She continues to do her thing. My load explodes. Presley does not stop. She keeps sucking away on me as if she is enjoying every minute of having her mouth wrapped around my cock.
I let go of her hair and she pulls away.
She wipes her mouth and stands up. Her blue eyes become dark as she comments, “We’re not done. I want that dick to fuck me.”
And sprung.
That’s a first.
I grab a hold of her and bring my lips toward her. Her eagerness pushes me back as she jumps and wraps her legs around me. We fall to the floor. She sits up above me with her knees digging into my sides.
She smirks, “One second. I need to get something.”
I answer, “Okay.”
Presley gets up and shimmies off her jeans. I watch as she walks over to her dresser. She opens it and pulls something out. Her curvaceous naked body kneels down over my body. A shiny package in her mouth as she rips it open, smirking. Out comes the rubber, pinching the top and covering my cock in a split second. Fuck, she is experienced.
Presley comes down toward me, kissing me once more. Then slide. Her wetness glides down and she pumps. Our tongues twist and turn. She grabs a hold of my arms and lifts them above my head. Her hips start to rock as she holds me down. Down deeper she goes. My body tenses up. Moans and whimpers escape her, as she continues to rock and glide hard on my cock. Her hips pick up in pace, going deeper and harder. I am about to fucking lose it.
The next thing I knew, her lips leave mine and head to my ear. She whispers, “Your cock is so fucking big.” She bites down on my ear.
And done.
Moans and groans. I fall a freaking part
She screams, “Avvvvvveerrrrrrry…”
Holy shit! This woman!
I think I am in fucking fuck heaven.
Chapter 4
Presley
There was something about Avery that made me want him again. My plan was to have one night of fucking and then move along. But I cannot shake how Avery manhandled me. When he dropped me off the other night, we didn’t exchange numbers. Would it be weird to show back up at Dirty Jay’s and be on the prowl again for him? Fuck, why not?
I call up my friends and they were game for another night at Dirty Jay’s. But this time, it was different. When we walked into the bar, the first thing I do is look for Avery. I know, pathetic, but yeah, I want to have some more of him. Unfortunately, I see Avery talking to another female. She wasn’t anything special. Yeah, she had a great rack but that was it. No booty, barely any meat on her, opposite of myself. Then it hit me. I know that a hot-ass biker like him would be approached by any woman. And practically could fuck any woman he wants. But what would make me so different from the rest of them? Now, I feels as if I am in desperate mode. This needs to change. No man is worth desperation, crazy girl mode. New plan of attack needs to look different. My end-game will be Avery, but he can’t know my reason for being here is him.
As the night proceeded, Rosy and Becks were talking with another motorcycle club. Their club name was The Devil’s Rejects MC. With a name like that, they have to be up to no good. Maybe I should start to flirt with one of them. Maybe that will get his attention.
Boy, was I wrong. Avery hasn’t even noticed me. I roll my eyes in frustration. His ass is not worth this much effort. Or lack of effort. I just figured with my acrobatics the other night, it should be enough. Done deal. Hot woman. Hot Sex.
New plan. I turn efforts toward another biker from another club. My friends and I are hanging with this new group of bikers. I can guarantee there is at least one hot one to occupy my time.
I glance through the group of bikers and spot my next victim. He is tall, slender, with dark brown hair, of course tatted. On a scale of one to ten, he is six on the delicious scale. He also looks like a major asshole. Jackpot.
Avery
Talking with Harley, a girl I went to high school with. She is yesterday’s news. The girl has a mouth on her and that is practically it. She might do for tonight. I turn my chair to skim the crowd. Dirty Jay’s was busier than normal. The across the river biker gang, Devil’s Rejects, was in attendance tonight. When they are here, there tends to be a lot of trouble. They bring great business but that is it. Dallas has extra protection on her tonight. She dated one of the scumbags a few years back and he fucked her up pretty good. I look around to see if that asshole is here. James and Smith had to keep me from killing him when I got out of the service. Why would you fuck with an Army Ranger’s sister?
And that asshole is here tonight. Fuck no. He knows he is not allowed in this joint. His entire gang knows he is not allowed anywhere near her. Someone catches my eyes. I have to do a double take to see Samson is talking to a familiar face. Fuck, it is Presley. The spit fire who I could fuck over and over again, and she still would be walking normal afterwards. What the fuck? Is she really moving on to the next biker? She has some balls to do that here at my bar. Samson is into her. Another thing I am not liking at all. That girl is mine. Fuck, she is playing with her damn hair. Yeah, she is going to fuck him. That girl has some mission on her. She is me in a female’s body. Why the hell am I so damn jealous right now?
Smith notices Avery tensing up in his seat. “Bro, what the hell is up?”
“Fucking Samson is here.”
“For fuck’s sake. Ajax, you need to keep it calm.”
Smith looks in Samson’s direction and back at me. “Isn’t that the girl you hooked up with the other night?”
“Yep!”
Smith shakes his head at me. “What is making you madder? Brunette with huge tits is flirting with him or the fact that Samson is here?”
Glaring at Smith for pointing out the obvious. “I’m not liking this. He won’t take no for an answer.”
“Do you really think she is going to say no?”
“I don’t care. She is not going home with him tonight.”
I get up off the barstool and walk my happy ass over to Presley and Samson. Anger continues to blaze through me. If I had an enemy, it would be Samson. And that asshole will not be fucking Presley. The only man Presley will fuck from this bar or any biker bar in Omaha is me.
I approach Samson and Presley. When he notices me, Samson’s sly grin turns to a scowl. Tension in his voice, Samson acknowledges, “What the fuck do you want?”
Presley turns her attention toward me.
I demand, “Presley, go hang out with your friends.”
Presley isn’t having it. She snarls, “Excuse me. You do not bark orders at me.”
Samson laughs, “Is somebody a little jealous?”
I look at this asshole and say, “You’re not allowed in here.”
“Ajax, you need to get over that shit. It has been a while. I don’t want anything to do with your skank ass sister.”
That is it. I grab hold of Samson’s cut. “What did you say about my sister?”
“You know what I said about your sister. But that’s not what is bothering you. It is this fine piece of ass talking with me. She is leaving with me tonight and there is nothing you can do about it.”
“Try me.”
I look at Presley and say, “Gorgeous, who are you hanging with tonight?”
For the short amount of time that I have known Presley, I know she is going to try to get a rise out of me. She is fucking spitfire. God fucking damn it.
But she surprises me and says, “My friends. You will be lucky if I invite you to hang with us.”
I let go of Samson, now knowing there is nothing going to happen between them. She is all mine. I smirk, “We’ll see about that.”
Before she attempts to walk away from me, I grab a hold of her arm and demand, “Come with me.”
“Excuse me.”
“Now!”
“Avery, who the hell do you think you are?”
I pull her to the hallway leading to the restrooms. “I just got you out of something you don’t want to do. Samson is no good.”
“Well,
I believe that it is up to me to decide. Not you.” She shrugs to get out of my hold. Looking down at my hold on her, she continues, “Let go of me. Just because I let you fuck my brains out one night does not mean you claim me. Plus, you never reached out to me. I got the hint. I’m moving on to the next one.”
Oh, that fucking mouth of hers. “Listen here. No girl deserves to be disrespected by any man and that is exactly what he is going to do to you. He doesn’t give a shit if he misreads you.”
“Really? Let’s talk about disrespect. Disrespect is acting like you claim someone despite never calling them.”
“Fuck, Presley.”
“What? You can’t claim me. If I want to fuck him tonight, I will.”
“Like hell you will!” I push her body up against the poster covered wall and slam my lips to hers. She has me so damn wound with anger right now. She is being defiant. She is testing me. And all I wanted to do is make sure she does not get hurt by that asshole.
Her tongue intertwines with mine. This fucking woman is causing me to get hard, on the spot. There is no more dicking around, she is getting on the back of my bike once more. I bite down on her lip and she purrs. Before I could do anything more, she grabs my junk and pulls away from my mouth. She states, “I want this. Are you fucking me tonight or what?”
Well, that was it. I grab hold of her hand and lead her to the door. She waves goodbye to her friends as they raise up their drinks, cheering Presley on her victory. Well, this game is not over until I say it is over. She is going to learn not to test me.
Chapter 5
Presley
Back to the compound we go. This man. He lights me up. Nothing will ever come of us but damn it, I am going to enjoy every minute of his cock fucking the living hell out of me. Doing what he does, my back slams against the wall. Our mouths eager for each other. My arms wrap around his neck, reaching for his bun. I want to tug his hair like he tugs mine. That will surprise him. But he surprises me, instead. His hand reaches down and grabs my sex. He muffles, “This belongs to me and no one else.”
Oh, hell no.
I rest my hands on his chest and push him away. His hunter’s eyes stare at me. His chest raising with each breath. I mock, “This only belongs to you for tonight.”
“Like hell.” Avery comes at me, grabbing my head while his lips rip mine apart. He is hungry. I am willing to satisfy his appetite. Clothes start flying off. Both of us not backing down from our craving for each other. My back still pressed against the wall. Avery kneels down. His hungry mouth wraps around my nipple and sucks. My eyes roll back, enjoying the pleasurable pressure with each forceful suck. I clutch a hold of his hair and tug. He muffles, “Damn, woman.”
I want him. I need him.
I kneel down, coming face to face with him. I order, “Fuck me from behind. Don’t let up.”
Not saying a word, all he does is smirk.
I get down on my knees and move to the side of him. Getting on all fours, the sound of the wrapper crunches. I take a deep breath and then slam, his dick forces deep within me. A moan escapes. His hips slap against my ass with each blunt force. Avery grips my hips, digging his nails into my sides. I moan, “Is that all you got?”
He groans and pulls his cock out and then slams it back into me with fury. I almost lose my balance. Again, he went, continuing with the momentum. I asked for it, and he is giving it to me. Rough and rugged. It hurts like hell but a wonderful kind of hell. My body starts to tense up. His hips slam against my ass once more. I cry, “Avery.”
Harder. My eyes start to roll back. Moans seeping deep from within. Bam, again. This time, I blissfully scream, “Oh my fucking God, Averrrrrrryyyy.”
I fall forward as I come, and he continues to fuck the living daylights out of me.
Blurry spots cloud my vision.
I lay with my ass up in the air as he continues pumping.
Once last thrust, he moans and falls on top of me.
Both of our breaths laboring.
This man.
***
Our naked bodies are tangled together. My body feels like it drank too much last night. An Avery hang over, to be exact. I nudge Avery. His hold on me tightens up, as if he did not want to let me go. Fine. I will enjoy this moment of curling up next to him. The heat from his body warms me instantly. I examine his glorious body. Tribal tattoos line his arm. I run my finger outlining each design. He moves. His hazel eyes pop open, looking directly into mine. He muffles, “Hey.”
I answer, “Hi!”
“What are you doing?”
“Just thinking that my pussy hurts.”
He grins, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Now, don’t get a big head.”
He leans up against me, poking me with his cock. “I got a big head for you.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re funny, Mr. Ajax.”
He squints, “Did you just call me Mr. Ajax?”
“Yeah, what the hell does Ajax stand for. It is a weird nickname.”
“Avery Jacksen.”
“Well, that’s sexy.”
He laughs at me.
I ask, “Am I the only one who calls you Avery?”
“Nah. A lot of women want to call me Avery.”
“Oh, like the girl I saw you with last night before you decided to claim me.”
“Yeah, something like that.”
“I have to ask you something. You got all jealous when I was talking with Samson but it’s okay for you to talk to tiny tits?”
Avery chuckles, “Tiny tits?”
“Well, compared to mine. What’s the deal with that?”
Avery grins, “My dick is community property.”
Acting as if I threw up in my mouth, I comment, “Eww. Thank God I made you bag it.”
From the pit of my stomach, the thought of him saying his dick is free for any woman gives me a sense of uneasiness. It bothers the living shit out of me. I know if it wasn’t for me talking to Samson, I would have never hooked up with Avery. He would have hooked up with tiny tits. He is community property. He was right. He could get any girl he wanted. The only reason he wanted me is because I acted as if he couldn’t have me. Boys like the challenge. This was beyond upsetting. Why in the hell am I even upset by this? Avery does blow my mind. It is all just physical. There will never be any emotional connection. He is just a check on the good ol’ fuckit list.
I squirm from his hold while trying to play it cool. But he drives me crazy. He puts in a hot and bothered tizzy, wanting to claim me some more. Avery tries to grab at me. I pull away and say, “I need to get going home. I have family shit to attend to.”
“What if I don’t let you go?”
“Umm, let’s see. We are at the compound. Pretty sure I can find one of your biker friends to give me a ride home. I will just show a little cleavage and be done.”
“Good luck with that.”
“You’re telling me my girls wouldn’t do the trick? They have gotten me this far without a problem.”
He shakes his head and laughs, “They know who you are with.”
“Fuck. What is with you and feeling you need to claim me? You might be ‘community property’ but I’m no one’s property.”
“You have a mouth on you, you know that?”
“And you enjoyed that mouth last night.”
He grins, “Let me get dressed and I will take you home.”
“It’s about time. Thank you!”
***
As we ride to my condo, we stop at a red light. Avery surprises me by reaching over and grabbing my leg, giving it a slight squeeze. A zinger runs through my veins and my girlie parts tingle. I tighten my hold around his firm body. This man turns me on in so many ways. Ways I haven’t experienced before. It was fun to make him jealous last night. And the chemistry between us is on fire. However, I could never bring him home to my family. His tattooed, biker appearance would not sit well with my uptight family, where a certain image is perceived. My brother wo
uld definitely accept him.
Logan is the only one in my family who does not give two shits what anybody else thinks. Too bad I still worry about what my family thinks. My parents wanted him to work in the sports industry like the rest of us. Not Logan. On top of being the rebel black sheep of the family, he is also a single dad. Max’s mother could not handle the military life. She up and left both Logan and Max. Fucking bitch! I miss my brother.
We arrive to my condo. After I get off the bike, Avery pulls me close. Our lips touch. The shock of his kiss leaves me clumsy. The last time he dropped me off, it was a wham bam thank you, ma’am. Not this time. A simple kiss. This cannot be more than sex. It will never be more than just sex. He winks, “See you around.” And he rides off.
I walk into my home to hear my laptop ring from a distance. I quickly run over and accept the Facetime call. Phew. I made it home just in time.
I greet, “Hey, brother.”
Logan comments, “Wow, you look flustered.”
“I just hot home.”
“Please tell me you are not whoring around again?”
“Ugh. No. Well…I wouldn’t call it whoring around.”
He laughs, “What would you call it then?”
“I call it being a free spirit and enjoying life.”
He chuckles harder and louder. “Whatever, lil’ sis. The things our parents don’t know about you.”
“And I plan to keep it that way.”
“You need to settle your ass down.”
“I’m not ready.”
“You’re not getting any younger.”
“Ugh. That’s fucked up.”
“You know I love you.”
“I know. I know. Looking out for my best interest. So, what is up?”
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