by Jenika Snow
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 said that, but it was too late to take the words back now.
He gave her that damn half smile, and she knew he liked hearing what she just said. He was a sadist in some respects, and she realized she liked being his good little masochist.
16
Booshie wasn’t about to fuck around any longer, because he wanted Naggie too damn bad. 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 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 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.
Booshie 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 she hadn’t been with all 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 being with her. That said a lot of how right this was, and Booshie wasn’t about to let that go.
Epilogue
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 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 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 side of the booth.
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 months, but the bastard hadn’t stayed single for long, even though he professed his love to her. In fact, the last she heard, he moved Tally into his place.
The word was the neighbors could hear her bitching even with the windows shut, but it served the asshole right. She hoped Tally fucked him over royally, and then hoped she caught a horrendous case 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 in her entire life.
They still had a lot to learn about each other, and this was only the beginning of whatever it was they started, but she was looking forward to exploring this new chapter in her life.
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