As she dismounts from my bike—all flustered ‘cause she’s trying not to flash her pussy to the entire parking lot, with that tiny fuckin’ skirt—she takes my hand. More from nerves than affection, I’m thinking.
Something occurs to me. “You ever done this before?”
“No,” she whispers so softly, I almost don’t hear her. Hell, this is awkward and I almost feel bad for pushing her into it.
Almost.
I can tell myself it’s all about what’s best for her. But I don’t believe in lying. It’s mostly about getting my bare dick inside her slick, tight pussy.
Sadie—cunt that she is—has also scheduled me for an STD screening.
“Very funny,” I say with a hard stare.
She shrugs as if she doesn’t see what the issue is.
Karina’s big, innocent blue eyes blink up at me and something shifts in my chest. I’ve fucked around a lot.
“Yeah, fine,” I grunt at Sadie. A smug smile curves her glossy lips as she taps some info into the computer and tells us to take a seat.
Karina gets called in first, and I get to wait like a perverted, douchey fuckwad by myself. When the waiting area is cleared of patients, Sadie takes a seat next to me.
“You really like this girl.” It’s a statement, not a question.
“I don’t know. Why you askin’?”
She lifts her bony shoulders. “Known you awhile. Never seen you like this before.”
I’m saved from whatever nonsense Sadie wants to reminisce about by the doc callin’ my name out.
“Later, Sadie-girl.”
The tests ain’t anything I haven’t done before. The lecture I get also isn’t new. The fact that I actually pay attention to it is.
Karina’s still not done when I go back into the waiting room. When she finally emerges, she’s flushed and nervous lookin’.
I pay the bill Sadie hands me and take my little bitch home.
Still mortified from the doctor’s visit, I don’t have much to say. It’s a good thing we’re riding Dante’s bike to his house, because words won’t be expected of me.
I’m shocked when we pull up to the serene log cabin up in the mountains. The grass is a little overgrown, but otherwise it has a well-cared-for appearance.
“Haven’t been up here in a couple days,” Dante explains as he helps me off the bike.
I take in the big Dodge pickup in the yard. “Grocery getter,” he says, watching me.
Sure, that makes sense.
He takes my hand, leads me up the porch steps, and into the house. It’s a little musty inside but otherwise neat and orderly. He walks through the house, throwing open curtains and pushing up windows.
“You can set your stuff down, babe,” he says, nodding at the couch.
I drop my backpack there and take in the living room.
Everything is nice, but sparsely furnished.
Dante stalks closer. When he reaches me, he takes my hands. “You’re the first woman I’ve brought here.”
That can’t be right. He’s obviously dicking me around. But as I look up into his eyes, I have my doubts. “Really?”
“Yeah, I told you—you’re different.”
“Why? You barely know me.”
He squeezes my hands until I meet his gaze. “Don’t know why. Don’t care. There’s somethin’ special about you I like. A lot.”
“I like you too,” I whisper.
“Good. I gotta know though, there’s nothing between you and Hemi anymore, right?”
“No. Not in a long time.”
“Okay. You’re in my bed and no one else’s, understand?”
Heat shoots straight to my center. He wants me. Long term. That’s what he’s saying, right?
“Dante, that means you’re only with me, then too. Right? That girl, Sadie—”
“Don’t worry about Sadie. She’s history. Your pussy’s the one I want to be inside, baby.”
How’s it possible for him to be crude but sexy at the same time? Doesn’t matter, I need to have an answer to my next question. “For how long?”
“Fuck, you’re a pain in the ass,” he says with a smile. “Long as we’re still feelin’ it.”
That doesn’t reassure me all that much.
“If you want…if you want someone else, you can tell me. Just don’t lie to me, okay?”
Dante cocks his head to the side, his hands curl over my shoulders. “Someone do that to you?”
“Yeah. Just don’t…don’t hurt me, Dante.”
“I won’t, baby.”
I’m such a fuckin’ asshole making promises to this little bitch, I know damn well I ain’t gonna be able to keep.
Faithful. I don’t know what the fuck that is.
Freedom. That’s what my life’s about. Riding when and where I want. Freedom to fuck any bitch I want.
But the thought of some other guy with his hands on her, touching her, makes me motherfucking crazy.
Stupid as it sounds, I like this feeling. I don’t want to let go of it.
The thought of some teenage asshole hurting her makes me want to murder.
“Dante?” she whispers.
Fuck, that sweet, tentative voice. Her quivering lower lip and innocent eyes.
“Yeah?” I answer in a hoarse voice.
“What do you want to do?”
I’m so caught up thinkin’ about her, even though she’s right in front of me, that we’re just standing in my living room staring at each other.
Like some lovesick douche, I hold my hand out to her and she takes it. “Let me give you a tour.”
Her pretty lips twitch into a smile.
And I actually give her a tour of the small cabin I built with my own hands and help from my brothers at the club.
“Can you cook, babe?” I ask her when we step into the kitchen.
“Yes,” she answers while blushing furiously.
“Wanna cook for me?”
She glances at me as if I’m fuckin’ playin’ a joke on her. “Sure, if you want me to.”
“Later.” I tug her past the small downstairs bathroom and up the stairs to the second floor. It’s surprising that I’ve never brought a woman here, because it’s all set up like some fuckin’ love nest.
The second floor is a master bedroom and a bathroom. Got a nice, fancy Jacuzzi tub that I’m lookin’ forward to getting Karina in.
Hell, I just want any excuse to get her naked.
A slight tremble works over her as she stands staring at my bed.
Fuck, I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything else.
So, I take her.
Yank her up against me.
Kiss her harder than I’ve ever kissed a woman.
Strip off her soft flannel shirt.
She shimmies out of her skirt and is left standing in her little cowgirl boots and some sexy, red scraps of lace.
Taking a step back, so I can admire her, my hand rubs over my chin and down my chest. “Fuck, me.”
She hesitates and fixes her gaze on the floor.
“Look at me, Karina.”
She snaps her head up.
“Turn.”
Fuck me. All see-through fucking lace underwear. Sweet, round little ass cheeks peeking out.
I can’t stand another second of not touching her, so I take the last few steps, and mold myself against her back. My hands cup her tits; I rub my thumbs over those juicy nipples I can’t wait to get in my mouth.
“Ohhh,” she moans, as she sags against me. Fuck, that’s nice.
Every reaction I get from this little bitch is the real thing. No fake shit from her. Don’t think she could fake it if she wanted to.
“Go get on the bed.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
As she steps up to the bed, she turns to me. “How?”
At first, I think she’s askin’ me how to get on the bed, and I’m concerned about her intelligence. Then, I realize she’s asking how I want her to position herself on m
y bed.
Jesus.
Christ.
My mouth’s so fuckin’ dry. My dick’s harder than it’s ever been.
My filthy mind flips through a bunch of scenarios.
“Get in the middle, babe. I’ll be right back.”
I’ve never had a woman here, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t always assumed one would find her way here eventually. I’ve got condoms, toys, and some other stuff stashed in my bathroom, so that’s where I head.
The site that greets me when I return is fuckin’ cute as hell.
Cute. What the fuck is happening to me?
Karina sitting Indian style in the middle of my bed. Just waiting.
For me.
Her eyes go all round when she sees my hands full.
I set everything on the dresser and strip my clothes off. I could live off the way her eyes drink me in. Soakin’ me up like I’m the sexiest man she’s ever seen. Makes all the time I spend workin’ out worth it.
As soon as I pull my briefs down, she crawls over to the side of the bed and reaches out to stroke my cock. I’m so fucking hard and aching for her already. I don’t get a chance to say anything before she’s opening her mouth and sucking on my dick. Cute little ass tipped in the air, hands and mouth stroking and licking.
Little bitch remembers everything I taught her.
Goddamn.
My hands reach out to stroke over her firm ass. Rubbing her smooth skin and rough lace.
Crack!
My hand leaves a nice little pink imprint on her juicy ass.
I expected her to jump. Cry out. Stop sucking my dick. But she moans around my cock and sucks me down harder.
So I spank her ass again.
And get the same reaction. Except she wiggles her ass further into the air.
Begging for my hand.
So I give it to her. Careful to catch the nice, round fleshy parts of her ass.
Christ, she’s suckin’ me down so hard, my eyes roll back in my head. White lightning streaks down my spine. My fuckin’ balls tighten and before I can even warn her, I’m shootin’ a huge fuckin’ load down her throat. She licks and sucks every last bit of my cum. Moaning and humming away.
“Fuuuuck, baby. You’re my good little cocksucker, aren’t you?”
She finally lets me go, and sits back on her heels, placing her hands in her lap.
“Was that okay?”
“Better than okay. Remembered everything I taught you, yeah?”
Pink stains her cheeks and she looks down at her hands. “I tried.”
I can’t help reaching out to run my finger over her cheek until she meets my gaze. “Good girl.”
Fuck. I’m so fuckin’ far beyond turned on by her.
“You like it when I spank your ass?”
She shrugs and looks away.
“Look at me, Karina. Answer me.”
“I guess so.”
“Anyone ever do that to you before?”
“No.”
I want to do it to her.
And realize there’s no reason I can’t.
She’s fucking mine.
Sitting next to her on the bed, I reach out and curve my arm around her little body. She immediately curls against me, which is sweet, but not what I’m after.
As I continue to exert pressure on her back, she tenses. “What do you want me to do, Dante?” she asks in her sweet, hesitant voice.
“Over my lap, little girl.”
Her jaw drops, but her eyes light up. She melts into a puddle over my lap. Perfect ass positioned right where I can rub my big hands over her firm round cheeks. With my other hand, I grab the material of her panties, pulling it tight between her cheeks.
“You’ve got a perfect ass, Karina.”
“Thank you,” she says.
Hooking a thumb into the waistband of her underwear, I order her, “Lift up.”
She raises her hips for me to tug her panties down her legs, leaving them around her knees. Fuckin’ fantastic ass. Smooth, round, and firm. Tight, young flesh. Posed and waiting so perfectly. Waiting for whatever I want to do to her.
I’m a bastard. I know I am. One sick motherfucker when I want to be. Here my girl is, so naïve. I’m fuckin’ thankful she ran into me, and not someone worse who’d hurt and misuse her. She’s much too trusting.
It makes me want to protect her.
And punish her.
Raising my hand, I bring my palm down on her ass with a satisfying crack. She flinches and I take a second to admire the handprint I left on her ass cheek.
My other arm clamps across her waist to keep her anchored to my lap.
She quivers against me, waiting for the next blow. I don’t give her a lot of time to think it over. Just swat her and enjoy watching her ass turn red. She moans and wriggles, but doesn’t yell or try to get away.
I’m already fucking hard again.
My palm stings, so I stop and admire her glowing ass. She raises her hips a bit, as if begging me to keep going.
Unreal.
I rub her ass in small circles, then trail my fingers down to her thighs. “Open.”
She parts her legs and I work my hand over her pussy.
“Soaking wet, little girl. Someone likes bein’ spanked.”
Moans and sighs are the only answer I get from her.
So fuckin’ slick, I work one finger into her tight little pussy, enjoyin’ the way she squeezes my finger tight. Fuck. I need to be up inside her right the fuck now.
Face down over Dante’s lap, I’ve never felt safer or happier. Each spank leaves me hot and aching for his cock. The next slap makes me moan, a begging, needy sound. My skin flushes hot that I sound so desperate.
His big hand stroking my ass, his finger pushing inside, I’m so ready.
“Need to fuck you, Karina.”
“Yes, please.”
He groans at my answer, and my world spins as he shifts me off his lap and onto the bed.
Reaching over me to the nightstand, he plucks a condom out of an open box and rips it open.
“They told me—”
“I know. It’s fine, baby girl.”
Baby girl. Oh my God, I love the way he calls me that.
I gasp as he slides his thick, muscled arms under my thighs, spreading me wide for his cock. He pauses before sinking into me.
“Fuuuck, baby girl, you’re so fuckin’ tight.”
“You’re just so fucking big,” I answer, surprising myself.
He roars with laughter and takes my mouth in a demanding kiss. Time spins away as I lose myself in all the pleasurable sensations spiraling through me. His cock sliding in slow, stretching me. He works into a pattern, stroking over that magical spot inside of me that feels so good. Our tongues, licking and crashing against each other. His rough hands squeezing and stroking my breasts, thumbing my nipples.
My orgasm washes over me, warm and sweet. Before I know what’s happening, Dante slides out of me, snaps off the condom, and shoots hot cum all over my tits and belly.
Eyes half-closed and sexy lips turned into a smirk, he looks extremely satisfied with himself. But I think I know what will please him even more
I run my fingers through the sticky wetness, rubbing his cum into my skin. Over my breasts.
“Pinch your nipples,” he breathes out.
I do and he groans.
“Let’s get you clean.”
He slides his arms under my body and carries me into the bathroom. I don’t know what to think, except I like the way he makes me feel. Dirty, used, protected, and cherished.
Nuzzling my forehead against his stubbly cheek, I ask the question that’s been burning in my head all day. “How old are you, Dante?”
His gaze flicks down, searching my face. “Thirty-four.”
“That’s not that old,” I answer as he sets me down next to the tub.
He lets out a big, booming laugh. “No?”
“No. Logan said you were too old for me, but I think you’
re just right.”
His jaw twitches and I wish I’d kept my mouth shut. “When’d he say that?”
“This morning when he grabbed me outside the bathroom.” Whoops. Too late, I realize I should have chosen my words more carefully.
His eyes narrow. “Whaddya mean, grabbed you?”
My shoulders jump up and down. “I told you—”
He turns and flips the shower on, waiting for it to heat up. “Yeah, but you didn’t say he put his hands on you.”
“I’m sorry.”
He nails me with another hard stare. “Don’t be sorry. Not your fault. He shouldn’t be touching what doesn’t belong to him. I’ll need to make that clear when he gets back from his run.”
I let out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.
“What?” he asks, studying my face.
“How long will he be gone?”
“Should be less than a week.”
“Oh.”
He laughs again. “Were you hoping for longer?”
“Maybe.”
He grunts and takes my hand, leading me under the hot spray. I squeal and turn away. “Hot! Hot!”
He pushes me behind him and adjusts the temperature. “Sorry, babe. Forgot you got all that soft, silky skin. Not a tough rhino-hide like mine.”
It’s such a silly thing to say, I end up giggling. When the water cools, he spins us around and washes me clean. His strokes turn from simple cleansing, to dirty teasing fast. “I loved seeing my cum dripping off these fat nipples, baby.”
I squirm in his grasp as he rolls and pinches my nipples. “Did you just call me fat?” I pant out.
Leaning over, he nips at my neck and shoulder, pinching my stiff nubs even harder. “No, I called these juicy, sexy-as-fuck, little nipples fat. Don’t start that shit with me, babe. You’re fuckin’ perfect. Already told you. Showed you.” His hand smacks my wet ass cheek, and I groan.
When I’m cleaned to his satisfaction, he turns us again and hands me a washcloth.
“Clean me up now, lil’ girl.”
“Yes, daddy,” I whisper, and then freeze. What the hell made me say that? Embarrassed, I stare at our feet.
He places a finger under my chin, tipping my head up. “You call your father that?”
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