Stripped Bounty

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by Dorothy F. Shaw


  “Please let me come. Please?” Jesus, she sounded so pathetic. She hated that, but goddammit she was desperate for release.

  “There you go.” Badger latched back onto her clit and sucked, pressing his tongue to the tingling bundle of nerves as he worked his fingers in and out of her cunt.

  Rosie pressed the back of her head to the wall and squeezed his hand. The vibrations of her impending orgasm flooded her system with heat. She panted for breath, moaning, rocking her hips, completely uncaring of how she sounded or looked as he worked her pussy and clit, bringing forth a blaze of heat that spread through her body like a wild fire.

  Her cunt clenched, her clit spasmed, and then it hit. Rosie’s climax broke free, and her moans turned into loud, mewling whimpers as wave after wave crashed through her. “Oh God! Badger, I can’t…” She lost her footing, but he caught her, holding her up as he continued his delicious assault between her legs.

  When he finally let her go, Rosie’s body shook from head to toe. Caught in the daze of what might be the best orgasm she’d ever experienced, Badger eased her down and onto her knees. And then he kissed her. She moaned as her taste and wetness coating his beard flowed into her mouth. She sucked at his tongue, dragged her lips over his beard. Took everything he gave her, and she knew he wasn’t done. There’d be more. His cock would be next.

  And she wanted it. All of it. Starved for him, like he’d been starving for her.

  Badger gripped her by the back of the hair and pulled from her lips. “Want this hot mouth wrapped around my dick.”

  Rosie swallowed. “Yes, please. I want that, sir.”

  “Fuck, Rosie.” He shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment as he did. “Perfect.”

  He pushed his pants and boxers down to his hips, freeing his cock. The curved, hard shaft bobbed against his belly, the swollen head leaving a spot of wetness on his skin from the arousal oozing from the tip. Rosie licked her lips as a whimper escaped. She’d never minded sucking cock, it wasn’t a “thing” for her like it was for some women, but she definitely enjoyed it.

  Seeing Badger’s above-average thickness had Rosie craving a dick in her mouth like a woman gone mad. The bulbous head was beyond flushed, swollen, and clearly needed her tongue and lips to relieve the pressure.

  He got to his feet and wrapped his fist around the thickness. “Rosie?”

  “Hmm?” She was transfixed, unable to tear her gaze away as he lazily stroked the length.

  “Crawl for me, baby. Hands and knees. Show me how bad you want it.”

  Crawl? Fuck yeah, she’d crawl. Never had before for anyone, never wanted to. But for him? For that cock? She’d crawl across the hot desert to have it between her lips. Badger took a single step back, then another. And Rosie followed, licking her lips as she went while her pussy throbbed and flooded with her arousal.

  “That’s it. Come to me. So fucking gorgeous.” Badger stopped in the middle of his formal living room behind one side of the large sectional.

  Rosie moved on hand and knee until she was in front of him, at his feet, with his cock just above her. Tucking her knees beneath her, she rose up and rested her ass on her feet. She gazed up at him. And waited.

  She wanted to beg, wanted to ask. Wanted to take control…but she knew that wouldn’t do. He’d not allow it.

  For the first time in Rosie’s life, the idea of someone else making the decisions for her, someone else running the show, had a sigh of relief blasting through her. The dynamic he’d put in place between them let something loose inside her she wasn’t aware had been locked up.

  When the night was said and done, Rosie wondered whether or not she’d regret giving him this kind of power over her. But she couldn’t worry about that now. In part because the amount of lust pumping through her veins was probably contributing to her loss of sanity, but also because his cock was in front of her face and she wanted it in her mouth. She’d deal with any regret later.

  For now, it didn’t matter. She didn’t have to make any decisions. She didn’t have to manage anything. Right now, it wasn’t up to her—in this situation, nothing was. All she had to do was wait to be told what to do and when to do it.

  “Something behind your eyes just changed. Can’t read it yet, but whatever it is, I like it.” With his cock still gripped in his fist, Badger cupped her cheek in the palm of his other hand and smoothed his thumb over her lips. “Want my cock?”

  God, she did. Like she needed air to breathe. “Yes, sir.”

  “Open for me.” When she did, Badger inched closer and ran the edge of the bulbous head over her lips and down her chin.

  Rosie snaked out her tongue, licking the salty bead of arousal from the tip as well as off her lips. He continued to tease her, letting her lick the rim, the tip, and again, rubbing the head down her chin until finally he slipped it inside her mouth. She closed her eyes and her lips around the rim and moaned.

  “Fuck yeah, baby. Suck me. Right there.” He still had a grip on the shaft, not allowing her to take any more of him into her mouth, but she’d take it and whatever else he wanted to give her.

  Rosie sucked the flushed, swollen crown, rolling her tongue and tasting the little spurts of arousal she was rewarded with from each pull of her mouth. Jesus Christ, he tasted good. She glanced up at him and another blast of arousal ricocheted through her at what she saw. His brows were drawn together, his jaw set tight, lips pulled in a straight line. And his eyes—his eyes were locked on hers with undeniable lust swirling in his gaze.

  With a growl, he let go of the shaft, fisted her hair tight and pulled her forward as he drove his cock to the back of her throat. Rosie moaned and gave herself over to him. Allowing him to fuck her mouth…fast, hard and so fucking primal she practically came all over her legs. She sucked the head, moaning each time he drew himself out and then tightened her lips around his wide shaft as he drove back in.

  With one hand still in her hair, controlling her movement, he moved his other to her throat and took hold. Clasping her tight enough to make his presence known, but not enough to restrict her breathing. Just enough to let her know who was in control, and it sure as fuck wasn’t her.

  She wanted him to have it. All of it. He could take what he wanted. Do what he wanted. In exchange she wanted to make him come so hard down her throat she’d practically choke on it.

  God help her, she wanted all of it so much she could barely stand it.

  Badger was beside himself with all that had happened and was happening. She was on her knees, with his dick in her mouth, sucking him like a goddamn queen of cock. He was a dominant man in all things, especially in bed. It was part of his life, part of how he lived. Always had been. As far as the sex went, it was always rough. He preferred it that way. He preferred to be in control, too. Not that he couldn’t be soft. He could. There just had never been a desire for it…or someone he wanted to be that way with.

  He could see being soft with Rosie, but not right then. The realization hung out in the back of his mind and he swatted it away. Not that night. Maybe not ever. Spanking, biting, scratching…hair pulling. Fucking her face, fucking her sweet cunt. Slapping her ass until it glowed red. Biting her nipples until they were so hard they could cut glass. All of it. He wanted to give her all of it.

  He knew she was no submissive, not a genuine one anyway, but she was submitting to him. No question of that. Apparently, she didn’t know she had it in her, either, because there was definitely a slight bit of hesitation when he’d laid it out for her. Rough or not? It’d taken her about a half a second to decide. It appeared she’d settled on her choice just fine because her lips were wrapped tight around his dick and she was loving everything he was giving her.

  Rosie moaned, slurping as she sucked. He let up a little on the tight grip he had on her hair. “You dripping down your legs for me?”

  She nodded, sucking the head. “Mmm.”

  He pulled from her mouth, but that didn’t stop her. She kept going and licked down the sid
e of his shaft to his balls, gazing up at him she sucked his sac into her mouth and her eyes fluttered closed. “Goddamn! So fucking sweet. Play with your clit while you service my cock. Make yourself come when I shoot down your throat and then all over your tits.”

  She nodded and licked over the sensitive skin of his balls and up his shaft again. As she swallowed the head between her lips, she moved a hand between her closed thighs and rubbed her pussy. Badger reached out and grabbed the back of the couch to hold himself steady. His orgasm tingled at the base of his spine, radiating straight to his dick. He was going to come so hard he’d probably see spots.

  She worked him and worked herself, moaning and whimpering around his dick, taking him higher. Badger gripped her hair tight once again and rocketed in and out of her mouth fast and hard. “Take it. Fuck yeah, take it. Work that cunt for me. Work my cock. Here it comes.”

  Badger thrust forward and his climax let loose like a blaze of lightning. His cock jerked in her mouth, exploding down her throat. Then he pulled free and spurt down her chin and her tits. Her guttural moans, as she brought herself to orgasm with her fingers, took him higher as he coated her skin, marking her with creamy lashes.

  Rosie found his cock head again and licked over the rim before taking him into her mouth once more.

  “Fuck woman! Yes!” With one final hard thrust, he finished, spurting the last remnants of his orgasm down her throat.

  Just like he thought, his vision got a little dim and he was damn grateful he’d positioned them by the couch so he had something to hold onto as he caught his breath. Holy hell that was incredible.

  Pulling free of her mouth, Badger groaned at how sensitive his dick felt. She moaned, panting for breath as she nuzzled his thigh, her hand still between her legs. He was spent, but he was nowhere near done with her. He smoothed his palm down the side of her hair and cupped her chin, raising her face to look up at him. “You okay?”

  “Mmhmm.” She rested her cheek against his palm, a tender, sated expression on her face.

  Badger bent down and kissed her. Her swollen lips were soft and giving and he couldn’t get enough of them. The taste of his orgasm lingered, and he sucked it from her tongue. A man shouldn’t expect a woman to swallow his come if he wasn’t willing to deal with the taste of it, too. Share and share alike. They’d tasted and swallowed each other and Badger was all about give, take, receive, and give again. He pulled away. “Mmm. Damn, baby, my come on your tongue is perfect.”

  She smiled, all soft and dazed from his kiss and Badger practically had to cover his heart with his hand to stop the feelings she inspired from oozing out. Those goddamn eyes of hers got to him every time and when she smiled, he was left defenseless. She could have anything she wanted looking at him like she was in that moment.

  His only solution? Bury it. Fuck her senseless. Fuck them both senseless.

  Badger got to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. “Stand up. Bend over the back of the couch. Ass in the air. Gonna get you ready for me, then fuck you nice and hard once you’re begging.”

  He put out a hand and she took it, rising to her feet. “Yes, sir.”

  Before she did as he asked, she pressed her lips to the center of his chest, and then turned and got into position. Badger drew in a sharp breath and his cock jerked, coming back to life. Not that he’d gone completely soft to begin with, which was different for him. Especially considering how strong his orgasm has been. Instead, he was half-hard, and quickly getting harder as he took in her long and lean body stretched over the back of his sofa. “Up on your tiptoes. Spread your legs as wide as comfortable.” Before he shed his jeans, he pulled a condom from his wallet and set it beside her on the back of the couch. “Link your arms behind your back, Rosie.”

  Again she did what he asked. Jesus, she was amazing. Badger dragged two fingers down her spine to her linked hands and she arched against him. “Stay here.”

  Badger moved to his bedroom and retrieved exactly what he needed. Returning to her, he tied her wrists together with a cotton bandana. He bent over her, his lips to her ear. “Too tight?”

  She whimpered and rubbed her ass against him. “No.”

  “What was that?” Badger pulled away and cracked her on the ass with his open palm.

  “Fuckkkmmmm!” She tucked her hips forward. “Fuck, that stung.”

  Badger smoothed his palm over her reddened ass cheek. “No what, Rosie?”

  “Not too tight.”

  “Is that how you’re supposed to answer?” Was she taunting him on purpose? Hmm… Badger smacked her ass again. This time a little harder.

  “Oh fuck! Fuck! Badger!”

  Damn. He ran two fingers through her folds. “Sopping wet again. Like that, did you? You want me to punish you, Rosie? Need me to beat this fine tight ass ’til it glows pink with my handprints?”

  “I don’t…I…” She moaned and writhed against his fingers.

  He pulled his fingers away and stroked them over her tight little asshole. Another moan, ending in a whimper as she arched, pressing against his fingers. Badger’s dick went stone hard and he growled. Fucking hell, if he’d known this was what he’d been missing, he would’ve stopped avoiding her months ago.

  He dipped his fingers in the mouth of her cunt again, and once more spread the moisture over her ass. Again, she pressed backward and he slipped them inside her tight hole. “Like that, too, I see. Goddamn, Rosie. The things I’m going to do to you.” Withdrawing his fingers, he landed another hard slap to her ass cheek and Rosie let out a guttural moan, but this time arched higher, seeking more from him. “Shouldn’t have fucking wasted so much time.”

  “Badger, please? I need…”

  He worked his fingers back into the tight ring of muscles of her asshole and worked her clit with his other hand. “What do you need, baby? Tell me.”

  “I need you to fuck me. Please, sir. Please fuck me.”

  “Good girl. All ready and begging for me.” Badger pulled away from her, tore open the condom and sheathed his prick. Taking his shaft in his hand, he stroked the head through her folds, once, twice…then positioned at the wet mouth of her pussy. “Hold on, baby. Taking what’s now mine.”

  Mine? What the fuck am I saying?

  Badger thrust forward. Not slow. Not easy. Fast, hard, and with no mercy, until he was buried balls deep inside her tight, hot cunt.

  Oh yeah, this is mine.

  Chapter Twelve

  Rosie inched herself, or tried to anyway, from beneath Badger’s arm—which was slung over her waist and had been nearly all night. She needed to get back home, find her extra set of car keys, get her car, and get the hell out of Dodge.

  Never mind that she’d just experienced the greatest sex of her life with this larger-than-life man—God help me—lying next to her on his stomach, snoring.

  But it didn’t matter. It didn’t.

  Who snored while lying on their stomach anyway? Normally snoring kept her awake, and drove her insane enough to want to punch the offender in the throat to shut them up. But not this time. Nope. Badger’s snoring hadn’t really bothered her at all, and it also wasn’t the thing keeping her awake, either.

  Through the course of the night, after the badass-biker hot extra-strength-alpha male and let’s not forget, much to her surprise, dominant sex, Rosie’d started to doubt her own eyes. Had she really seen Alvaro?

  The guy was in jail, and bail hadn’t been set. Wasn’t supposed to be set, anyway. Unless his high-dollar attorney had somehow gotten the judge to change his mind and that’s how the lunatic was out. A guy like that could easily come up with enough cash to secure a bond from a bondsman. Plus, he had property… Fuck, she needed to go. Rosie bit her lip and slid another inch away from Badger.

  If that had been Alvaro last night in the club, there was no way she could stay in Phoenix. Yummy dominant biker lying next to her or not, it didn’t matter. It didn’t. Ugh—

  Badger moaned, slid his hand down
her stomach, and curled it around her hip. Shit…she’d only made it halfway out of his grip and now he’d locked on again. Talk about possessive. Jeez. He’d held onto her all damn night, including when he was fucking all the sense out of her brain, as well as back into it. Then, fucking her some more, and until she screamed his name. Like he’d promised.

  Good grief, she’d “yes sir’d” her way to several orgasms. A tingle spread through her lower tummy and arrowed straight to her clit. She’d done and said so many dirty things. Things she’d never said or done in her life. Ever. Rosie stifled a moan…he’d done things to her body she’d never let anyone do. Hell, no one dared to try, but if they had, no doubt she would’ve told them to screw off.

  Rosie was no stranger to that sort of world. Dom/sub play. His world apparently. She’d seen and heard plenty from other strippers about it, definitely read it in books before, and yeah it was hot…in print. It was even hot when it was happening to someone else and they were telling her about it. But not Rosie. No way. Not her thing. And if Joey had ever tried to go all alpha on her like that? She’d have laughed his ass right out of the bedroom.

  Badger was a whole other ballgame. She wasn’t sure she was capable of telling the man no. It was almost as if she recognized his dominance over her on a cellular level. Which was fucking crazy, and another reason why she had to get the hell out of there before he woke up. Because no way in hell he’d just let her go…and she needed to go because…Alvaro.

  Rosie rolled over and Badger’s hand slipped to the top of her hip. Just as she let out a sigh of relief, contemplating her next move, he shifted, snuggled up behind her, his big warm body curling around her, as he—really?—tossed one of his legs over the top of hers. For fuck’s sake! She blew out a breath and tried her best to ignore the fact that his dick was pressed against her ass and how easy it would be if she just… Dammit, stay focused!

  Over the next thirty minutes, or maybe it was just five, either way it felt like forever, Rosie managed to inch out of his embrace. Getting off the bed was another exercise in slow movement. She didn’t want the bed to jiggle or dip or anything. He had to be used to sleeping alone, right? Seriously, how much did one man cuddle? Especially a hot, scary badass-biker guy?

 

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