiled, a sly little teasing smile. "First I
want to see your pussy," he said. "I want to see if you're wet enough for me. Then we'll see if you're ready for my cock."
He pushed up and then grabbed a hold of the front of her pants, pulling open her button and then working them down her legs. He left her black panties on, which was the first time he'd done so in all the times he'd taken her pants off. His hand went down to cup her, fingers pressed against the silky fabric, pushing its wetness between her swollen lower lips. "Mmmm," he said. "You are pretty wet." He dropped to his knees and pressed his shoulders between her legs, forcing them further apart. His nose touched the front of her panties and she could hear him inhale sharply.
"Fuck you smell good," he said. She felt his teeth biting gently at the wet silk between her legs, grabbing it and pulling it away from her wetness before releasing and letting it snap back. Then she felt a pressure against her covered lips, as if something was being dragged along her underwear from the bottom all the way up to her clit. Both of Dax's hands slid under her bare thighs to grasp the top of her legs, which meant the only thing it could be is his tongue. She lifted her legs again and wrapped them around his head, pushing his face forward against her crotch and urging him to explore her even deeper.
She felt his tongue rolling along her inner thigh, just along the edge of her panties. He started to push it against her flesh, slowly working it underneath the fabric as her legs held his head in place, not letting him get away. He finally hooked the fabric and pushed it to the side, exposing her wet slit to the cool air of the office. When his tongue finally touched her flesh, she let out a breath that she didn't even realize she'd been holding.
Madison arched her back against the cool hard wood beneath, her legs still wrapped around the biker's head. His tongue was now running up and down her labia, sliding easily along a slippery trail of saliva and her own cum. Each time he reached the top, he'd spend a few seconds teasing her engorged clit, only to drop back down just as the feeling was starting to intensify, starting all over again at the bottom.
His hands, which until now had still been wrapped around her upper thighs, started to move into a new position. Dax pulled them down slowly, dragging his palms along her skin and then back up underneath her legs until both hands were up next to her mound, gently pulling her apart and allowing his tongue easier access between her folds. His thumbs were right at the bottom of her ass, and it seemed as if every few minutes while he licked, they inched deeper towards her backside.
Dax had used his fingertips now to pull her panties completely off to the side, and his tongue was now pushed deep into her wetness. His hands continued to hold her open as he rammed his tongue in and out, fucking her with it. If it had only been a bit longer, she thought she'd have already cum. As it was, it seemed to only be an even greater tease, which combined with the continued occasional flicks he'd give her clit, was serving to keep her on the very edge of an extraordinarily powerful orgasm. She could feel it building within her, the tension making the very fibers of her skin feel like they were humming in anticipation of release.
"Please," she whispered, afraid to speak louder for fear of breaking the mood, "I need your cock!"
Dax pushed one last time with his tongue, burying it deep within her sex as his thumbs finally pressed against her puckered ass at the same time. The double sensation almost pushed her over the edge and she stretched out her legs, releasing her hold on his head as a mini pre-orgasm caused a shiver of pleasure to rip through her.
He finally pulled away and stood up, looking down at her with a shiny face, slick with her juices and a smile to show his approval. His hands worked on his pants until they were undone and then he slid them off, baring himself to her at once. His already hard cock sprang up as soon as it was released, bouncing and bobbing in front of him.
As much as she longed to taste him again, she had a greater need at the moment. She sat up on the desk and leaned forward, reaching out with her hand until she could wrap it around his member. Pulling him forward by his cock, she didn't let go until his head was right against her wet entrance. She looked up at him, grabbing his face between both of her hands. "Dax, listen to me. I need you to fuck me. Right now. Hard."
With a growl, Dax leaned forward, impaling her pussy with his cock in one massive thrust and shoving her backwards against the hard desk until she was lying across it once more, this time with his bare chest pressed against hers. Her nipples were like tiny marbles, hard and rolling against his skin as their chests rubbed against each other.
Her pussy was so sensitive at this point that she felt each inch of him slide between her folds, every ridge and every vein, each little bump causing little sparks of electricity to speed through her skin into her extremities. Her hands and feet tingled, even her lips felt like they'd been rubbed against a carpet.
Her hands flew to his back and she dug her nails into him once more. Each time he pulled his cock out, she pushed down until he shoved it back in. Only then would she flatten her palms and try to hold him inside of her. Then he would pull out again and it would start over, her hands clenching against his back once more.
She wanted to wait, he had barely started and she wanted nothing more than to hold off her orgasm until he was ready to cum, but he had teased her too much. The feeling in her wet pussy was electric, and each thrust was only serving to create further sparks. Her body couldn't resist anymore, and she lay her head back and let out a loud moan, finally releasing all of the built up tension that she'd been holding onto for so long. Her legs stretched out around his hips even as he continued to trust, and she shivered and bucked against him as an orgasm ripped through her young body.
She could feel her vagina convulsing around Dax's cock, squeezing his shaft tightly inside her womb, anxiously trying to hold on each time he pushed deep, and feeling empty with each withdraw. His hips continued to slam into her, their bodies slapping together loudly with each meeting. She barely noticed his speed starting to increase on the edges of her consciousness, but her mind was too involved in its own ecstasy to spend much time thinking about his.
His arms pushed underneath her back and he pulled her closer to his body, her breasts crushed against his chest as his hips continued their assault. With a sudden groan, she felt him stiffen even as her own orgasm had yet to subside, the contractions of her pussy had likely hurried his along with it.
She felt his cock finally explode, filling her with a liquid warmth that coated her insides with each spasm. One. Two. Three. She counted along with each fresh spray that she felt hit her insides until he finally relaxed his bear hug, placing his hands flat against the desk and letting his weight fall down upon her. Their faces were pressed against each other, and all she could hear was the panting of Dax's labored breathing in her ear.
When his cock had finally lost some of its rigidity and began to slip out, he pushed himself up and rolled off of her, landing on his back next to her on the desk. The coolness of the air against her sweaty chest was a welcome sensation after having the biker's hot body on top of hers. She lay there and enjoyed it as she felt his cum starting to drip out of her pussy and down her leg. I better remember to take my pill when I get home. They don't make baby seats for Harleys.
They both continued to lay there in silence, the only sound their labored breathing but even that soon disappeared as their hearts resumed their regular paces. Finally, Dax pushed himself off of the desk and began to gather up their clothes. He tossed hers onto the desk next to her and began to pull on his pants. Madison struggled to push herself up onto her elbows as she watched him. The ink on his back rippled in pleasant patterns as his muscles worked to pull his tight jeans back into place.
"I still want you to stay here today," he said without looking back at her. He was standing up now and doing up his buckle.
Madison looked over at the clothes next to her, unsure if it was worth arguing the point. Her body was still tingling and she wasn't in a big hurry to get dressed and jump on the back of his bike, only to spend most of th
e day being told to stand around here or there while he went off to speak to people alone.
Still, it wasn't in her nature to just do as she was told without any argument. "Don't you want me to come with you?" she asked.
Dax paused. He was holding his shirt, about to pull it over his shaved head. "This has nothing to do with what I want." He pulled the shirt on and turned to face her. "What I need is for this club to get its act together. I'm working towards that. If you're with me today, it'll be a distraction. I'm going to be worrying about you instead of the situation. I'm trying to get us out of the drug business, and I'm sure you can imagine that the people I have to deal with are a pretty unstable bunch of fucks. I don't want you in any danger. You're safe here."
"It doesn't sound like you're going to be safe," she replied, sitting up completely now.
"I can take care of myself. And I've got back up. It's not just going to be Dane and I. Not when it matters. We have some other stops to do first, and that's the only reason Trish is going. I'm sure he'll drop her off somewhere when the real shit goes down. But I'd feel better if you just stay here."
"I can take care of myself, too, you know," she said defensively. She knew that he still thought of her as a weak little girl that he needed to protect, but Trish was some badass that they could bring along on runs. She was aware that it was true, in a sense. Trish had been here a lot longer, and Madison was just a day away from living with her parents. But she hated that he knew that. She wanted his respect.
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