The Biker's Nanny

“When we’re here together, I want this woman,” he said, cupping her face, slamming his lips down on hers.

She moaned.

Moving between her thighs, he slid his cock against her pussy, pressing against her clit. Thrusting back and forth, he heard her cry out, and he moved down, poised at her entrance. He stopped the kiss so that he could stare into her eyes.

With her gaze on him, he started to push inside her. Inch by inch, he stretched her tight cunt.

She gasped, and he slammed to the hilt inside her, feeling her warm pussy squeeze him.

“Oh, fuck, Jasmine. I’m never going to want to leave.” He pulled out only to slam inside her. He did this several times as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

It would be so easy for him to come, to flood her pussy with his spunk.

He pulled out and lifted her up. Sliding his tongue across her pussy, he sucked on her clit.

She cried his name, the sound echoing around the room, and he fucking loved it.

That’s all he wanted to hear coming from her lips as he fucked her harder than he’d ever taken a woman.

She panted his name, and as she came, he licked her cream, relishing the taste of her sweetness.

Pushing his cock inside her, he started to fuck her, holding her hands above her head.

“I’m not going to last for this one, baby. Next time though, we’ll explore that dirty side of yours.”

He pushed inside her, fucking her. Looking down at where they were joined, he watched his cock, slick with her cream as he pounded away.

“Look at us, baby. Look at my cock inside you. So fucking good. You’re so perfect.” Driving inside her, he felt the first stirrings of his orgasm as it started to build.

He didn’t stop, fucking her to his release, which he thrust in deep, flooding her pussy.

Hawk didn’t give a flying fuck that he’d not worn a condom or what it could mean.

All that he cared about was how good she felt wrapped around his length.

Jasmine was perfect to him.

So beautiful.

All his.

He wanted to own and to possess every inch of her, and he had no intention of ever letting her go.

****

Jasmine stared up at the stars. She had on a robe to hide the nightshirt she’d thrown on. Everything had changed tonight.

After Hawk had come inside her, someone banged on the door, demanding his attention. She hated having to share him in that moment.

For a short time, it was like a blanket had covered them and it didn’t matter what was said or done. His touch had awakened something inside her. Something she’d been hiding for so long, even when she was married.

Sex was … boring.

She’d always found it a chore.

Closing off that need that curled inside her when her ex would screw her, she’d lie there, make all the right noises and pretend that he was the best man on earth. That’s what women did, right? They pretended everything was fine. It was part of the reason they were struggling as a couple. She couldn’t keep faking it.

The needs that were building inside her wouldn’t disappear.

She couldn’t make them close off or turn them away. She’d wanted and craved the fire, the passion, and the dirty talk that Hawk had given her a glimpse of.

It was like she’d finally found someone who got her, and she’d been unable to turn it off. The way he’d presented his cock to her mouth. The way his pre-cum slid across her tongue. There hadn’t been enough to taste him, and she’d wanted to be dirty so badly.

Staring up at the stars, she felt tears in her eyes.

For so long she’d thought she was wrong.

That she’d fucked up.

That she wanted stuff that no normal woman wanted.

What if the lie was everything she believed she was supposed to have?

This wasn’t supposed to be the way her life went.

“I’ve been looking for you,” Hawk said, drawing her attention.

Wiping the tears that had fallen onto her cheeks, she turned to look at him. “Don’t worry. I’ve still listening for Bethany. I just needed some fresh air. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything is fine.” He moved up to the bench, his hands going to her knees and sliding down beneath the robe and her nightshirt. His fingers were so close to her pussy. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Don’t tell me that. Don’t hide this shit from me, Jasmine. I’m not going back to you just being my nanny. I know too much. You’ve shown me something, and I’m not going to let you get away with that.”

“It’s stupid.”

“Nothing that you could ever want is stupid.”

“I’m not this person.”

“What person is that?” he asked.

She glanced around the back of the clubhouse and leaned close, whispering. “The kind of girl that gags on your cock or gets turned on by your talk. I’m not her.” She moaned as his fingers stopped teasing and touched her pussy while she sat there on the bench. To anyone looking, it would seem that he was touching her legs, nothing more.