Her arms latch on to mine, holding me tightly. “They would’ve raped me?”
“They would’ve done whatever the fuck they wanted. If you’re here and not claimed, they won’t even consider it rape. They’ll look at you as club pussy, and they’ll think it’s their right to take you.”
“Club pussy?” Her question is filled with disgust, but just hearing her say that word has my dick hardening.
“Most of the women you saw in there are club pussy. They are here for the brothers to use as they see fit. They don’t get much of a choice in who or how they fuck.”
“Oh my God.” She gasps out. “Those poor girls.”
I pull up from her and look into her eyes. “No, baby. Every single one of them wants to be here. They chose this lifestyle.”
“Why would someone want that?” She asks, her question sincere.
“Some of them just like to be fucked; others like the money. When they work the club, most of the boys are generous. We don’t have to pay for club pussy, but we don’t let our girls go without.”
The anger is back when she asks, “We? You sleep with those women?”
“I did, but I won’t be anymore.” I give her a lopsided grin as I run my hand between our bodies and cup her between the legs. “I got my pussy right here.”
Not giving her time to respond, I lower my lip to hers. “And I want some of it right now.”
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Shay
I look up to him, fear still strumming through my body. “I think we should talk about this a little more.”
“We’ll talk after I fuck that sweet pussy.” His hand works between my legs causing my jeans to press into my sensitive flesh. Each press of his palm steals my breath. I’m torn between trying to pull away and working my hips into his touch.
His teeth scrape along my jaw until he reaches my lips, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. He bites down enough to make me gasp, but not enough to cause any real pain. He uses my moment of distraction to his advantage and thrusts his tongue past my lips, instantly tangling with mine. I’m quickly swept away by his fierceness until my tongue is fighting with his for dominance.
My anger fuels the feral need I have to show him I’m not some possession, but as his hand works my pussy over, the fear and anger melt away. Somewhere in the back of my mind there is still a protest; something is telling me I should stop this, but no matter what that little voice says my body knows who is in charge. It’s ready, willing, and needy for Bowie.
“Fuck, baby. I need you naked,” He says, while deftly working the button on my jeans. I sit up enough to shrug off the leather from my shoulders, his hand pushes me flat on my back again, showing that he is in control.
His lips are everywhere, my neck, the swell of my breast, his teeth sink into the softness of my stomach, pulling my t-shirt up to bare my midriff to his mouth. Then his tongue is trailing down while his hands push under my bottom, grabbing the waistband of my jeans and pulling them down my thighs. His hot mouth lowers until his breath is right against the silk of my panties.
“Damn, you smell so fuckin’ good, Shay,” He groans out, while burying his nose into the wet material. The heat of his breath surrounds my sensitive nub and my breath hitches. I’ve never felt anything like it before and I’m overwhelmed from the pleasure. His mouth is suddenly gone as he pulls my shoes from my feet, throwing them to the floor; my pants quickly follow.
Those deliciously rough hands run up my legs, completely avoiding where I need him most, stopping to pull my shirt over my head. His lips are on mine again, this kiss is gentler, but no less possessive. Cool air meets the heated skin of my breasts as my bra gets added to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. That talented tongue of his circles my nipple and it instantly pebbles into a tight pink peak. He showers the same attention to my other nipple while his fingers pinch and tug at the first.
“Ah, God, Bowie.” I moan, my hands grasping at the back of his head, then his neck as he moves back and forth between my nipples, driving me mad. I pull on his shirt and he gets what I’m trying to do. He pulls away just long enough to drag it over his head, throwing it over his shoulder. My nails score his shoulders and his hips thrust against me in reaction.
I reach between us and attempt to open his belt, but my fingers struggle in their rush to get him naked. He rises from the bed, toeing off his boots while loosening his belt and in seconds he is pushing his jeans and boxers down. His cock juts out, long and hard.
As he crawls between my legs, my eyes are drawn to the white bandage covering his wound. “We shouldn’t be doing this, you could hurt yourself.” I murmur, running my fingertips lightly below the bandage.