Owning Beauty (Taking Beauty Trilogy 3)

He groaned as he reached down to unzip my black slacks, sliding them and my lacy panties over my hips quickly, leaving me completely naked in front of him.

His jeans fell to the floor and he pushed them off just as quickly. He picked me up, setting me on the edge of the bar in front of him.

He sank to his knees, his mouth enveloping my quivering sex, and I cried out, wrapping my thighs around his head. I sighed, the pleasure washing over me as his tongue slid deliciously across my folds, sucking my clit into his mouth as everything around me disappeared and I melted into the sweet bliss of his mouth.

I rocked into him, his fingers sliding inside of me, my pussy on fire with pleasure as he fucked me harder and harder with his tongue, his fingers, his skilled mouth making me writhe beneath his touch as I crashed over the edge of desire and into pure, savage need.

“Yes,” I cried, my thighs gripping him tighter, until I was screaming uncontrollably, my body thrashing and panting below him. He rose to his feet between my thighs, quickly slipping on a condom as I caught my breath.

My warm center welcomed him eagerly as he smoothly slid inside me, his hard cock feeling like heaven inside of me. I moaned, suggestively wiggling my hips and wrapping my thighs around him, gripping onto him hard, pulling him closer, deeper.

“I hope you’re ready for this,” he growled, his large hands grasping my hips, his fingers digging into my tender flesh as he began thrusting roughly, his huge cock hammering into me hard and fast, his hips slamming into mine as he fucked into me over and over.

Ecstasy. Bliss. Pure, unadulterated, sinfully delicious, forbidden pleasure. With the first thrust, I became a slave to his touch, to his smooth, velvety shaft, his pulsing, throbbing masterpiece of masculinity, the way his hips undulated against me, the rhythm of his purposeful thrusting - he fucked with a beastly beauty that only made me want more.

“Harder, Tony,” I demanded, staring hard into his hungry blue eyes.

He growled in response, his eyes shooting savage daggers of lust straight into my belly. My pussy spasmed around his hardness, sparks of electric pleasure shooting through my limbs, as he began slamming into me so hard I felt the edge of the bar cut into the back of my thighs.

I smiled at the pain, knowing I’d be bruised and thankful for the souvenir I’d have later.

“How. Fucking. Hard. Do. You. Want. It.” He punctuated each word with a mighty thrust, the words escaping through clenched teeth.

“I want everything, Tony. I want it all,” I insisted, every inch of my flesh quivering with insatiable hunger as I slammed my hips up, meeting his hammering thrusts.

“You’re a fucking little cock hound, aren’t you, Lauren?” he asked. “You want it all, baby? Is that what you want, you little slut?”

I shuddered with pleasure at his words. I nodded, speechless, breathless. He stopped suddenly, pulling his cock out of me and grabbing my hips, turning me around until my ass was up in the air, his cock slamming into me from behind - hard, forceful, demanding.

And so fucking delicious.

I shuddered with each movement of his rock hard cock, the smooth, slickness as it slid inside of me, the sweet sensation of it sliding out, the way it pounded into me, slamming hard and fast, over and over, until I had melted onto the bar, my tits pressed into the cold smooth surface, my body a puddle of melted sensations as Tony continued to slam into me, over and over, so hard, so fast, that it all became one feeling, my body buzzing with bliss, the pain, the pleasure, me, Tony, his cock, my pussy….all of it became one, all of it became perfect.

His cock swelled and twitched inside me as a deep, guttural growl escaped from him, his cock exploding inside of me, and I spasmed around him, screaming with pleasure, our voices echoing through the empty bar.

“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling out of me. I whimpered in protest, shaking away the urge to beg him to fuck me all over again. I stood up and turned around. His lips were on mine, his chest pressing against me as he kissed me hard.

He pulled away, smiling and staring at me.

“That was…exciting,” I panted. I reached down, pulling my slacks and panties back over my hips.

“That was fucking incredible,” he replied, buttoning his jeans. I picked up my torn bra from the floor and stuffed it into my pocket before pulling my blouse closed, buttoning what buttons remained.

Once I had myself put back together, I smoothed my hair, and took a deep breath.

“So, back to what we were talking about…” I bit my lip as I watched Tony pull his shirt back over his sexy frame, part of me regretting that I’d probably never see that hard body again. It’d been a really good fuck, and I wouldn’t mind doing it another time.

He took me in his arms, his blue eyes smiling down at me, and he kissed me once more, almost gently this time.

“I don’t know a fucking thing, Lauren,” he whispered, a slow grin spreading across his face.

“What!” I cried, hitting his chest. “You fucking asshole!”

“I’ve been called worse,” he said with a shrug.

“You just fucked me!” I said as anger raced through my veins.

“I sure did, baby. And you, my dear,” he said, brushing his lips against mine again, “have an exquisitely delightful and amazingly tight pussy.”

“That’s it?” I demanded. “You’ve got no other leads for me?”

“Well, I guess there is one thing I didn’t mention. I did hear that Loprinzi and the biker were spotted down the road at Norma’s Diner this morning. But that’s it. I’m sorry,” he said, pulling me into his arms. I shouldn’t have let him, but I did. I was pissed that he’d played me so hard, that was for sure. But I’d be lying if I said another part of me didn’t want to feel his cock slamming into me again.

“You can’t blame a guy for seizing an opportunity to fuck a woman as beautiful as you, can you?” he asked, with a shameless grin. “You would have done the same thing if you were me.”

“Fuck you, Tony,” I said, as I pushed him back onto the pool table and began unbuttoning his jeans again, before climbing on top of him. “This one’s for me…”

Time to go to Norma’s, I thought, as I walked out into the parking lot, my legs still a little wobbly from fucking Tony. I looked around, watching the traffic pass by and took a deep breath.

If I was going to have any kind of a story at all, I was going to have find these two and ask them more questions. My assignment was vague…to get some back story on the bikers, and while my colleagues probably meant for me to try to interview the Iron Godz, since they were the most well-known club in the area - there was lots of research done on them already, so I was beginning to think the real story was somewhere else.

And that was where ever Gabby and her biker were.

All I had to do was find them.

I glanced back at the bar on the way to my car, my pussy still wet from the second pounding Tony had given me. Honestly, I wasn’t too disappointed he didn’t know anything. His cock was fucking grand, and I hadn’t been this satisfied in quite a long time. Sure, it’d been nice if he actually had some useful information for me, but settling for cock wasn’t a bad deal, as far as I was concerned.

I’d get my information, eventually. I just had to keep moving.

Gabby

Dante and the guys were in the kitchen arguing over what to do.

Once I saw the discussion was going in circles, I quietly backed out, leaving them alone. I motioned for Bear to join me and opened the front door to take a walk.

The afternoon sun was starting to go down, the clear blue sky pierced by the swaying trees that towered over the cabin. It was quiet, almost eerily so, with nothing but the muffled sound of the guys behind me and various songbirds breaking the silence. Bear trotted ahead of me, running around the side of the house and lifting a leg against a tree to pee. His black fur almost sparkled in the sunshine. It was beautiful, and it reminded me of being in Central Park last summer. Bella and I had gone for a picnic on her birthda

y, and her hair was flying all around her head in the breeze.

“You look like a horse with that mane!” I’d said to her. “The way the sun hits it makes it sparkle!”

She laughed and flipped it over her shoulder, doing her best to control it.

“Just call me the Italian Sparkle Pony!” she quipped as she struck a pose and we fell onto the blanket laughing. It wasn’t even funny, but we had a habit of laughing at even the dumbest jokes from each other. We were tight like that.

Fuck, I thought, I miss her. I wondered if my dad had gotten to her yet. I was sure she’d be the first person he would talk to.

We’d been friends since third grade and inseparable ever since she saved me from getting beaten up by Alfredo Luna in the fourth. His unprovoked assaults had escalated from pinching my arm to pulling my hair and by the time he’d decided pushing me down on the playground was the best way to express his affection for me, Bella stepped up and slammed the heel of her brand new pink cowboy boot right on his toe.

I declared her my best friend then, and her loyalty had never wavered.

Now, I felt bad for not telling her that I’d planned to go to Otto’s. But at this point, it didn’t matter. I just hoped my dad wasn’t grilling her too hard, because she didn’t know anything more than what was on the news.

I went to Otto’s.

There was a fight.