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“What if I wanted you beggin’ for it?”
“I told you, I don’t beg… Oh, fuck.”
I work my dick in and out, not letting up as I pinch her nipples and she moans like my own goddamn personal whore.She’s so much more than that, but I’m not gonna tell her. I want her coming on my dick over and over until I’m finally ready to release inside her again.
“I’ve missed this sweet pussy,” I grunt. “Need you back at mine so we can fuck on my bar.”
“Your own private little fantasy?” she teases.
“Somethin’ like that.”
“Logan…” she moans, and I bite down on her neck. She comes, ramming her hips back onto my cock as I try not to lose control. Payden is making that extremely difficult because it feels so damn good.
“Thought you didn’t beg,” I tease, giving it to her as her groans go on, and on, and on.
“I don-don’t…”
I slow the pace, slamming in as she jolts, that perfect little ass pressing back against me.
“You feel so good.”
“Harder,” she tells me. “Harder, Logan.”
I comply. After all, I aim to please. “I’ll give you what you want if you come home with me.”
“Isn’t one fuck against the door enough for you?”
I grunt a laugh. “I think you know the answer to that, Angel.”
“F-fine, just, please, I need it…”
I grin. She begged, and I can’t get enough of it.
I pick up the pace, slamming in and out as heat rises up my body, pulling my balls tight, and then she’s coming again. Her tight, wet cunt clenches my dick like a vice and I can’t hold on anymore. I still, spilling into her as she drains every last drop in long, hearty pants.
My name on her lips has me seeing stars. I’ve never come as hard as I do when I’m with her.
“You’re comin’ home with me,” I tell her.
“W-what about Dozer?”
“He’s home, waitin’.”
I kiss where I bit her on the neck. “Make an excuse to the girls, then meet me out front.”
“But I have a drink waiting.”
“Fine. I’ll drag you out of the clubhouse if you prefer?”
“Five minutes,” she says, still catching her breath. “I have to put myself back together.”
I grin again like the sick bastard I am. “I wouldn’t go to too much effort, princess. We’re about to get really fuckin’ messy.”
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine Payden on the back of my motorcycle. I also never imagined I’d really get to fuck her on my bar, but that’s exactly where we’ve found ourselves. Leaving her car at the clubhouse, she was more than willing to climb aboard.
She dropped to her knees behind the bar and sucked me off, and now we’re going for it against the beer taps. I like her like this: dishevelled with her hair unkempt, lipstick wiped off, her eyes hooded and her lips pouty. I want to kiss her so bad, but that would be breaking all my rules.
I’d love her completely naked, but time didn’t permit. The second we got inside, we were all hands, pulling some of our clothes off, but not all. I hoisted her up onto the bar after I pulled her off her knees, and sucked her nipples, fucking her with my fingers until she was screaming my name to the entire city of New Orleans. This is how I fucking like my girl.
