Dirty Girl

by Jenika Snow

  Bennie winked, and the look she gave Booshie was one a big sister might give to warn off the guys. Naggie watched her leave the bar, and when she turned to look at the biker she saw that he was watching her, and that Tank was walking away with the two blondes, most likely about to have a ménage.

  “So, just you and I now,” he said and took a long drink of his beer. He set the bottle down and leaned in close. When he grinned it was one of those smiles that surely had panties dropping all over the place.

  “Yeah, just you and I.” Naggie couldn’t help this undeniable attraction she felt for Booshie. They may not “know” each other besides the pleasantries they had shared when they saw each other, but Naggie didn’t feel as though they were strangers. They stared at each other for a long while, and the heat and electricity continued to bounce between them. There was a lot of action all around them: the music, the loud voices and laughter, and the general activity that seemed so out of place because she felt like they were in their own little world. Booshie brought the beer bottle to his lips again, his gaze still trained on her, and took a long swallow. God, just watching his throat work as he swallowed was so damn attractive, and all she could think about was having this unbelievably raunchy sex with Booshie. Her pussy was wet, and she knew her nipples were probably visible right through her shirt. And when Booshie looked down at her chest, and she saw the way his pupils dilated, Naggie knew that if she were to ask him to take her home right now, he would.

  “You want to talk about whatever is bothering you?”

  Naggie didn’t want to talk at all, and in fact the only sounds she wanted to hear were of her and him grunting and groaning as he pounded what she knew had to big a big ass cock in and out of her. Instantly her cheeks heated at the thoughts of that, and of the images that slammed into her mind. Booshie cocked one of his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth lifted. She had to wonder if she had said that out loud. But she wouldn’t have cared even if he had heard her. She had a buzz going on, was single once again, and was so horny that her clit practically throbbed. He looked good, damn good. The dark bandana he wore was like a staple for his fashion, but she knew he wore it because that was just his style, and not because he was trying to appear like a bad ass biker, despite the fact he really was. The leather cut he wore smelled good, and whatever dark and spicy cologne he wore filled her head and made her even more intoxicated.

  “I don’t want to talk, Booshie, I want you to take me home and help me forget about this worthless piece of shit day that I’ve had.”

  For several moments he did nothing but watch her, but then he lifted his beer and finished it off while holding her gaze with his own over the rim. “Your day was that bad that you want to come home with a virtual stranger and have him fuck you until you can’t walk?”

  He wasn’t a stranger, but she didn’t mention that. Her pulse raced, adrenaline filling her body, and she licked her lips. She didn’t even hesitate when she said, “Yes, I want that really fucking badly.”

  There was this sound that came from him that had a tingle running up the length of his spine. It was like a wild animal stalking the night and looking for his prey. “It’s dangerous to proposition a man at a bar the way you just did.”

  “I didn’t proposition anyone.” She leaned in, and the scent of the beer he was drinking came from his warm breath. “What I am saying is that a woman like me needs a man like you to show me what it means to be fucked over in the good kind of way.”

  He made that deep, low rumble again, and a fresh gush of cream left her. “You got a fucking mouth on you, Naggie.” He lowered his gaze to said body part. “You are one fucking dirty girl, baby.”

  Just hearing him say that had her curling her fingers into her palm. “I want to get a lot dirtier with you taking me back to your place.” Naggie wasn’t a wallflower and certainly wasn’t ashamed of her sexuality. It wasn’t like she was a blushing virgin, and had pretty much done everything in the sexual department at least once. She loved her body, loved the ink that covered her flesh and expressed her personality. She wanted to be an outgoing and sexual person in a responsible way, too. Maybe jumping into bed with Booshie wasn’t the best thing to do on the same day that she had broken it off with Rob, but the truth was over the last few months it was like this massive elephant was in the room when she was with Rob. Maybe on some level she had known her relationship with him was doomed, but damn, a year was the longest she had committed to a person, and it wasn’t like she was getting any younger.

  “You only live life once, right?” She shrugged. “Besides, it isn’t like we are strangers, not really at least.” She swallowed, feeling really thirsty all of the sudden.

  “You want me to take you home, baby?” His chest rose and fell, and he continued to stare at her mouth.

  Naggie didn’t verbally respond, but nodded and licked her lips again. He groaned low in his throat.

  “You’re playing with fire, Naggie.”

  Maybe she had licked her lips to get him even more worked up, or maybe this man just got her so worked up she couldn’t even tell what the hell she was doing anymore? He shifted in his seat, and she glanced down to his crotch. Oh, God. That had been a bad idea because the sight of the bulge he was sporting had everything inside of her stilling. Even through his jeans Booshie looked like he was packing a fucking anaconda between his legs, but then again he was big all over. 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 that 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 gone home randomly with a guy like this. But damn, it felt right, and she knew Booshie was the type of man that 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 didn’t forget, both mentally and physically.

  Chapter Four

  Booshie was getting harder by the second at feeling Naggie tighten her arms around his waist. He took the corner of the road and hugged it tight, and 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 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 that 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, and 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 was the words she uttered about being single. It didn’t really matter why she was single, because the fact was he could finally slide his dick into her tight little body. He broke the kiss, felt this powerful need rise up inside of him from testosterone and adrenaline, and knew that he had never wanted to fuck a woman as badly as he did her. It seem
ed 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 that I was all up in you, pounding away like I owned every part of you.” He loved that she reached out and held onto his arms, dug he nails into his skin, and 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 pound 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. He then moved his thigh between her legs, and lifted up enough that she was forced to hold onto him for support. She was on her toes with her pussy was 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, the one that 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 by 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 didn’t come here to talk.”

  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 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. Booshie had never thought seeing so much inked up skin on a woman would be arousing, but fuck, seeing Naggie’s flat belly, big 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 thumb 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 liked that she looked down at his cock as he stroked himself from root to tip, and he got really damn high when her eyes widened at his size.

  “You’re pierced,” she breathed out.

  Yeah, his dick was pierced. A nice Prince Albert through the crown of his penis ensured for a wild ride for both of them. “You ever been with a man that had this going on?” Booshie wasn’t vain in any sense, but he was a man and knew that his dick was long and thick. Once he had it inside of her there was no doubt in his mind that he’d stretch her pussy good and wide and make her come harder than she ever had before. She certainly looked primed for him, but the test would be to see if her pussy was nice and juicy for him.

  “I’ve been with men that had piercings before, but none in the southern region.” She was still playing with her nipples, and he liked that she hadn’t stopped even though she looked surprised when he had pulled himself out. But then again Naggie didn’t look like she shocked very easily, or at least he hoped she didn’t.

  He moved closer to her, and she dropped her arms by her side. The sight of her breasts right in front of him, aching to be sucked on, touched, and worshipped, screamed out at him. He cupped each mound, squeezed the soft, firm flesh, and then lowered his head and su
cked a nipple in his mouth. She tasted so damn good that he couldn’t stop the groan that left him. Alternating between her left and right breasts, Booshie was a fiend for her flesh, and had to force himself to take a step back. Without thinking any longer, and feeling this beast rise inside of him, he made quick work of getting her out of her tight jeans. The panties she wore were these little white ones, and almost innocent in appearance. He gripped her waist and turned her around so her chest was pressed to the door.

  “Booshie.”

  Dammit, he loved it when she moaned out his damn, and he really fucking loved it that her panties were nothing more than a white string right between the crease of her ass. “Naggie, baby, you got an ass on you that goes on for miles.” He brought his palm down on her left cheek, and the resounding crack filled the room. Again, she was a little thing compared to most women he went after, but her tits and bottom were made to be worshipped. He alternated from the left to her right butt cheek, loving the way the mounds jiggled and her flesh started to turn red. She was holding onto the molding, digging her nails into the wood as he continued to spank her ass hard enough that his hand was stinging, and had the outline of his fingers on her creamy skin. But she didn’t complain, didn’t tell him to stop, and in fact kept giving out these little breathy moans that had this need inside of him intensifying and climbing to a blistering height. He shoved his pants all the way down and stepped out of them, and then he grabbed his cock again and started stroking himself with one hand as he palmed a cheek of her rear with the other. “Look at this ass.” Taking the string that was between the cheeks and pulling it out and away from her, he got down on his haunches and leaned in close.

  “I wish you’d stop talking, Booshie.” She looked over her shoulder and down at him.

  He glanced up at the same time he spread her ass cheeks apart. He might have the thong pushed to the side, but it was still in his way. With a small amount of strength he tore the material away from her and let it fall to the ground. “I’m done talking, baby.” He leaned in and started licking her pussy, over and over again until she finally spread her legs wider and popped her ass out. Booshie tightened his hands on the mounds of her bottom and ate her out like he was a fucking starving man and she was the only thing that could sate his appetite. “Tell me you’ll let me do whatever the hell I want, baby.” He flattened his tongue and ran it up her cleft. He repeated the action, and then started sucking on her little, hard clit.