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I can feel her leg tighten around me as her body starts trembling beneath my touch. I know and she knows that she’s about to have an orgasm right here in front of everyone. It fucking pleases me, knowing it’s from my doing. I can get her anywhere and she knows it.
Thrusting my hips, I move slowly to be sure she can feel the head of my cock rubbing against her clit through her thin panties. I want her to imagine just how much better it would be if it were inside of her; deep inside of her and filling her to max.
I pull her neck up and grind my hips one last time right as her body starts shaking and her breathing comes out in short quick bursts. “I told you my cock feels good, baby. It’s going to feel even better inside you, claiming you.”
Pulling out of my grasp, she gives me a heated but angry look before slapping me right across the face. The contact stings, making my dick even harder for her. I’ve done her in and she fucking knows it. She can barely even stand right now and it has me so turned on, I may not even make it through the rest of the night without having to release this tension. “I fucking hate you. You’re such an asshole, Slade.”
The women start screaming and throwing money as she walks away and dips into the bathroom. They all want their turn, but all I want is to finish what I started. She’s mad, but it’s not at me. It’s at herself for wanting me. It’s written all over her face; enough for everyone to see.
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I’m standing there wiping my sweat off when Hemy leans in next to me and whistles while looking across the room. “Hot dayum. She is one fine piece of ass. I think we need to tag team that shit later. You can bend her over and fuck her while she sucks my cock. I saw how worked up you got her while you were dancing for her. She needs a good fuck.”
I bring my eyes up to see Aspen leaning over the bar, tugging on the back of her tight little dress. Damn, those legs are enough to hypnotize a man and almost make him forget where the fuck he’s at and why he’s there in the first place. Just one look at her and I can’t deny that I want that all to myself.
“That, mother fucker is all mine. I’ve already gotten a taste and I’m not sharing.” I reach for the nearest shot glass and slam it back, closing my eyes as the slight burning sensation slides down my throat, giving me a temporary feeling of relief. It’s nothing strong enough though. Not even enough to give me a buzz.
“Well, good luck with that shit, bro. It seems that asshole at the bar thinks otherwise.” He pauses for a second as I open my eyes and look up. He points and grips my shoulder. “She doesn’t seem too happy. You better take care of that shit before I do.”
I growl as some drunken asshole grabs her by the hips and attempts to pull her into his lap. I can see, even from back here that she isn’t into it. “I’ll be right fucking back. Start without me.” I slam the shot glass down and take off towards the bar. I am so heated right now, I could break this mother fucker’s jaw.
I can slightly make out what they’re saying as I get closer and I am right. This asshole is definitely drunk. Not a good move on his part.
“I said no, asshole.” Aspen reaches for his hand and tries prying it away from her waist while looking out in the crowd as if searching for someone. Neither one of them seem to take notice of me approaching. That’s cool with me. I’m still going to fuck him up.
“Come on, baby.” The guy ignores her and tightens his grip on her, pulling her down to his lap. This only pushes me further. “Look at that fine ass. I want it in my lap. We could go somewhere more private if you want.”
Swinging her arm back, she elbows him in the face and stomps on his foot. “I said, let go!”
The guy stands up, pushes her and grabs his nose that is now dispersing blood. “You fucking bitch. I will-”
Anger boiling up inside me, I reach for the back of the guy’s head and slam it down onto the bar beside him as hard as I can. The guy groans out in pain, obviously not expecting it as he reaches for his hair to try to release it from my tight grip.
Yeah, well suck on that, mother fucker.
“Fucking touch her again and I will break both your fucking arms and make your small fucking dick unusable. Got it?” I lean in next to his ear and slam his head down onto the bar again to get my point across. Then I whisper, “Never touch what is mine again.”
I look up with the guy’s hair still wrapped in my hand and am not surprised to see all eyes on me as I stand there breathing heavily. It’s not often fights happen in here since the majority of population is women. My bad, but he fucking asked for it.
Aspen is looking at me with a heated look as if by hurting this prick turned her on. Well, fuck me. It turned me on too. I didn’t know she had it in her. I like seeing her hurt someone. It’s hot; especially, while she’s wearing that sexy little dress.
Licking my lips, I push the asshole’s head down, release his hair and walk toward Aspen. Placing one hand on her hip, I look behind her right as her friend is approaching. “Aspen won’t be needing a ride.” I look up at Cale as he gives me a concerned look, just now realizing what happened. “Give me the fucking keys,” I growl out.
Digging in his pocket, he looks to Aspen. She doesn’t take notice because she’s too busy still looking at me with a very confused look on her face. She doesn’t know whether to slap me or jump on me and ride me. I’ll take either one. “What the fuck, man. You’re not even going to finish your shift?” He tosses me the keys, already knowing my answer, and I quickly reach out and catch them.
“Nope. I have better shit to do. Take care of this asshole. Get him out of here.” Grabbing Aspen’s hand, I drag her past the curious crowd and out of the bar. Once outside I swing my truck door open, pick her up and set her inside.
She still hasn’t said a word and I know why. She knows she’s finally lost the war within herself. I’m about to fuck her and even she can’t deny the sexual tension between us. It needs to be dealt with and there is only one way; to fuck and to fuck hard.
The look that she’s giving me is enough to push me over the edge. I’m trying to be respectful, but I may just say fuck it and take her here and now before we can even make it back to the house.
Fuck me.
Chapter Eleven
Slade
Leaning against the side of the truck, I pull out a cigarette, light it and take a long drag. That mother fucker is lucky I don’t go right back inside and shove my fist down his fucking throat. I never want to see that shit again. I can’t. I just fucking can’t.
I hear the sound of Aspen’s heels hit the pavement beside me, but right now I’m too pissed to even look up. I’m standing there staring at my fucking shoes, trying to keep my cool. If she opens her mouth right now, there’s a huge chance I will bend her over and fuck her right now. I have way too much shit going on in my head; not to mention that asshole inside has just pushed me over the edge.
“Did you enjoy that?” Her voice comes out soft, but with a hint of anger. I’m not surprised. After what I did to her in front of everyone, I’m sure she wishes it were me she elbowed in the face. “You just can’t resist fucking with me and pushing my buttons, can you? I don’t get it.”
I take another drag, close my eyes and exhale. I need another moment before I even attempt to speak. Right now, I feel like a fucking animal released from its cage and about to pounce on its prey. The intensity of me wanting her is eating at me.
“You didn’t have to save me from that idiot. Besides, it looked like you were pretty busy over there trying to juggle the slut squad. I have a feeling you’re a damn pro at it by now.”
Okay. One more drag and I’m good to go.
I take one more hit, toss the cigarette down beside me and pin her against the side of my truck. She looks up at me with a shocked expression, but doesn’t say a word. Her eyes just keep jumping back and forth as I stare into them. “I did enjoy it.” I lean into her ear and rub my bottom lip up her neck. “Just admit it, you did too. You think you can hide it, but I can smell it all over you.” I s
lowly run my hand up the inside of her thigh, stopping below her panty line. “And feel it.”
I am not a patient man and I've been waiting too many days for this. She better be ready. I'm about to pour all my frustration into her body because she's the reason I'm about to explode.
“You can’t fucking hide it anymore and we both know it,” I growl. “You want to kick my ass and fuck me at the same time. Well guess what,” I whisper. “I’m fucking waiting.”
I hear her breathing pick up before she places her hands to my chest and pushes as hard as she can. It only makes her angrier when her shove has no effect on me. She leans her head against my truck and exhales. “How do you know it’s for you, huh?” I move my hand higher and cup her mound in my hand, causing her to close her eyes and moan out. “It could . . .” She moans again as I start rubbing her through the thin fabric. It’s getting hard for her to find her words now. I like that. “Be for someone else. How do you know,” she growls questioningly.
Sliding my finger under the fabric of her panties, I shove it into her very wet pussy and grab the back of her neck. “This is how I know,” I assure her. “The way your breathing picks up and your body trembles under my touch.” I shove my finger deeper, causing her to raise her hips and thrust against my hand. “Do you feel that, Aspen? Your body is ready to be fucked. It needs to be fucked by me. No. One. Else.”
I grab both her hands and hold them above her head while pushing my thigh between her slightly parted legs. It feels so good between her thighs. So warm and . . . wet. “You want me to fuck you, baby?” I gently place my hand on her throat as I lean in and pull her bottom lip into my mouth and suck it, hard. She lets out a soft moan and nods her head as her lip slips from my grip. “Tell me you want me to fuck you. I want to fucking hear it.”
Looking at me, she doesn’t say a word, but the look in her eyes says it all. She lowers her hand down the front of my body, down my abs and grabs my erection in her hand. It feels so huge under her touch and I can tell by her little gasp that she feels the same way. I close my eyes and moan as she starts stroking it through the fabric as if she fucking owns it. Fuck, that’s such a turn on. It’s all hers if she wants it.
Her hands start working on the button of my pants as she leans in and bites my nipple. She’s breathing hard as she looks up at me. I’m so fucking turned on right now that I can barely fucking contain myself. I feel like a fucking virgin about to get pussy for the first time.
What. The. Fuck.
I press my body against hers and grab her legs one by one to wrap them around my waist. We both just stand there silent, looking into each other’s eyes before I slam my lips against hers and claim them. I can’t take it anymore. I need a fucking taste. I suck and tug, before slipping my tongue between her parted lips and sucking her tongue into my mouth. I never thought kissing could be such a fucking turn on, but damn her lips feel so good against mine. I have to admit that I’ve wanted to kiss her since that day in the bathroom.
“You still haven’t fucking said it, Aspen,” I groan against her lips while rubbing her hand over my hard cock. “You feel how big it is for you?” Her legs shake around me as her hand caresses my erection. “Just say the word and I will drive us back to my house and fuck you so damn thoroughly that this cock . . .” I force her to squeeze my dick as I thrust and bite her bottom lip. “Will be the only thing your body craves.”
“Fuck,” she hisses while pulling her hand away from my dick in a panic. “It’s happening again. Put me down.” She pushes at my chest and forces me to drop her to her feet. I have to catch her when she almost twists an ankle because of her high heels. “Just fucking take me back to the house. In case you forgot.” She jumps into the truck as fast as she can and slams the door closed behind her. “I’m pissed at you. Shit!”
“Nothing new there,” I point out.
I smirk to myself while walking over to my side of the truck and jumping in. I’m no fool. She can play hard to get if she wants, but in the end she and I both know that as soon as we get back to the house and walk in that door, I will have her riding my cock as if her life depends on it. Her body is getting desperate and so is she. Right now she hates me and is fighting against wanting me. Well, she’ll hate me even more after she sees what my body can fucking do to her.
We ride in silence, but I notice her press her legs together every few minutes while glaring over at me. She can’t seem to sit still and she looks as if she’s about to scream. Sexual frustration is one of those bittersweet things. It claws at you until you release it and there is only one way to do so; to fuck and fuck hard. I can tell she’s trying hard to keep her eyes away, but they keep scanning over my body, imagining it being on top of hers. This seems to piss her off even more.
Reaching over, I force her legs apart and slide my hand up her thigh. I slowly inch it further up her smooth skin until I feel the wetness between her legs. Then I stop. I want to see what her reaction is. I want to see how badly she needs me to release her.
She gives me a dirty look, but spreads her legs wider for me as if waiting for me to go further. I could pretend to be surprised, but I’m not. In the end, the throbbing between their legs wins out over the voice of reason in their heads. When I don’t make an attempt to move, she grabs my hand and pushes it away. “You’re an ass. Do you know that?” She presses her legs closed and looks out the window. “Stop fucking with me just because you think you’re God’s gift to women. You’re gorgeous and you have a rockin’ body, so what. Stop using that against my weakness. You’re the only person that can piss me off this way.”
She turns to look me in the eyes and her frustration is so fucking sexy, it hurts. Yanking her legs apart, I pull her closer to me and rub my thumb over her swollen clit. I really need to get her off because by the time we get back to the house, I won’t have the patience. I’m going to want to fuck her as soon as we step through the door. Her pussy has been the only thing on my mind since I tasted it for myself.
She moans as I start rubbing small circles against her body, teasing her. I start out slowly at first before moving at a faster rhythm. She starts rocking against my hand, getting more desperate the faster I go.
“oohhh . . . keep going.” She rocks faster. “It feels so good. Why do you have to be so good at this?” She moans out in pleasure while pulling at her hair.
“It’s a fucking blessing. Trust me,” I groan while trying to keep my eyes on the road. “You ready to come yet?”
She nods her head and grips onto the headrest behind her. “Yes. I’m ready. I’m so ready,” she breathes.
“Ask me to make you come then.”
She runs her tongue over her teeth in anger before digging her nails into my arm. “Will you make me come? I want you to make me come. It feels so good when you do it.”
I slip one of my fingers inside while still rubbing her clit with my thumb. She moans and digs deeper into my arm, trying not to scream. “That feels good, doesn’t it? You like my finger filling you, huh? Just wait until I ram my hard cock in there.” I shove another finger inside her and start moving them in and out.
“Oh fuck, you’re so tight, baby and so wet. Damn, it’s running down my fingers.” I shove my fingers deeper, while moving my thumb faster. “So fucking tight. Oh shit. Scream for me, baby. Show me what I do to you.”
I feel her body start to shake before she clamps down around my fingers. She lets go of my arm and grips the seat while screaming. She arches her back as I shove my fingers in one last time. “Stop! I can’t take it,” she breathes. “Don’t move. Just . . . don’t. Move.”
It takes her a few seconds to catch her breath. I don’t blame her. That was one intense orgasm. I’ll be surprised if she’ll be able to walk after that shit. I slowly pull my fingers out and suck them into my mouth, tasting her as she watches me with hooded eyes. She likes it when I taste her.
Fuck me.
As soon as the house comes into view, I pull off to the side of the road and slam
the truck into park. “Fuck this!” Pulling the keys out of the ignition, I hop out of the truck, slam the door behind me and rush over to her side. I can’t fucking wait any longer. I need to be inside her before I fucking explode. I won’t nut until I get a feel inside her.
I yank her door open and reach inside to pull her out. Before her feet can hit the ground, I have her wrapped around my waist and I’m heading for the door. I practically bust the door down while slamming my lips against hers, both of us breathing heavily while fighting for air.
I don’t even bother shutting the door behind us as I walk us over to the stairs. I set her down on the staircase and spread her legs before ripping her thin panties from her body. My eyes slowly trail from her breasts, down to her pussy as I bite my bottom lip and moan. “It’s so fucking beautiful.”
I force my body between her legs and press my lips against hers again. She’s kissing me with such anger and frustration that it only makes me want her more. “I want to slap you so bad right now,” she breathes. “I hate the way you make me want you.”
“Well, I fucking love it.” I grab the top of her dress and rip it open, exposing her breasts to me. I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. I could see her hard nipples even in the dim lighting of the bar earlier. She gets ready to say something; to yell at me about her dress until I suck her left nipple into my mouth, causing her to moan out instead. “You want me inside you, don’t you? Just fucking admit it.”
Moaning, she grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back. “I hate you so much for making me want you. Me wanting you is the last thing I need.”
“Well you don’t hate me enough. ‘Cause if you did, then you would fuck me; punish me. I want you to slap me, scratch me, bite me and pull my fucking hair. If you hate me, then punish me. I want to feel your fucking hate; drown myself in it. Then I want lick the hate right off your fucking body and taste it.”