Marrying an Asshole (Dirty Fuckers MC 3)

Prologue

Suzy knew she should ask Pixie to stop, but she couldn’t say the words. What would be wrong with getting rid of her virginity once and for all? Pixie wasn’t the kind of guy to care that it was her first time, nor would he want her to commit to him. This wasn’t any kind of declaration or yearning for love.

Pixie, a member of the Dirty Fuckers MC, hadn’t left her alone, nor had he taken no for an answer.

“Why me?” she asked, holding her hand up as he made to grab her.

“Why not you?” He reached down, gripping her ass, and moaning as he did. “Fuck, I love your ass. I love your body. I’ve never been a guy to love bigger women, but you’re damn fine.”

His touch didn’t repulse her. Suzy wasn’t rushing to get away from him, nor did she want him to leave.

What’s the harm?

Why keep fighting?

“This doesn’t mean anything?”

“It doesn’t have to mean a damn thing.” He sank his fingers into her hair and pulled her close. Her bra-covered tits crashed against his naked chest, and she whimpered.

Gripping his shoulders, she pulled him close to her, shoving his jacket off, and tearing at the shirt covering his chest. She didn’t want anything else between them, and right now, he was wearing too many clothes.

“Where’s your room?” he asked.

She pointed behind her, and gasped as he lifted her up.

There’s no point in telling him about my little virgin problem. He won’t notice.

Suzy giggled as he dropped her to the bed. He stepped away, his hands going to the belt of his jeans.

“Take your clothes off, baby. I want you completely naked when I fuck you.”

She pushed her jogger pants down her thighs as Pixie revealed his dick. For a second she could only stare. He was huge. It wasn’t normal. Maybe she needed glasses, and it was just a trick of the light.

“Um, is that normal, or do you have a cover over it or something?”

He chuckled. “I can tell you, you’ve never had a man as big as me.”

I’ve never had a man at all.

It couldn’t be that bad.

Women did it all the time.

Sometimes it hurt, and other times it didn’t.

Flicking the catch at the back of her bra, she peeled it down her arms, and finally stood before him naked. Licking her dry lips, she smiled at him.

“I’m here.”

He stepped up to her, wrapped his arms around her back, and drew her close. “I’ve spent so many hours thinking about what I’d do to you once I got you here.”

“And now?”

“I’m going to do every single dirty thing I can in the time I’m here.”

She pressed her thighs together, feeling the heat blooming within her pussy. It was wrong of her, but she wanted him. Damn, did she want him. Months of denying herself, and she couldn’t wait another second.

Sinking her fingers into his hair, which he’d been growing out lately, she pulled him down toward her. Claiming his lips, she moaned as he plundered her mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss.

“This first time is not going to be slow. I’ve wanted you too damn long, and I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to last.” He pushed her to the bed, and she tucked some hair behind her ears as she watched him grab a condom.

It was really going to happen.

Even as she was excited about having sex for the first time, there was also a little fear.

Taking a deep breath, she moved back on the bed until she was lying against the pillows.

Pixie climbed onto the bed, spreading her thighs. He didn’t come up over her. He paused at her pussy, and she looked down in time to see him open the lips of her sex, and then swipe his tongue from her clit down.

She cried out, the pleasure going from zero to a million within a tiny second. All it had taken was the touch of his tongue, and she loved it. He didn’t stop there. He sucked, licked, and flicked at her clit, each new touch sending her hurtling even further into pleasure. She had touched herself. There was no chance in hell of her staying a virgin without touching herself. She hadn’t used dildos or vibrators as she had wanted that first time to mean something.

Right that second, she truly believed waiting for that special someone was overrated.

Pixie was showing how many women he’d been with, and also how good he’d gotten at pleasuring women.

“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he said against her pussy.

“Please, Pixie.” She didn’t have a clue what she was asking him for.

The fire burning inside her needed putting out, and the only person who could do that was the man between her thighs.

“Fuck, I want to feel you come all around my dick.”

He moved from between her thighs, and then she felt the hard press of his dick against her entrance.

“You’ve got a condom on, right? I’m not protected.” She’d always been regular with her periods, so she’d never felt the need to go on the pill. Also, no boyfriend, no sex, no risk of pregnancy or STDs, or STIs. No wonder she’d stayed a virgin for so long.

Having sex was a walking, talking disaster.

“I’ve got my dick bagged. Don’t worry. I don’t want any brats running around. That’s not the way I roll.”

“You know you’re an asshole, right?”