Booshie, the vice president of The Vicious Bastards MC, wants Naggie in the filthiest of ways, but she is taken and off-limits. So, he backs off, and knows that this is one of the rare times he won’t get what he wants.
Naggie Conner is wild, speaks her mind, and is covered in ink. That is her life and she’s happy with who she is. When she catches her boyfriend in bed with the town tramp, she doesn’t hold back her anger.
A girls night out seems like the perfect therapy to put her ex behind her. But a night of drunken abandon ends up with her going home with Booshie. Being with the alpha biker is exactly how she envisioned: untamed, explosive, and addictive. But Booshie doesn’t want just one night with Naggie, and he is not the type of man to be denied.
Be Warned: spanking, anal sex
Booshie was getting harder by the second at feeling Naggie tighten her arms around his waist. He took the corner of the road and hugged it tight, and loved that she pressed herself closer. Surely she had been on a bike before? But hell, he liked her pussy and tits all pressed up against him. Shit, he could feel the heat from her body right through his cut and t-shirt. He wondered if her pussy was hairless, or if she had a thin strip of blonde hair that covered her mound. He didn’t care either way as long as long as he had his hands, mouth, and dick all over it by the time they got to his bedroom.
The wind was chilly as he took the last turn on his bike to get to his place. He was located on the outskirts of town, away from anyone that would fuck with him and his privacy, but still close enough that he could help out The Bastards at the drop of a hat. He pulled his Harley into his driveway, and parked it in front of the garage. He had the engine cut, was off the bike, and had his hands around her slender waist before she could even say anything. He was rock hard, ready to fuck her, and didn’t want to waste any time.
Booshie unlocked the front door of his place and kicked it open. He already had her in his arms, and had his mouth on hers by the time they walked inside. After shutting the door behind them, he slammed her back up against it and tilted his head so he could deepen the kiss. His cock was hard, and his balls drawn up tight to his body. He had wanted Naggie for a long fucking time, but of course her being with someone had kept him at a distance. All it had taken for him to let his control slip was the words she uttered about being single. It didn’t really matter why she was single, because the fact was he could finally slide his dick into her tight little body. He broke the kiss, felt this powerful need rise up inside of him from testosterone and adrenaline, and knew that he had never wanted to fuck a woman as badly as he did her. It seemed weird as hell wanting her like he did. Booshie wasn’t ashamed to say he wanted women for one thing: pussy. But Naggie made him feel differently. Maybe it was the fact that for all these months he had been pining after her, aching to fuck her, but knowing he couldn’t touch her?
He ran his lips and tongue over the line of her neck, loved that she trembled beneath him, and reached up to spear her hands in his hair. She pushed his bandana off, and gripped the strands so hard that a sting coursed through his cock and balls. “Mine. Do you hear me, Naggie?” He wound his hand through her hair and tugged on the short strands as much as he could. She gasped right beside his ear, and his dick jerked from the sound. “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight that your sweet little pussy is going to be sore.” He bit the spot right below her ear. “You’ll sit down and hiss out in discomfort, remembering that I was all up in you, pounding away like I owned every part of you.” He loved that she reached out and held onto his arms, dug he nails into his skin, and pulled her closer. “And I’m going to do that tonight, Naggie. I’m going to own every fucking part of you,” he growled into her ear.
“You’re just as dirty as I am,” she whispered in a heated moan.
“Dirty sex is the best kind, baby.” He ground his erection into her belly. “You feel how hard I am for you?” He could feel the wetness of pre-cum coat the tip of his cock, and had never been this turned on before. Over and over he dry-humped her, feeling like a fucking teenager copping a feel for the first time. But he didn’t care, because he had never been this revved up, and before the night was over with he was going to have Naggie saying a lot of dirty things to him. He felt her pulse pound fast and hard right below her ear, and he ran his tongue over it. It felt like his heart was in his shaft, throbbing and pulsing in time with how frantic he felt. “Baby, I want to do some pretty filthy things to you, things that would make you feel like a damn virgin.” He thrust against her stomach again.