The Biker's Nanny

“It was, and now it’s an ‘our night.’” He ran his hands down her body, cupping her generous ass. “And I intend to make sure that the only thing you remember about this night is me.”

“Well, you’ve got a lot to do, because I’ve only been drinking tonic water. I’m perfectly aware of everything.”

“How about we skip this part and head home? I can show you a good time in my bedroom.”

She chuckled. “I’d love to, but I can’t. I’m the designated driver, and I’m not going to let my girls down. They wanted to come out tonight, and no men should be allowed.” She cupped his face, and he tilted her head back, taking possession of her lips. Sliding his leg between hers, he drew it up so that she was dancing across his leg.

Jasmine pulled back from the kiss, but he saw the hunger in her eyes. She wanted him.

“You don’t want to continue fucking my leg?”

“Hawk, please.”

“Please, what? Fuck you?”

“I want you.”

But she also wanted to stay to help. He got it, and he fucking admired it. She wasn’t willing to leave the women here, and for that, he fucking adored her.

With his fingers wrapped around her wrist, he didn’t care who saw them. Leaving the bar, he rounded the building and pressed her up against the brick. Taking her hands in his, he held them above her head.

“Now you’re completely at my mercy.”

He pressed his cock against her, and she moaned.

Sliding a hand beneath her dress, he cupped her pussy through the fabric, feeling just how wet she was. She soaked his fingers from the first touch.

Tearing her panties from her body, he pushed her dress up to her waist. He released her hands to lift her up.

“Take my cock out.” He had his woman in his hands. She loosened his belt and pulled out his cock. He released a hiss as the pleasure was intense. “Put me inside you, babe. I can’t wait another second.”

She placed the tip of his cock against her clit and slowly eased down until he filled her pussy. They both cried out as he filled her inch by inch. Holding onto her waist, he slammed her down on his cock until he was at the hilt. Her hands went to his shoulders, and against the wall, she started to work his cock as he held her in place, moving his dick inside her at the same time.

The music was dull, and all he could hear was their heavy breathing.

Over and over again, he fucked her, making her his, taking what belonged to him, and she did belong. This woman was all his, and he was never letting her go, not ever.

Jasmine was a fucking treasure and only a blind asshole couldn’t see it.

Pounding inside her, they both cried out as he flooded her pussy with his release. They were both panting, and he let go of her ass, holding her against the wall as he sank his fingers into her hair, pulling her down for a kiss.

This woman had ruined him for anyone else.

****

Jasmine dropped off the last of the old ladies and instead of driving to the clubhouse, she went home. Those were Hawk’s instructions. He’d already gotten someone to take care of Bethany, and even though she felt guilty for leaving the young girl, she wanted the time with Hawk.

Soon reality would come crashing down around her, and she wouldn’t have any excuse for spending time with him. The agency would find out, and then she’d be off their books for good.

Part of her was afraid of that.

Pulling up onto the drive, she climbed out and made her way inside.

She went straight upstairs to their bedroom.

Hawk wouldn’t let her sleep anywhere but in his bed.

Everything was moving so fast and yet not fast enough.

They fucked all the time, but that wasn’t it. They talked all the time about everything and nothing. There were moments where she found herself thinking about him coming back bloody with that look in his eye, but she must have been dropped as a baby or something because it didn’t last very long and then she was thinking about the future with him, about what it could mean.

Could she be his old lady?

Taking care of Bethany?

She loved that little girl so much.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, she removed her shoes and took off her dress. She heard the door open and close, and she waited with bated breath for him to arrive.

Completely naked, she sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spread, sitting back on her hands, waiting for him. This was how he wanted her to wait.

She was all his to do with as he pleased.

When he rounded the corner and he stood in the doorway, her pussy tightened. He wore his leather cut. His hair was wild as she’d run her fingers through it many times on the dance floor. After they fucked against the wall, they’d gone back inside and danced until it was time to leave.