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He knew he was a sick bastard, but that was the way his thoughts were heading, as he sat at the bar with her. He watched as she nervously flicked her classy, blow dried hair over her shoulder. Fuck, she had elegant little diamond earrings. Nix wanted to pierce her nipples, get her to put real diamonds in those. God, he got hard thinking about it. She bit her lip, white, perfect teeth on expensive velvet, red lipstick.
“So, um… how long have you been here at the MC?” she asked nervously, eyes darting to his bare chest.
He smiled calmly. “Not long,” he replied, almost enjoying how uncomfortable she was obviously feeling.
She crossed her legs, then uncrossed them again. “And um… why did you find the biker lifestyle?” She was trying for small talk. She was cute.
“You don’t find the biker lifestyle, it finds you,” he said, and downed his whiskey in one fluid motion.
Fuck it. Lyle had said show her a good time, so that’s what he was going to do. Fuck the small talk, they clearly had nothing in common. No shared experiences to bond over. She was a flustered as a school girl at prom, telling Nix she found him arousing at least if not attractive, and Nix knew for a fact those curves of hers were just what he needed tonight. They had that, and the other only thing they shared was that they both wanted to get laid tonight. He wanted to get his teeth into those tits and his cum all over her. She wanted a good time, so Nix thought he’d just progress things sooner rather than later.
He put the glass down with a solid tap on the wooden bar. “You wanna fuck?” he asked, looking straight at her.
Her eyes went wide, her mouth parted. She looked shocked, sure, but she flushed and smiled.
He leaned forward, reached one hand into her hair to grip her head, and brought her to him so he could kiss that chic lipstick off her face. Her eyes went wide, she let out a little squeak, but her lips were warm, and immediately kissed him back. Fuck, she slipped her tongue straight into his mouth, her hand coming to his shoulder, pulling on him.
Nix stood, not disconnecting from her mouth, slipping off the stool and standing up, then slipped his hands to her butt cheeks, and picked her up off the stool. She let out a breathy moan of desire and he bumped her against his chest. Her body was hot. Curvy, a round full butt that was begging to be spanked. Sharp, shiny red nails that Nix wanted raking down his flesh.
“Oh, you want a good time, huh, Vixen?” he asked around her lips as he carried her back to his bedroom. She smelled so tasty. Oh he was going to sin sweetly tonight.
“Yes, God, yes,” she said back to him.
Then fuck it, he’d show her a good time. He fished out the key card to his room with one hand, swiped it, and once inside, plonked her down on the bed. She bounced a little, her eyes finding his. They were smoky blue gray. Her makeup was classy and discreet, some smoky shimmer crap that looked seriously high class. Nix was going to lick it all off her.
Fuck, her curves. Her scent. All woman. It had been a while. He planned on enjoying every last ounce of her body.
He stood, breathing hard next to the bed, and immediately began ripping off his jeans. She panted and eyed him hungrily. She was surprised, like she couldn’t believe what was happening. Nix smirked. He’d make her a believer alright.
He came down on top of her and she immediately lapped him up, her hands all over his chest, exploring hungrily. She raked perfectly manicured nails down his torso and he shivered. Fuck, that was what he needed.
He started pawing at her dress, there was a little zipper at the side. He undid it a few inches and then it got stuck, but it was enough for her boobs to spill out. Fuck getting the dress off her. He was going to fuck her in the it. He bunched it up her thighs as she whimpered.
“You want this, huh?” Nix asked, his hands eager, taking things at 100 mph. His preferred speed, after all.
“Yes, oh God, you have no idea how much I want this,” she said back.
He smiled and came back down to kiss her, planting his leg against her clit, and, without prompting, she needily began coaxing herself against it as his tongue and mouth explored hers. She was so eager. So willing. Nix didn’t have to fight anything to feel this. It was a welcome change.
“You want a good time, huh, tell me, what do you want?” Nix said in between sucking on her lips.
“I want… I want good sex.”
He smiled. “Good, how do you like it, Vixen?”
“Hard.”
Nix purred. Fucking ideal. “Tell me Vixen, are you going to be a good girl for me and do as you’re told?”
She let our a little gasp that was pure sex. His cock bulging in his jeans.
“Or are you going to be a bad girl? Am I going to have to fuck you hard? Fuck the posh bitch out of you-”
“No, I’ll be just right for you,” She whispered back. Nix groaned out loud and his breath caught in his throat.
“I want it fast, messy, I want to feel well and truly fucked,” she continued.
“Oh fuck Vixen-baby, that’s my speciality, you know that?” Nix pulled his begging cock out of his jeans, knowing the reaction he’d get. Smirking.
