I turn my body and swing for his other cheek. He releases another loud moo, a shiver rocketing through my body and straight to my pussy at the noise. I fucking love this bull.
“Moo for madame again!” I scream as he lets it rip, the paddle colliding with his swollen flesh. I can feel my arousal bursting forth, my own body wanting attention. I throw thepaddle to the floor and grip one of Havoc’s horns, wrenching him from the rail. “On your knees like a good bull,” I growl, throwing my leg up to the railing. I hook my heel over the plank and lift my dress, the top of the slit barely even hiding my cunt. “Eat, cookie. I need your tongue!”
“Fuck me, yes!” Havoc moans, sucking me right through my panties. His eyes roll back into his head as he tastes my musk. I buck forward, throwing my pussy at his snout.
“Lick my flesh!” I demand, the barrier of my underwear too much. He bites at my body, ripping the crotch of my panties clean off with his teeth. I suck in a surprised breath as the cool air hits my pussy. “Put that piercing to work!” He threads his tongue inside of me, the ball of his piercing reaching my g-spot and making me moan. “More!” I cry as Havoc obeys. He pulls back, tearing my dress completely in half at the slit. I gasp in shock, my rounded belly and heavy breasts spilling out as his eyes ravage my body.
“Gods dammit, that’s what I needed right there,” he says hungrily, gripping both of my tits and licking them harshly. I can’t even protest, nor do I want to. It feels so fucking good. He bites at my tummy, leaving red teeth marks before returning to my pussy. I’m so stunned and turned on, it only takes a couple more flicks of his piercing to set me off.
“Havoc!!” I scream, making him laugh into my cunt. I grab his horns and hump his face shamelessly, wringing out my pleasure as much as I can. “Fuck, fuck! I love you! FUCK!”
“I love you too, red,” he says, licking his lips. One of the things I love most about Havoc is when he knows he needs to take over. He keeps me in my heels, throws one of his arms in front of my body to protect me from splinters and bends me over the railing, currently in charge. “That’s where I won tonight,” he says, the hot air from his nose warming my chilled cheeks. “I want you to remember that as I fuck you with my big monsterdick, babe.” He notches himself at my entrance, running his tip through my slick. I whimper, pressing my hips back in invitation.
“Cookie,” I whisper, barely able to speak. “I need you. Fuck me, big guy. Fill me with your monster cock, Havoc.”
“Anything for you, red.” He slams into me, rutting into my pussy with power only a minotaur could possess. I let him use me, holding onto his arm. I try to keep my legs locked in place, but I keep slipping in my heels. Havoc lifts me up easily with an arm banded around my waist, not even missing a thrust as he continues pounding away.
The entire time, I do keep my eyes trained on the ring below us. Especially when I squirt and my juices rain down into the dirt. Havoc makes it happen three more times before he’s finally ready to fill me with his winning seed. I’m spent and stuffed as his hot cum floods my pussy, running down my legs and into my heels.
I fall backwards into his chest as he finishes, closing my eyes. “I gotchu, red. Hang on.” When he removes his cock, the mess on my legs grows infinitely. I don’t even care. I love being sticky with his release. He cradles me in his arms, taking his time carrying me back up to his apartment. I grip the hair on his chest, feeling everything at once.
“Havoc,” I whisper, feeling the comfort of his bed around my body as he sets me down.
“Yeah, red,” he says gently, kissing my cheek, his fingers tracing my collarbone tenderly.
“Marry me, cookie.” I yawn, sleep threatening to take me under.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he replies. “Now go to bed.”
Chapter Twenty Epilogue: Tess
Havoc is out running errands as I serve the old bulls during the daytime shift. It’s actually so fun to hang out with them. We listen to classic rock and bullshit about their lives. I get to hear about how their kids are doing and how their day at work went. They ask me personal shit about Havoc, trying to gain anything they can to use as blackmail. I tell them to fuck off as they laugh hysterically. It’s a lot calmer during the day, making my shift easier and I get to hang out with the same bulls each and every time. Which is why I’m surprised when Cash comes into the bar.
We don’t get paid until the following week, so he’s not here for a check and his work week doesn’t start until tomorrow. Havoc hired Ginger to help out at the bar, making it possible for Cash to have two days off in a row. He should be enjoying his last day of freedom. Instead, he’s pulling out a stool away from the old bulls and sulking by himself at the opposite end of the bar.
I walk over to him, feeling hesitant. Cash and I are alright now, but we’re not exactly friends. Which is fine with me. I’ll take him not bumping into me on purpose and spilling beer down my tits to try and prove he’s a hardass. What I’ve realized with Cash is that he’s quite emotional and doesn’t know how to express it. But if I direct the conversation, he usually opens up to me. I remember the girls telling me that he was having problems with his girlfriend months ago. Maybe he’s here because of that.
“Hey, Cash. You looking for Havoc?” I ask as I lean my hands on the bar. “He should be back in an hour or two.”
“I’m not looking for anyone, Tess. Just need a drink,” he says sadly, setting his phone down. Both his ears are plastered to his head, the white one even unmoving. “It’s been a shit day.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. What can I get you?” I watch as he rubs his temples, breathing deeply.
“A double shot and a beer,” he grumbles. “Please, Tess,” he adds. I appreciate the manners. I smile at him and turn to get him his drinks. I slide them over to him and then make sure the old bulls are good before I come around the bar and take the seat next to Cash.
“Ok, honey. Spill. This isn’t normal Cash behavior,” I say as he gives me a pathetic look.
“Why are you trying to help me?” he asks, throwing his shot back easily, not even grimacing at the burn.
“Because even though you’re a dick, we’re a family here. You’re like my asshole brother. We may bicker and fight, but if someone hurts you, I’m first on the list to throw hands,” I reply as Cash gives me a genuine smile.
“I like that analogy,” he says, a small snort leaving his nose. “I have been a dick to you. And it wasn’t even your fault.”
“No shit. I didn’t do anything,” I agree
“It’s not you, Tess. My life has been slowly falling apart, and you happened to start working here around the same time. You were an easy target for my anger. I’m sorry for that. It was never okay,” he says quietly.
“I accept your apology and I’m grateful to have received one,” I tell him honestly. “What else is going on, honey?”
