Axe’s Fall(4)

Fucking women was as much a part of Axe as breathing was. His first fuck had been in the woods behind the trailer park when he was fourteen. Sadie had a reputation for being easy, and she was three years older than Axe, but she took him by the hand one late, summer afternoon and showed him what to do to a woman. After that, he was hooked. He fucked his way through half of the girls in his high school then proceeded to do the same in community college.

Since joining the Insurgents, he’d come to love easy pussy from the club whores and hoodrats whenever he was horny, which was most of the time. Axe didn’t want the drama dating involved, or the constraints of being tied down to one woman, so he fucked them and walked away. He always made sure he left the woman purring, though, and he’d never had any complaints.

The woman who made his dick throb intrigued him. She wasn’t like the club whores or hoodrats. Something about the way her body was covered up by her sexy dress made him hornier than he’d been in a long time.

The music started, bringing Axe out of his daydreaming. He hated dancing, but he’d make an exception and ask her—at least he’d be able to hold her. Before he could scoot his chair back, however, a lanky man in his early thirties approached her and whispered something in her ear. She laughed, placing a small hand on his. Axe growled. What a flirty bitch. She checks me out all through dinner, and now she’s making a play for this nerd? Fuck that.

She stood up, and the wedding guest led her out to the dance floor. She was tall, her four-inch heels adding even more height. Axe wanted to feel her heels digging into his ass as he banged her hard against the wall. Why didn’t he forget about her and pick another woman? Several had been giving him the once-over, and he still had the giggling threesome from earlier in the evening. Axe liked fucking two and three women at once, and he knew the airheads would be more than willing, but he wasn’t interested. All he wanted was to screw the woman who moved so seductively on the dance floor.

He watched as they danced. The nerdy guy kept trying to look down her dress, and the way he pressed her in to him told Axe that he wanted to feel her tits against him. Axe couldn’t blame him for wanting that, but he wasn’t going to let it happen. The jerk’s dick was probably semi-hard. And why was she allowing him to hold her like that? Fuck, she’s so close to this guy, they’d need a crowbar to pry them apart. Axe was going to stop it. Immediately. He sauntered over, making a bee line for the couple.

“I’m cutting in,” Axe stated, his eyes focused on her mouth.

“Well, I—” the man began, then stopped when Axe’s death stare froze him. Her dance partner dropped her hand and backed up, allowing Axe to take over.

Her hand was silky, and he curled his arm around her waist, tugging her closer to him until her tits were pressed against his hard chest.

“Are you always this pushy?” she asked in a soft, lilting voice which skimmed over him, hitting him right in his cock.

“Only when I want something.”

Her eyes widened. “What do you want?”

“You.”

The woman’s lips parted, and Axe wanted to slip his tongue inside her warm mouth.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. We can play it like you don’t know what I’m talking about and I’ll keep feeding you lines, or we can be honest. I want you, and you want me.” Axe placed his fingers against her lips. “Don’t deny it. You’ve been eye-fucking me since you sat down at the table.”

She gasped. “What kind of woman do you think I am?”

Axe leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I don’t know, but I’m aiming to find out.” When he took her earlobe gently between his teeth for a second, he felt her shiver.

“You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure you’re gonna be screaming and begging me for more after I’m finished with you.”

The woman cocked her head, scrutinizing his face. It was as if she were battling with some internal voice. Axe knew she was intrigued, but she was fighting with her goody-two-shoes persona. He hoped like hell her naughty girl beat the shit out of the good girl so he could have some fun.

“I don’t do this sort of thing,” she said softly against his ear, her breath tickling his neck. She was too sexy.

“I’m not judging you, sweetheart.”

“If—and I’m not sure I’m going to do this—but if I decide to throw caution to the wind, this will be a one-night stand only. No names, no phone numbers, no personal information at all. Okay?”

Axe kissed her neck, murmuring, “You’re my kind of woman. Nothing but a good time. No strings attached. I’m totally on board.”