Dirty Side Down

by Phoenyx Slaughter

  “What. The. Fuck. Are you doing, Karina?”

  “I, uh—”

  “Does your father know you’re here?”

  I don’t like being spoken to this way. My father hasn’t been fatherly in years. Not since my mother died when I was twelve. When I needed him the most. He’s out on the road most of the time and I fend for myself. None of this is Logan’s business though. I stopped being his concern a while ago.

  “Let go of me.”

  He loosens his grip, but doesn’t let me go.

  “Karina, you don’t know what you’re getting into with a guy like Dante. He’s too old for you. Fuck, do you even understand what his role in the club is?”

  “No. It doesn’t matter though; he’s nice to me.”

  “He fucked you in the middle of our living room and let me shove my cock down your throat. You call that nice?”

  Heat burns my cheeks. “Leave me alone. You threw me away. I’m not yours to worry about anymore.”

  He ignores my accusation, but his eyes skip away from me for a moment. “You think you’re gonna be hanging in my club, then you’re my concern.”

  Something occurs to me. Logan can’t have been a member for very long.

  “Dante’s above you, isn’t he?”

  Logan cocks his head at me. “So what?”

  “You’re jealous.”

  He snorts as if the idea is absurd. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

  I force out some laughter of my own. “You’re kidding, right? Let me go, or I’ll yell for him. I bet you’re not supposed to touch me without his permission.”

  He lets go of me in a dramatic gesture.

  “Don’t come cryin’ to me when he hurts you, sugar.”

  “Don’t worry. You’re the last person I’d turn to.”

  I spin on my heel and hurry back to Dante’s room. My hand’s on the knob when I stop to take a quick look at Logan. He’s eying me with pity and it ticks me off. I stick my tongue out at him and go back inside.

  Dante’s stretched out with his hands behind his head when I enter. His cock stands tall, tenting the thin sheet pulled over his body. My pussy throbs at the sight of him.

  “What took you so long, baby girl?”

  “I ran into Logan.”

  His eyebrows draw down for a brief second before understanding lights up his face. He’s really fucking hot in an older, dangerous way. “Hemi? He bother you?”

  “No.”

  “How you guys know each other?”

  “He lived next door to me when we were younger.”

  That seems to satisfy his curiosity and I’m relieved he doesn’t have any more questions about our past.

  He holds out his hand to me. “You’re lookin’ fuckin’ sexy in my shirt, babe. Come here.”

  I hurry over to the side of the bed, just out of reach of his fingertips. He quirks his lips at me and I wrap the hem of the shirt in my fingers and slowly slide it up my body. Giving him a little show is fun and he seems to like it.

  “Fuckin’ tease.” But he says it with a smile.

  When I finally ease the shirt off, he groans. “Get up here.”

  Can’t believe this hot little bitch is still here. Thought for sure she was making a run for it.

  Fuckin’ teasin’ the hell out of me. Puttin’ on the sexiest, but somehow sweetest, little strip show I’ve ever seen with my own fuckin’ shirt.

  I’m hard as a motherfuckin’ rock.

  “Get up here.”

  She places her tiny hand in mine and presses her knee into the bed. Her heavy tits sway just a bit and I can’t help grabbing them, rubbing my thumbs over her fat, little red nipples. “Climb on top of me, babe.”

  She hesitates and seems unsure. I’m bettin’ most of her experiences have been of the backseat of a car or sneakin’ in a quickie before her parents come home variety.

  “You ever been on top?”

  She blushes, looking down at the bed, and shakes her head. Fuck, but she’s sweet.

  “You’ll like it. Come on.” I whip a condom out of the drawer next to the bed and roll it on while she watches and licks her lips.

  “Did you want to suck that?”

  She nods.

  “Later. I wanna feel that tight cunt around my cock first.”

  I pull her on top of me and she goes right for my face, kissing my chin and up to my lips. Ain’t never been with such a sweet girl. Soft and hesitant. I twine my fingers in her hair and tilt her head the way I want it, kissing her long and deep. My other hand slides down to grope her ass cheeks. She starts circling her hips and moaning, her hard nipples pressing into my chest. I tug her hair, pulling her back.

  “Sit up.”

  She struggles a little, but pushes herself up, straddling my hips. My hands wrap around her tiny little waist and I lift her. “Grab my cock, babe.” She hesitates, and I think it’s because she doesn’t want to touch the condom. Yeah, we’re definitely gonna fix that shit today. She wraps her hand around the base of my dick and looks to me for further instruction.

  Fuck, that’s hot.

  When she gets me to her opening, I grip her hips and thrust up into her, hard. She lets out a startled gasp and I wait a second for her to adjust.

  “Fuck me nice, baby girl. Up and down. Slide all the way down. Take my cock.”

  Her teeth sink into her bottom lip and her eyes roll shut. Bitch is definitely diggin’ this. I am too, because I got a prime view of her ripe tits and perfect body. Her tits are bouncing up and down just beggin’ me to pinch and pull on them. The harder I tug on those little red beauties, the louder she moans. I bet she doesn’t even realize she’s gettin’ off on the little bit of pain. I’m gonna be dreamin’ about her fat, rosy nipples for months.

  She’s too wrapped up in what she’s doing. Keeps grinding down so hard on my dick, I have to struggle not to shoot my fuckin’ load. I reach between us to stroke her clit with my thumb and she tosses her head back, moaning like a wild cat. She wants it real fuckin’ bad, and I want her to have it. She grinds and circles her hips, but can’t quite get what she’s after. I rub faster circles around her clit, pinch her nipples a little harder, and she goes off. Screaming, whimpering, and crying as a hard orgasm rushes through her.

  It’s a beautiful fuckin’ thing to see.

  Her furious riding slows and her eyes pop open.

  “Good?”

  “Oh, yes,” she answers in her little sex-kitten voice.

  Fuck me.

  I clamp my hands over her hips and lift her up.

  “Hands and knees, babe.”

  Fuck, if she doesn’t get right into position in the middle of the bed. Ass up in the air nice and high. Jesus Christ.

  Positioning myself behind her, I run my cock through her ass crack. “Anyone ever fuck your ass, sweetheart?”

  She trembles and turns to look at me over her shoulder. “No.”

  “Hmm.” I want to take her ass, but I think it’s something I’ll ease her into another time. There’s definitely going to be another time with this bitch. Can’t remember the last time I wanted a bitch for more than one night. But this one? I can’t envision a time I won’t want to fuck her.

  I slide my cock inside her pussy and watch as her head drops down. She lets out a long moan, as I work us into a steady rhythm. My hand slides over her ass again and she tenses up.

  “Relax. I’ll make you feel good.”

  She unclenches and I lean over to pull some lube out of the drawer. I spread her hot little ass cheeks and she flinches when the first drop of cold lube hits her asshole.

  “Shhh.”

  She rocks back on my cock. Squeezes my dick so fucking hard. Trying to distract me with her tight little cunt muscles. So cute.

  Using the tip of one finger, I massage the lube all around her hole until she relaxes. I slide that finger inside up to the first knuckle, working it in and out of her slowly, careful not to go too deep. When she relaxes, I start giving her my dick again. Wo
rking my dick in her pussy and my finger in her ass nice and steady.

  Hoarse, strangled moans come from her throat. “Yeah, see, I told you it would feel good.”

  “Yes.”

  She’s so fuckin’ wet, juices dripping all over my cock and balls. I want her so fucking bad even though I’m already stuffing two of her holes.

  I want to own this little bitch.

  I start fucking her as fast as I can. Hips slamming into her, finger tunneling deeper into her clenching ass.

  “Come for me, baby. Come with my finger in your ass, ’cause one day soon it’s gonna be my cock.”

  She moans and trembles under me, then cries out. Muscles clamping down, juices gushing everywhere. She’s shaking, but I keep hammering into her. The pressure building in my balls is intense and I let go, cum shooting out of me, filling the condom.

  She collapses under me, and I follow her down. She turns and snuggles into me. Can’t remember the last time I snuggled with a bitch. Guilt ain’t something I’ve felt a lot of in my life. But I do feel a little guilty looking down at her. She’s a soft, sweet girl who has no business with a man like me.

  I want her anyway.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Dante has me in his iron grip. With one glance at the clock, I start to freak out.

  I need to get to school.

  “Dante,” I whisper.

  He comes to right away with a scary look on his face. The expression softens when he takes me in.

  “Damn, glad you’re still here, baby. ’Fraid I dreamt you up.”

  Oh hell, that’s nice to hear. “Nope. I’m real. But I need to get to school.”

  He hesitates, eying me up and down. I’m very aware of how naked I am and that he probably wants to fuck again.

  “Please. I need to stop by my house, grab my stuff, and change.”

  After staring at me for another few seconds, he nods.

  “Yeah, baby. You wanna eat somethin’ first?”

  “No time.”

  He shifts; one of his big hands settles on my face cupping my cheek and sliding down. His thumb strokes over my pulse. “Want you back in my bed tonight.”

  “Okay,” I whisper.

  I hate how much I hate letting this bitch out of my sight. I don’t do relationships. I don’t keep bitches around for more than a night or two.

  She got on my bike behind me, wrappin’ her arms tight around my waist. Her fingers curled into my belt like she never wanted to let go.

  Before she got on, she gave me the address. I know her neighborhood. Slum area. The house she shares with her father is the nicest one on the block, but that ain’t sayin’ much.

  It’s deathly quiet, so the silence is deafening when I shut off my engine in her driveway.

  She pries her little fingers from my belt and steadies herself on my shoulder to get off the bike.

  “Thank you for the ride.”

  She makes my dick semi-hard actin’ all polite and shit.

  “No problem, babe.”

  I climb off, which seems to surprise her, but she doesn’t say anything as she leads me into the house.

  It ain’t a total shithole inside. Even so, I can’t help thinking my little bitch deserves better surroundings.

  No, not my stank-ass bedroom at the clubhouse. My actual home up in the mountains is nice, clean, comfortable, and quiet.

  I don’t ever take bitches there.

  Worst part of all this is, for the fuckin’ life of me, I can’t remember this bitch’s name.

  While she wanders off—to, I assume, her bedroom—I take a better look around the house.

  A note on the counter finally solves the mystery for me.

  “Karina,

  Be back Tuesday. There’s money in the jar. Behave.

  -Dad.”

  Karina. I roll the name around on my tongue. Pretty name for a pretty girl. Tuesday, huh. It’s Friday. I can have her to myself for two, whole fuckin’ days this weekend.

  My dick’s rock-hard at the thought.

  Her shoes tap over the cheap vinyl flooring as she walks into the kitchen. She lets out a startled gasp. “Oh, you’re still here?”

  “Yeah, babe. I didn’t see a car in the driveway. You take the bus to school?”

  “I usually walk.”

  “Why don’t you have a car yet?”

  She shrugs. “Can’t afford it. My dad wants me to concentrate on school, so I only work during the summers.”

  Interesting. “You like school?”

  She half-smiles. “Yeah.”

  Bitch is way too fuckin’ pretty to worry about school and shit. Needs a man to take care of her.

  I want to be that man.

  She steps around me and pulls a yogurt out of the fridge. Doesn’t look like much else inside. Her face turns pink. “I, uh, don’t have a lot to offer—”

  “I’m good, babe. Your dad leave you with any grocery money?”

  She hesitates before answering. “I’m fine.”

  I don’t agree, but I let it slide. What kind of man leaves his daughter with no food in the fuckin’ house?

  She tosses the yogurt in her backpack. “Well, I—”

  “Yeah, let’s go. I’m droppin’ you off.”

  Shock stands out all over her face. “You are?”

  Fuck me, but she’s sweet. What was supposed to be an afternoon fuck seems to be turning into something else, and I don’t know how to stop it.

  “Yeah. You shouldn’t be walking around here by yourself.”

  She seems surprised, but doesn’t say anything as I lead her back outside.

  Feels so fucking good with the girl tucked behind me, thighs cradling my hips, arms wrapped around my waist, and her cheek between my shoulders. I almost forget I’m dropping her off at school.

  Damn, if I don’t feel like a filthy pervert.

  When I pull up at the student drop-off, she gets off and looks around all nervous-like.

  “What’s wrong, babe. Thought you didn’t have a boyfriend?” I’m teasing ’cause some high school boy ain’t on my give-a-fuck radar. But she scowls at me something fierce.

  “No, I just don’t want the principal to hassle you.”

  That’s cute. Her thinking I give a fuck what some high school suit thinks about me.

  “I ain’t worried about it, babe.”

  Her eyes meet mine, and it’s like staring into a bolt of lightning. A fuckin’ jolt of lust rocks through me. “What time you done?”

  Her eyes widen in surprise. That’s right, little girl. Your man is gonna be droppin’ you off and pickin’ you up from now on. And when I got club business that takes me out of town, I’ll make sure she’s got a ride lined up. I don’t tell her any of this though. One thing at a time.

  “Two-thirty.”

  “Your dad coming home today?” I know he’s not from readin’ that note, but I want to see what her answer is.

  “No,” she practically whispers.

  “When’s he gettin’ back?” Not that it matters. Girl is eighteen she can do what she wants. I might just have her tight little ass moved into my fuckin’ house before her father rolls back into town.

  “Tuesday, I think. He usually calls if he’s gonna be earlier or later.”

  “Good. I’ll take you by your house and you can pack some shit. You’re staying with me this weekend.”

  “I am?” She ain’t sayin’ it to be difficult. She seems genuinely surprised I want her company for another night. Fuck, I’m surprised myself, so I can hardly hold it against the girl.

  Reaching out, I run my thumb over her soft cheek. “Yeah, I got some club business today and I need to be at the clubhouse tonight; but tomorrow, I’ll take you up to my house and we’ll spend the weekend there.”

  Her cheeks flush and she can’t seem to get any words out. Hooking my finger in the waistband of her jeans, I tug her close so I can whisper in her ear. “The only thing I need you to say is ‘Yes, Dante.’”

  “Yes, Dante,” s
he whispers.

  Holy motherfuck, those tasty nipples of hers are rock hard and on display under her flimsy little T-shirt. The way we’re standing, I can look right down her shirt at the creamy swells of her breasts. It’s takin’ a lot of restraint not to bend her over my bike and fuck the living hell out of her here in broad daylight. “On second thought, we don’t need to go to your house. You ain’t gonna need any clothes this weekend.”

  Her face blushes an even deeper red. The bell rings interrupting our little moment.

  “Go on. I’ll be here at two-thirty.”

  “Okay.” She leans in and presses a kiss to my cheek.

  Sweetest motherfuckin’ kiss I’ve ever gotten.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  As I hurry into school, my mind is swirling with confusion.

  I wanted to sleep with Dante to make Logan jealous. I didn’t expect to wind up liking the guy so much.

  Logan’s warning still echoes in my head. What exactly does Dante do for the club?

  My best friend, Athena, greets me with a knowing grin. “You look awfully smug today.”

  I don’t meet her intense stare because I know I’ll burst and we’re already late for class.

  “You can’t hide shit from me girl. What were you up to?”

  “I’ll tell you at lunch! Let’s get to class before Mr. Fitzsimmons has a stroke.”

  I like all my classes, but English with Mr. Fitzsimmons—or “Fitzy” as Athena and I call him during our gossip sessions—is my favorite.

  He’s fucking hot.

  He’s also the youngest teacher in our school full of relics.

  Yesterday, I would have given my left tit to go home with him. Not that he ever gives any of the students a second glance. Word has it he’s engaged to some stuck-up lawyer and is probably going to leave at the end of the year.

  It’s a shame because, besides being hot, he’s a really good teacher. Something this shithole town desperately needs.

  Today, I can’t stop thinking of Dante. My face flames as I think of all the things I let him do to me yesterday, last night, and this morning.

  “Karina? Are you paying attention?”

  “Yes, Mr. Fitzsimmons.”

  Athena pokes me in the back and my hand automatically turns up for the note I know she’s going to pass me. Using our cell phones to text each other during class is a bad idea with Fitzy.