She groaned, resting her head against his shoulder. He passed his thumb back and forth, back and forth, over her clit. She was shaking, and James held onto her as she screamed her release against his shoulder. Her teeth sank inside the leather of his jacket, and he kept rubbing even as she shuddered.

  He only stopped when she grabbed his hand, telling him to stop.

  Pulling his fingers from her shorts, he brought them up between them. With his gaze on hers, he took his cum slicked fingers into his mouth, and licked them clean.

  “Now that is one tasty piece of cunt,” he said, trying to shock her.

  It didn’t happen.

  She pressed a kiss to his lips, surprising him more than he had her.

  “Thank you so much, I needed that.”

  Before he got a chance to stop her, she took off. Cora was a fighter, and not a woman easily impressed. He’d have to work a lot harder.

  Chapter Three

  Cora wasn’t surprised to find James resting on his bike outside of her house when she came around the corner. She was fucking exhausted. Cora loved running, but it didn’t half make her body ache. He’d taken the edge off of her arousal with his touch. She had surprised him with her response, so points to her.

  Pulling her ear buds out, she smiled at him.

  “Are you stalking me now?” she asked, walking toward him. He stepped away from his bike, and she couldn’t help but look down the front of his pants.

  Oh my!

  She’d had a lot of men in her time¸ and seeing him like that, she knew she’d not even come close to being with a man that big. He was huge, rock hard, and thick. He was confined in his pants, and she wondered how good he looked outside of his jeans. She licked her dry lips, unable to look away.

  Stop staring at his dick. Look him in the eye, pervert.

  Forcing herself to look at him, she wanted to wipe that cocky look right off his face.

  “I took care of you. It’s only fair.”

  “Sorry, I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” She placed her hand on her hip, smiling at him. Cora wasn’t unaware of how much fun she was actually having. He was the first man she’d taken the time to even play with. James hadn’t taken off running. He kept coming back for more, and it intrigued her.

  “I’m not looking for a girlfriend. I’m looking for a woman who wants a good fuck, and has no limitations in the bedroom. Know of anyone I could use for that?” he asked.

  Damn, this man was after her own heart.

  “It depends.”

  “On what?”

  “If a guy with a dick that size can put it to good use.” She tilted her head to the side, wondering what his comeback would be.

  “Let me in, and I’ll show you exactly how fucking good it can be between us.”

  Cora breezed past him. She liked his answers a hell of a lot.

  Opening the door, she waited for him to step past the threshold into her home. Cora moaned as he closed the door with her pressed right up against it. James moved fast, which she liked a lot.

  He tore the music player out of her hands, placing it on the counter beside her door. This was where she put her keys and mail when she got in the house. James pressed her hands above her head, trapping her between the door, and his body. Core didn’t put up a fight.

  “This doesn’t exactly tell me what you can do,” she said.

  James ran his hand down her body, touching every inch of her, and yet his touch wasn’t enough. Over her clothing, his touch burned, and she so wanted them both to be naked with each other, touching, getting accustomed to their touch.

  “What’s the matter, baby? Not had a real man?”

  “I’ve not had a real man n—”

  He cut her off by slamming his lips on hers.

  Cora moaned at the force of his kiss. He nipped at her bottom lip, plundering her mouth with his tongue. She met him halfway, kissing him back with as much fever as he was kissing her.

  James cut off from her lips, moving down to her neck. He sucked on her neck, flicking his tongue over her pulse. She was so aroused, and she didn’t want him to stop, not once.

  “You want me to fuck you, baby?”

  “Do you even know my name?” she asked, wanting to keep the upper hand.

  “Cora, it’s not a name I’m not going to forget.” He nipped at her collarbone, and she groaned. The grip he had on her wrists tightened.

  She loved the bite of pain as he brought her whole body to arousal.

  “Fuck, you’re begging for some cock, aren’t you, Cora?”

  “Shut up.”

  He gripped her face, not roughly but enough so she had no choice but to focus all on him.

  “You want my cock. Don’t lie.”

  James released her hands, and Cora didn’t wait for permission. She gripped his cock, stroking him. He was better than she thought he was going to be.

  “I want this inside me. What do I have to do to move this along?”

  “Bitch,” he said, biting out the word at the same time he gripped her shorts, and began to jerk them down her body.

  She almost fell over in a heap on the floor. Giggling, Cora did her best to assist him, but it was damn hard.

  James took them both to the floor, wrestling out of their clothes. The moment Cora was free, she quickly crawled away from him, ending up in the sitting room. He followed her, and Cora stood to match his stance.

  The curtain was open, but no one could see in on them. Cora wouldn’t have cared who could see anything. This was her own home, and no one was going to tell her what to do in her own home.

  He stepped through into the room, completely naked. The length of his dick, pointed at her. He really was amazing and long.

  “No sex without a condom. I’m not on the pill.” She placed her hand on her hip, cocking it to the side.

  “Baby, you better get on the pill. I’ve got a feeling I’m going to need to fuck you regularly to get you out of my system.”

  “Do you really think you’ll get me out of your system?” She couldn’t help but taunt him.

  This had to be the best way she’d spent a Saturday lunchtime. After her run she’d intended to clean her house, but it didn’t really need it.

  He held a foil packet between his fingers. “I’ve come prepared, and no other woman has kept my interest.”

  Cora wasn’t insulted. No man had kept her interest either.

  “Were you really that sure?” she asked, glancing at the foil packet.

  “Are you offended?”

  “No.”

  “I’ve always got a condom. You never know when you might need one.”

  “Boy Scout?”

  “No. Prepared. How are we going to do this?” he asked.

  James was used to being in charge. His body was covered in ink, and Cora couldn’t help but admire his physique. He’d kept in shape entering forty. There was no ounce of fat on his body. He was rock hard, solid, and well worked out.

  Moving toward him, she took the condom from his fingers. Without waiting for him to respond, she pushed him down so he fell onto the sofa.

  Sinking down to her knees between his legs, she stared up at him.

  “You gonna suck my cock, baby?” he asked, sinking his fingers into her hair.

  “That I am. Close your eyes and think of England.”

  “No. I like to watch.”

  Gripping his cock, she flicked the tip, and watched him moan. He didn’t close his eyes, or look away. His gaze was locked right on hers. Loving his gaze on her, and being a little exhibitionist herself, she went to work, licking, sucking, and putting on a show of lavishing his cock with attention.

  Glancing up at him, she saw his eyes were still locked on her. His jaw was constantly clenching as he watched her. Sinking down onto his shaft, she took him as deep as she could without gagging. He released a hiss, and his fingers tightened in her hair.

  Working her hand over his saliva covered length, she removed her mouth, and flicked the tip taking all of his pre-cum.

  “You’re a little slut, aren’t you?”

  She shook her head. “Not a slut. Just a woman who loves a lot of sex. It doesn’t make me a slut.”

  “Some men would call that a slut.”

  “Then that man doesn’t get my pussy. I don’t do labels, and anyone who does, doesn’t get me.” She’d been with a man who liked to call her a whore and a slut, degrade her for the fact she loved sex. Cora wasn’t interested in being degraded. It was the twenty-first century, and yet men still wanted fucking virgins. It was ridiculous. This was one of the points she hated between a man and woman. A man who liked sex could fuck whoever he wanted, and he was a giant stud, something good, and men cheered for themselves. When a woman was exactly the same, loving sex, she was a slut or whore. No, not in her book.

  Working his length, she stared into his eyes. “What’s it going to be, James?”

  “I never had a thing for a slut. I can handle a woman who likes fucking.”

  She took the condom, tearing into the foil. Retrieving the latex, she nipped the tip, rolling the condom down his length. Cora loved sex, and she believed in her sex being safe. There was no way she was going to risk her health even for an orgasm.

  “Fuck, you even make putting a condom on sexy.”

  “I’m pleased I can arouse you, oh good master,” she teased.

  Getting to her feet, she straddled his waist, pressing his latex covered cock against her clit. She bit her lip, moaning as his shaft bumped her clit. Cora started to work her hips so that she was caressing her own pussy with his dick. She teased them both with the lightest of touches.

  James kept cursing, gripping her ass, and squeezing the flesh.

  She pressed her tits to his face, sinking her fingers into his hair as she did.

  “You’ve walked right out of my dreams,” he said.

  “Be careful with all of the sweet talk, I might start to worry that you actually care.”

  “If anyone can get me to care, it’s you.” He began to thrust up to her, bumping her clit with each thrust. She groaned, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feel of his touch on her body.

  “Don’t you care about anyone?” she asked, a tiny bit curious about this biker. She didn’t think of him as rough. He was intense, yes, intense. Cora wasn’t afraid of him though.

  “I care about my club.”

  “Your brothers?”

  “All of them. They’re my club, baby.”

  ****

  This woman was a wet dream come true. James sucked one of Cora’s nipples into his mouth, biting down on the bud, even as she used his cock to tease her clit.

  “Are we going to start talking about our feelings?” he asked.

  “No. I wanted you to be comfortable. You’re in my place, with your cock nearly in my pussy. I’m not asking you for anything else. I only want your cock.”

  “I’m not scared or uncomfortable. Some men would be terrified to have a woman like you in their arms, but not me.”

  “I’ve had quite a few men who haven’t been able to handle me, and it makes me curious. Why is it that you can handle me?” she asked.

  “I know exactly what you need.” Moving his hands to her hips, he gripped her flesh, and pulled her up so that only his cock was poised at her entrance. Staring into her eyes, James brought her down, slamming up inside her. He held her so that she couldn’t get away from him. Cora was at his mercy as much as he was at hers.

  She cried out, arching her back so that her tits were on glorious display. Her pussy was tight, squeezing him to fuck. James knew she’d be lovely and tight, and she was. Fucking perfection. He gripped her ass, squeezing the plump flesh as he leaned forward to bite one of her nipples.

  Cora cried out, resting her hands on his shoulders. Her nails sank into his flesh. He loved the bite of pain from her touch.

  Lifting her up, he stared between them, watching his slick cock reappear. The condom was an eyesore, but kids would be even fucking worse. He didn’t want kids, was never going to have them. Condoms were a blessing, and so was the pill.

  When she got on the pill, he’d fuck her without the condom between them. Until then, he was going to need to buy a hell of a lot more condoms. This woman was smoking hot.

  “You ever been fucked in the ass?” he asked, driving up inside her. She ground herself on him, taking him deeper inside her cunt.

  “Yes.”

  He was surprised. Usually a lot of women were not that adventurous. Reaching around, he slid his fingers over the puckered hole of her anus. She didn’t tense up. Her eyes closed, and she moaned.

  “It has been some time since I’ve had a dick in my ass.” She licked her plump lips, and he couldn’t resist taking a kiss.

  Moving his fingers down, he slicked his fingers in her cream before taking them back to slide across her anus, driving her wild with his touch.

  “You be a good girl, and then I’ll fuck you in the ass. I’ll let you remember how good it is to have a nice big cock sliding in and out of you.”

  James had hit the jackpot. Pixie didn’t have a clue what angel had slipped through his fingers.

  The name Angel reminded him of Lash’s woman, and put a dampener on his mood. She was too damn sweet to even be thought of in a moment like this. He wasn’t like the other MCs that he knew. He was never going to get embroiled in their shit.

  She lifted up on his cock only to slam back down in the next instance. He teased her asshole, pressing a little against her puckered hole. James didn’t go inside her, even though he wanted to know how far he could push Cora. She was one hot woman. Her body was a piece of art.

  If his brothers could see him now, they’d be queuing up for a chance to be with her. She was so fucking hot, and gorgeous.

  Cora looked between them, and he followed her gaze to watch his cock disappear and reappear within her pussy. The sight was so fucking good that he’d come in seconds. He didn’t want this to end. James wanted to leave his mark on Cora’s skin so she wouldn’t forget about him easily.

  “You like my dick in your pussy?” he asked.

  Her moan was all he got.

  Watching her tits bounce and her fuck him wasn’t how he wanted to go.

  Gripping her hips, he tossed her off his dick, forcing her to land on the sofa beside him. He’d taken her completely by surprise, yet she didn’t protest. Slamming his dick back inside her, he grunted out as her tight pussy swallowed him down. James had found fucking heaven. There was no question about it. Cora’s pussy was heaven.

  “I didn’t have you as a missionary man,” she said.

  If he was honest with himself, he hated the missionary position. He much preferred to fuck a woman without looking at her. The moment he started to fuck them while looking into their eyes, they got all weird and shit around him.

  Holding her hands above her head, he watched her giggle.

  “Oh, you’re going to hold me down, James?” she asked.

  The twinkle in her eye had him laughing. She really wasn’t like any woman he’d ever been with.

  He pulled out of her pussy only to slam back inside her. Over and over, he slammed inside her going as deep as the position would allow.

  She moaned, arching up against him, even fighting his hold on her.

  James held her down with ease, taking what he wanted, not caring if he hurt her just a little bit. A tiny bit of pain could go a long way.

  You want her to remember you.

  He didn’t even want to think about why he wanted that to happen. It didn’t make any sense to him whatsoever. He wasn’t the kind of man who wanted a woman to remember him. The last thing he wanted was to get close to a woman.

  None of those women though, had been anything like Cora. None of them ever called him out on shit.

  Last night when she’d pretty much pissed on him and Pixie, he’d been so fucking turned on. He didn’t really have much choice in following her. Pixie had lost interest in her. The moment he had to work at pussy, he lost interest. James hadn’t lost interest. He wanted her, and now that he was having her, it didn’t feel like he was ever going to want to walk away.

  Fuck, he was not going to turn into some kind of pussy, chasing after a pussy that really wasn’t his own.

  “Please, James, I need to come,” she said, moaning.

  Pushing her hands above her head, he caressed her pussy with his free hand, while still driving inside her.

  Each time he flicked her clit, she shuddered against him, whimpering. He was so close to coming himself. Her pussy started to pulse, squeezing him in little flutters as he rode her hard, forcing her to take every inch of his dick.

  She came over his cock, and James followed her, filling the condom with his cum. They both cried out their releases, and the sound echoed off the walls. The scent of sex was heavy in the air as he collapsed over her. He’d fucked a lot of women in his time, and not one of them had left him feeling like this.

  “I needed that,” she said, panting.

  “I’ve wanted that since you walked out on me last night.” He still held her captive to the sofa. James released her long enough to move off the sofa. He landed on his ass. All feeling had gone from his body. Not once had he had an orgasm that left him like that.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked, chuckling.

  “Baby, you fucking ruined me.”

  Her chuckles deepened, and something changed in James. He didn’t like it, not at all.

  “You got a bathroom somewhere?”

  “Yeah, down the corridor. Knock yourself out.”

  She closed her eyes, resting her palm against her head. He checked out her wrists to see they would bruise.

  Leaving her alone, he went to the bathroom to take care of the condom. He removed the latex, throwing it in the trash can. Washing his face, and then his dick, he dried up on a towel, taking it out with him. When he returned to the sitting room, he saw it was empty. Their clothes had been dumped on the chair opposite the sofa.

  He listened, and followed the sound of her movements.

 

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