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Manic
I was pushing her, but I wanted this girl so fucking bad. I had to give her everything, and that included the way I fucked. The way I knew she needed to be fucked. I’d gone easy on her the first time.
Spanking her was a gamble, but I knew she needed that too. I didn’t have to know the details of whatever she’d been through in the past to know my girl needed out of her own head in a bad way, and while I had her over my knee, she’d fucking soared.
At the end of this trip, I wanted her to know who I truly was. I was a biker, a mountain man who lived hard and fucked hard. A man who would beat the shit out of anyone dumb enough to hurt my family—by blood or by choice. She didn’t know it yet, but Addison was one of those people.
Her bare, wet-as-fuck pussy squeezed me tight, and I groaned, fisting her gorgeous hair tighter, and stared into her eyes. They were heavy, sexy, hungry. She loved my dirty mouth, and she’d love everything I planned to do to her this weekend. “Ride me, Addison,” I ordered.
And she loved that too. She was trembling as she licked her lips and gripped my shoulders, then she lifted her ass and slid back down. We both moaned, and I wrapped my hands around her waist. She did it again, and her pussy gripped me so tight that I was pretty sure my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“More,” I growled and swatted her ass.
She whimpered and started moving faster, her round hips and lush ass rolling. A cry burst from her, and I watched her come the fuck alive for me. Her hands slid to the sides of my neck and she moved faster still, harder. I needed more, though. I wanted everything she had.
“Harder, Addison. Deeper,” I all but snarled and gripped her hips, helping her along. “Show me how a good girl fucks her man. Show me how much you’ve missed having me inside you.”
“Oh god,” she said and gave me what I wanted, what I knew she needed as well.
I brought her down hard and slammed my hips up at the same time, over and over again. I felt the slickness of her pussy on my thighs, and those full, fucking mouthwatering tits were bouncing hard for me.
“Gonna fuck those too,” I said. “Gonna squeeze these sexy tits around my cock and fuck them, then shove my cock in your mouth and make you swallow it. You want that, baby?”
Her mouth opened on another cry. “Y-yes, I want that.”
“Yeah, you do. I know what you want, what you need,” I said and slammed into her again.
My balls were tight, and my dick throbbed. Having her raw was too damn good. I was already close to coming, and I wanted my girl to come first. I cupped her reddened ass and pressed my finger to her slick little asshole, not pushing inside but applying pressure, feeling her out.
Her eyes widened, then she went fucking off, fucking me harder, forcing the tip of my finger into her ass. She came screaming against my shoulder, and I grabbed her hips and held her on my cock and blew the fuck up, pumping her full and making sure she got every last bit of my come deep inside her.
She finally slumped against me, and I rubbed her back, trying to catch my breath, my heart smashing against my ribs, pounding like an out-of-control jackhammer.
Addie was quiet, apart from her panted breaths, and I held her to me, smoothing my hand over her ass that would still be aching in the morning. I was no gentlemen, especially not in the sack, but holding back the way I had last time was as close as I’d ever gotten. That wasn’t going to happen over the next few days.
Though, when I told her she wasn’t ready for the way I wanted to fuck her, I’d meant it. I’d improvised when she said she wanted me to give it to her anyway. I might want to show her every part of me, but I still needed to ease her in over the next couple days.
She was right, I’d had my fair share of pussy, but I’d never had a woman I wanted to put my property patch on. Not until Addie. I had no idea how to do this. I didn’t date. I had casual sex and moved on. She was still young and seriously skittish, and I’d been worried that if she knew the deep, dark, dirty parts of me, she’d run away even faster. I had nothing to lose anymore. At the end of this, she’d either be mine, or she’d dance away from me all over again.
If there was any chance of her staying, Addie needed to know the kind of man I was, and that’s what I planned to give her over the next few days. “Okay, cupcake?”
“Yeah,” she said softly.
Loved how she got like this, all soft and fucking sweet after I’d gotten her off good. Her lips were fuller, and her cheeks were darker, eyes bright and warm. I was still inside her, and I wanted to stay where I was, but when she snuggled closer, I knew she was tired. She wrapped her arms around my neck again and yawned.
I cupped her ass and stood, carrying her to bed, still planted deep inside her, not pulling out until I was forced to. I slid out carefully because we’d fucked hard and strode to the bathroom.
I cleaned off, rinsed the washcloth, and brought it to my girl. I’d never had sex without a condom before, and Addie watched me stride toward her. Her breath hitched as I spread her thighs and gently wiped her clean. I wanted to take care of her, and I hoped she’d see that over the next few days as well.
Maybe I was expecting too much? Probably.
But I had to try.
I wanted this girl to be mine.
I tossed the cloth back in the bathroom and climbed into bed, sliding in behind her. Pulling her into my front, I wrapped my arm around her and, taking one of her tits in my hand, I kissed her neck.
“Night, cupcake.”
“Night, Levi.”
I smiled against her hair when she used my real name.
By the end of this weekend, Addie would be mine.
I kissed her neck a second time.
I fucking hoped so, anyway.