Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
She loved her body, loved the ink that covered her flesh and expressed her personality. She wanted to be an outgoing and sexual person in a responsible way too. Maybe jumping into bed with Booshie wasn’t the best thing to do on the same day she had broken it off with Rob, but the truth was, over the last few months, it was like this massive elephant was in the room when she was with Rob.
Maybe on some level she had known her relationship with him was doomed, but damn, a year was the longest she had committed to a person, and it wasn’t like she was getting any younger.
“You only live life once, right?” She shrugged. “Besides, it isn’t like we’re strangers, not really at least.” She swallowed, feeling really thirsty all of a sudden.
“You want me to take you home, baby?” His chest rose and fell, and he continued to stare at her mouth.
She didn’t verbally respond, but nodded and licked her lips again. He groaned low in his throat.
“You’re playing with fire, Naggie.”
Maybe she had licked her lips to get him even more worked up, or maybe this man just got her so worked up she couldn’t even tell what the hell she was doing anymore. He shifted in his seat, and she glanced down to his crotch. Oh God. That had been a bad idea, because the sight of the bulge he was sporting had everything inside her stilling. Even through his jeans, Booshie looked like he was packing a fucking anaconda between his legs, but then again, he was big all over.
Purely masculine in every way, this biker was the epitome of what a man should be. Naggie had never even been one of those women who got all mushy when a big, strong man came into her life, but God, Booshie was a whole other breed of male. She had been called a wild child, had done some pretty daring things in her life, but never had she randomly gone home with a guy like this.
But damn, it felt right, and she knew Booshie was the type of man who could make her feel really good and forget about a lot of shitty things. Who cared that he was probably old enough to be her father?
Nasty. Don’t even think about that.
Booshie flashed her a shit-eating grin, and then he stood, reached for her hand, and helped her off the stool. Yeah, tonight was certainly going to be one she wouldn’t forget, both mentally and physically.
7
Booshie was getting harder by the second from feeling Naggie tighten her arms around his waist. He took the corner of the road and hugged it tight, and he loved that she pressed herself closer. Surely she had been on a bike before? But hell, he liked her pussy and tits all pressed up against him.
Shit, he could feel the heat from her body right through his cut and T-shirt. He wondered if her pussy was hairless or if she had a thin strip of blonde hair that covered her mound. He didn’t care either way as long as he had his hands, mouth, and dick all over it by the time they got to his bedroom.
The wind was chilly as he took the last turn on his bike to get to his place. He was located on the outskirts of town, away from anyone who would fuck with him and his privacy, but still close enough that he could help out the Bastards at the drop of a hat. He pulled his Harley into his driveway and parked it in front of the garage.
He had the engine cut, was off the bike, and had his hands around her slender waist before she could even say anything. He was rock-hard, ready to fuck her, and didn’t want to waste any time.
Booshie unlocked the front door of his place and kicked it open. He already had her in his arms and had his mouth on hers by the time they walked inside. After shutting the door behind them, he slammed her back up against it and tilted his head so he could deepen the kiss. His cock was hard, his balls drawn up tight to his body.
He had wanted Naggie for a long fucking time, but of course her being with someone had kept him at a distance. All it had taken for him to let his control slip were the words she uttered about being single. It didn’t really matter why she was single, because he could finally slide his dick into her tight little body. He broke the kiss, felt this powerful need rise up inside him from testosterone and adrenaline, and knew he had never wanted to fuck a woman as badly as he did her.
It seemed weird as hell wanting her like he did. Booshie wasn’t ashamed to say he wanted women for one thing: pussy. But Naggie made him feel differently. Maybe it was the fact that for all these months he had been pining after her, aching to fuck her, but knowing he couldn’t touch her.