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  I’ve basically got her body trapped. Teasing her, I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I don’t give her time to think, I force my way inside, leaving no part of her mouth undiscovered. I let her know in that kiss I’m going to own her. I will. She needs to know there’s no point in fighting it. Her tongue tangles with mine and the sweet taste of victory combined with her flavor makes me growl. She pushes against me now, but not to get away. Fuck no. Now, she’s riding my leg like a champion.

  “Nicole…” My voice is hoarse but you can still hear the command in it. It’s who I am. I need her to know that now, because I’m pretty sure with just this taste of her, we’re both in trouble. My neat little plans with her are thrown out the window. It’s going to be a long fucking time before I let her go. I’m starting to think I never will.

  “What…” she gasps, as her eyes close.

  I bend my head down and nip the hard nub poking through her shirt with my teeth, giving her just a sting of pain before I suck it into my mouth, shirt and all. She lets out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. I release her with a pop that seems to echo in the silence, admiring the wet ring around her shirt.

  “Pay attention baby, I asked if you had lied to me.”

  “About what?” she asks, rocking her hips slowly against my leg and by this time, I don’t think she realizes what she is doing or saying, and that makes me fucking ecstatic.

  “Are you wet?” I ask, releasing the button on her shorts.

  “Yes, God yes,” she moans, as I move my hand down into her panties. I groan at the heat coming off of her. Her movements stop and she squeezes my leg so fucking tight it probably cuts off circulation. Shit, if it had been my cock she would have snapped the damn thing in half.

  I’m so hard by this time I could literally drive nails. I’ve heard that saying my entire life and until this moment, I had no real idea what it truly felt like. She whimpers when I push my leg against her pussy—harder this time. I’m rewarded with her small sigh of pleasure that contains my name. I pull her shirt over her head and toss it on the desk.

  Nicole stands before me like a fucking goddess. Her dark blonde hair lies in waves, framing her face that is flushed with pleasure. Every now and then the light catches the lighter blonde streaks making them shine. She’s breathing heavy and each breath she takes causes those large, perfectly shaped globes of her breasts to shake. The nipples are hard and somehow pebble even tighter when the cool air of the room hits them.

  “Take the rest of your clothes off Nicole,” I command quietly. I need this from her.

  “Dragon, I...” She brings her hands up to try and shield her breasts from me. Goddamn it. I should have kept her my prisoner. Still, I need her to give this to me.

  “Don’t hide yourself from me Nicole. It’s too late to go backwards here. Take off the rest of your clothes.”

  “We....”

  “Do it now, Mama.” I keep my voice gentle.

  She swallows and rubs her lips together. I seriously thought she would back out. It would have hurt like hell, but I would have let her all the same. Instead, she surprises the hell out of me.

  She kicks off her shoes. Oddly enough, I think I might have liked her to leave those on. Next time…

  All thought stops, when Nicole reaches down and pulls her shorts off.

  She’s in nothing but a hot pink thong. The thin strip of silk barely covers her mound. She’s gorgeous. No other word will fit. Her skin is a soft peach color that makes me want to taste every inch. Her breasts, fuck, I know I keep thinking how big and juicy they are, but it’s all my sex starved brain can think. I can’t wait to explore them, feel them wrapped tight around my cock.

  Her nipples, large and tight are begging for my touch. Her hips travel out in a curve that is feminine and sexy as hell, and makes me long to grab hold and take the ride of my life. I can’t see all of her pussy, but the part not hidden by the skimpy thong is waxed and completely bare. I can see the wet spot on the fabric though. It makes me hungry.

  I take her hand and pull her toward Irish’s desk. Sweeping my hand across it, I knock a bunch of shit to the floor with a loud clattering noise. Nicole gasps and jumps as I startle her. I can’t help it, however. I need her and by God I’m going to take her.

  “I’ve been thinking about this for weeks Mama,” I growl pulling the thin strap of her thong with my hands and ripping that damned thing off of her. I pick her up and sit her on the desk, quickly.

  “Dragon... maybe we should...”

  I don’t let her finish. My mouth slams down against hers, to stop her words. I can’t hear her tell me no. Fuck that shit. I push into her mouth with a hunger I have never felt before. I rape her mouth. It’s not pretty, but it’s true. My tongue forces in, conquers, devours and takes. Still, even through the loud roar of blood thrumming in my ears, I notice she seems as hungry as I am. She’s right here with me and this time when I break away, she’s not denying me.

  “You want this,” I say staring at her.

  Her eyes are so filled with desire the blue color seems to glow. She nods.

  “The words Nicole, I need the words, Mama.”

  “I want this. I want you.”

  “Bring your knees up against your chest baby. Open for me.”

  I expected her to balk at the order. The fact that she doesn’t pleases the fuck out of me. She opens that pretty pussy for me. She has a small landing strip that is covered in blonde hair. I’ve seen a lot of pussy in my time. That’s just fact. I don’t think I have ever seen better. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more beautiful woman period. That feeling in my gut solidifies. I don’t see me ever giving this woman up.

  I watch her already soaked pussy grow wetter before my very eyes, my brain screams out words I never thought it would. Keep her!

  I quickly push my pants down to my knees and I grab my aching cock and zero in on the spot I’m now viewing as my own personal heaven.

  “Dragon, no!” she gasps.

  “Yes Nicole. We’ve gone too far to turn back now,” I say, trying to ram home and forget she’s trying to stop this.

  “Condom, you have to use a condom.”

  Holy fuck!

  I’ve never barebacked it with a woman, and yet, here I am about to sink into this woman without even thinking about a condom. Worse, I’m not happy about stopping to put one on now.

  Fuck.

  I reach down and pull my jeans up enough to dig out my wallet. Finding a condom there, I pull it out, stuffing everything else back in my pocket. I make short work of the condom and don’t give her time to say anything else before I slam into her. I close my eyes as I feel her walls ripple against me. I hold still inside of her, letting her get accustomed to taking me all in. I can tell it’s been awhile for her. She’s tight as hell. I take a deep breath and rest my head against hers waiting for the signal she’s ready for me to go on.

  “Oh my God,” she whispers shakily, and a ghost of a smile flashes on my lips. I smile around her a lot. I’m not a man who smiles. Her words get me though, they are not what I expected, but then again, with this girl, nothing ever is.

  “You ready, Mama?”

  “After that, I’m not sure.”

  “I’ll take care of you. Wrap your legs around me,” I whisper, my hand going to cup her ass and pull her even tighter. That small shift sinks me deeper inside when she locks her legs around me. I know this is just the first night of many with Nicole. I may not understand it, but whatever this is, it’s different.

  Her nails dig into my shoulders as we begin a rhythm. I smile against her skin as I inhale her scent. I like the idea of her marking me.

  “Oh God, Dragon, don’t stop.”

  Crazy woman, that’s not even an option at this point. When we’re at this angle, my face is at the perfect spot to suck on one of those hard nipples that have been torturing me. I devour it like a starving man and then capture the nipple between my teeth, sucking it hard. I would have thought it impossible at this po
int, but I can feel Nicole getting wetter.

  “You like it when my cock is buried inside that juicy little pussy of yours, don’t you baby. You love taking my dick. Say it,” I growl, slamming into her harder.

  With each plunge I take, her breasts jump and her nails grab hold so tight, I know if I looked at my back there would be blood.

  “Oh God Dragon, I’m close. Please... I...”

  “I’ll give you what you need, Mama, but say the words.”

  “I love taking your... dick,” she calls out as I ride her harder.

  My fingers slide into the valley between the cheeks of her ass, but she’s so far gone I don’t think she notices at this point. I’m barely hanging on by a thread, but I’m not going to shoot my load before she comes. That is not happening. I bite on her neck, getting a little rougher as she moans her approval. I growl, while tongue fucking her ear. She moans hotly and her nails slide down my back now, burning like hell the entire time. Does she mean to mark me? She definitely is and I’m not just thinking about her nails.

  “Come for me, Mama! Let it go, I’ll catch you. Now Nicole,” I whisper in her ear. I feel her body begin to convulse, her pussy clamping tight against my cock and milking me. I’ve never felt anything as good as what is happening right now with this woman. It’s so fucking strong. She pulls me in with her into the abyss, as my cry of release merges with her moans. It’s a beautiful fucking song.

  5

  Nicole

  Oh my God, I’m a whore!

  Those are the words that are playing in my head as I watch Dragon pull up his jeans. Yes, he

  is pulling up his jeans. He didn’t even get undressed! Not like Super Whore Nicole! I’m currently curled up on a couch that Dragon carried me to after being fucked to an inch of my life.

  I’m pretty sure he short circuited what small brain cells I had and totally paralyzed me. That’s the only reason I can come up with for not covering my naked ass up. Shit, what do I know? Super Whore Nicole may just be lying here waiting for round two with Fat Tommy outside! After all, whores do everyone… Right? Even freaking, Fat Tommy! Oh my God! I’m a whore!

  “Get dressed woman, before I fuck you again,” Dragon orders. His wicked voice sending chills down my back.

  I swallow and then lean down to grab my clothes that were scattered on the floor. I don’t speak. I’m not sure I can. The only words that come to mind are, Super Whore! She’s able to leap from man to man with a single...

  “Did you hear what I said?”

  I’m pulling my shirt over my head when I look up at him. Fuck no, I didn’t hear him. Why can’t he just leave? Shit, I just had sex with a biker who has Twinkies for God sakes! I have to go get a damn shot. Do they even give chlamydia shots!?!?

  I mean he wore a condom, but can that shit eat through latex? He probably fucks so much he has a weird Teenage Mutant Ninja strain of it!

  “Yo! Mama! I asked what time your shift is over.”

  Over? It’ll never be over! Shit, now my brain is quoting cheesy Nicholas Sparks movies.

  I clear my throat. “Midnight, I get off at midnight.”

  God, I hope we get off again. Cue Bad Nicole, I’m so fucking screwed. You can say that again. Bad Nicole chimes.

  I shake my head to clear the voices. I take some deep breaths. I feel better now that I’m not naked as a jaybird. I’ll be fine. All I have to do is pull up that damned armor that I keep in place. It should be easy. I’ve used it since I was old enough to realize my parents had frozen popsicles for hearts. I walk towards the door and Dragon stops me.

  “I’ll pick you up after work, Mama,” he says softly and kisses my forehead. It’s a sweet touch that sets butterflies off in my stomach. I ignore them and instead concentrate on being relieved.

  If he had really kissed me, I probably would have never come back out of the haze he would put me in. He’s that potent. He is Super Whore kryptonite even. I nod. If I disagree out loud he will fuck me into submission.

  Yes, please. Bad Nicole needs to go—like yesterday! I clear my throat.

  “I better get back to work.”

  “Okay. Mama,” he says, while his finger moves gently back and forth on my cheek. I open my eyes, and really I’m so far gone that I don’t remember closing them. I get lost in the dark chocolate of his eyes, so deep and intense. If he tried, he could probably see right through me. He bends down further this time and lightly kisses my lips.

  It’s sweet, totally unexpected after what we just shared. Then again, so was the forehead kiss. It seems totally out of character.

  I can’t really say though because… I don’t know him! Oh. My. God!

  Then he’s gone. The door closes and I’m left staring at the dumb thing, slightly in shock. I run my fingers through my hair because I’m sure, at this point, I look like I’ve just had sex on my boss’s desk. Because I have!

  I take a deep breath and close my eyes. Then I take another one... and another. Finally, I open my eyes and lick my suddenly dry lips. It’s time I go back out

  there. I don’t want to. I hate to face the world when everyone has to what I just did in here. Shit. Another fortifying breath—which doesn’t really fortify at all—I walk out with my head held high...okay, medium high.

  Whatever!

  I grab my serving tray off the bar, having no idea how it got there at this point. I refuse to look my boss in the eye.

  “Back on duty,” I mumble.

  “K, Nicole.”

  I can hear the laughter in his voice. I choose to ignore it. That’s my plan, and I’m sticking to it. I don’t know where Dragon and his crony went. I’m trying not to dwell on it. I know he said he would be back to pick me up. Um. Yeah. I can’t do that. I just need to get back home and pretend tonight didn’t happen. Chances are Dragon left here and has found another woman already. I ignore the pang of hurt that lodges in my stomach with the thought.

  The crowd is starting to die down. There may be ten people in here. I’m collecting empties and wiping off Fat Tommy’s table. I’m relieved to find that apparently my new found whoredom centers only on Dragon and not the sweet, but bald, beer belly, tobacco chewing, Tommy who I learned ten minutes on the job was a regular—as in he was here every night. Every night. Still, I wouldn’t be spreading my legs for Tommy and I take that as a good sign. All is not lost, I suppose.

  I look up at the bar to find Irish watching me. He’s been doing that a lot since I screwed Dragon in the back room. How could he not? Hell, he probably figures I’ll spread my legs for him next. What was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking, that much is clear—at least not with my head. This whole night has one word attached to it.

  Mistake—a big mistake.

  Dragon already wanted me to be a Twinkie and that had pissed me off! Then I go and act like one! It’s ten minutes before ten. I’m supposed to get off at ten. Yeah, I know I totally lied to Dragon. What’s lying when I’m already a fornicator—either way I’m still going to hell.

  Geez I’m losing it.

  “Hey Irish, I’m going to cash in,” I say not looking at him. Even avoiding his gaze, I can still feel the heat rise in my face.

  “Thought Dragon was coming back to pick you up?” he asks, and I can feel fear spike through me and speed up my heartbeat.

  “Something must have come up. No worries, I have my own car. I’m sure he’ll find me.” I answer, trying to sound breezy and carefree.

  I paste on a fake smile and go over to the register to cash out. Luckily, my money and orders jive and it goes quickly. The only bad spot I have is when Irish mentions he should give Dragon a call. I ignore him. A customer demanded his attention and thankfully a crisis is diverted. I am just about to leave when I feel a large hand cup my ass and squeeze it. For a minute I think Dragon has shown up early and I’m not sure if it is fear or happiness that fills me. I know however, after just a second though, that it is not Dragon’s hand on me. The touch feels...wrong. I hate that I explain it that way, but it’s true no
netheless.

  “Irish, you didn’t tell me you were getting some new talent.” My spine stiffens and I straighten up, trying to disappear into the wood of the bar just to get some space between me and the voice behind me. He’s got a deep voice, almost sexy, but something about it sends a warning through me and raises the hairs at the back of my neck, and not in a good way. I can tell he sits down on the stool behind me. This was bad news since every stool around me is empty. I lower my head, grieving the bad luck I seem to be having. Apparently, I broke a mirror and somehow forgot.

  “Hands off, Skull.”

  “Shit no, haven’t seen a piece this fine in months. What’s your name, chica?” he asks my back. I don’t want to turn around. That doesn’t seem to matter; he wraps his arms around

  my stomach and pulls me onto his lap. I take a breath and put my hands on his to pry them away from my stomach.

  “Let me up stud, I think you have me confused here,” I tell him, trying to joke my way out of this.

  “No way, Mamacita. You and me are going to get better acquainted.”

  Okay, well bright side, I now knew unequivocally that I am not a slut. Why? Because Skull or whoever this was, was a damn fine, good looking man, but he was still creeping me out. His dark hair was shaggy, in a way you just knew he didn’t try, but still looked like a runway model for Calvin Klein. His eyes were brown not dark like Dragon’s, but shiny and sparkly. He had an indention on his jaw that was sexy and a slight scar above his right eyebrow. He was a walking dream man and he was doing nothing for me, except annoying me. When he started laughing and a few others joined in I looked around. Shit, was this place full of bikers? Skull had brought three other men in with him. Was this more of Dragon’s crew?

  Hell, I needed to get out of here, maybe even move back home at this point.

  “Let her up, Skull. She’s Dragon’s property,” Irish mutters. His voice has gone from easygoing to so still and dark it sent chills. Then his words hit me.

  Dragon’s property?!

  Irish’s words seem to make Skull’s arms wrap tighter around me, for a minute it hurts. I’m getting upset by this point, for a number of reasons. First and foremost, though, I want out of this man’s arms. Then, I want out of this bar before Dragon decides to come back and, most importantly, I want to be locked up nice and tight at home, away from the crazies that apparently are thicker than molasses in this damned town.