My Bad Boy Biker(2)

He saw when she gave in. She glanced toward the bar and then the exits.

"Let's go," she pulled on his hands as she stood.

His night was looking up.





Chapter Two





Mandy  glanced over at Dan and couldn't believe what she was doing. "You want  me to get on your bike?" Why had she agreed to spend the night with him?  Agreed to do something outrageous and completely out of character with a  total stranger. She wasn't this woman.

Accepting to go home with  him was quite possibly the stupidest decision she'd ever made. Why  then, wasn't she turning away and going back inside to call a cab?

Hormones.  That's what it was. She finally wanted to live life to the fullest and  experience some heart-stoppingly hot sex while she was at it. A bad boy  biker should be able to meet all of her expectations.

She hoped  so. The only experience she'd gained while losing her virginity to Ned  in the back of his truck on prom night was quite a bit of pain, some  panting, and then it was over. Terrible on all points and even worse,  Ned had thought he was some rock star in bed. She'd told him to fuck  off.

"Yes, baby. Are you scared?"

Mandy came out of her negative thoughts as Dan handed her a helmet.

"I  thought this was living dangerously?" She took the helmet and put it  over her head. She felt like the most unattractive female ever.

"We  can live dangerously but the point is in living through it." He tapped  her on the head and pulled his own helmet on before straddling the heavy  bike between his impressive thighs. "Get on, gorgeous."


Mandy  stared back at the bar and knew in her heart the moment she got on the  bike, she'd made the most reckless decision of her life. There would be  no going back, and her only option would be to move forward.

Closing her eyes and sending a little prayer to whoever wanted to answer her, she grabbed his shoulder and swung her leg round.

"You've  got to hold on to me," he placed her hands around his middle and  secured her. Her pussy was pressed against his back and her skirt rode  up, exposing a length of thigh.

Her heart was racing and her  pussy creaming. Never in her life had she risked anything quite so  dangerous. Dan revved the bike, and she felt the vibration through her  body.

"Hold on tight," he warned and sped off.

She  couldn't contain a squeal of excitement as the rush ran through her.  Holding on to him was easy. All she wanted to do was pull off her helmet  and have the wind blowing through her hair.

Laughing and smiling, she embarked on the new adventure, feeling crazy at what she was doing.

"Do you like?" she heard him shout.

"Yes," she said with enough volume for him to hear.

The  feel of the wind against her face gave her a sense of freedom she  hadn't known in a long time. Her legs were on either side of Dan, and  she liked how powerful he was. Strength seemed to radiate off him in  waves, along her thighs and to her pussy. The drive didn't last as long  as she wanted. Too soon, he was pulling up at an apartment building just  outside of town. Dan pulled into a parking bay and shut off the engine.







"Time to get off, gorgeous."

Her heart pounded as she thought about what could happen upstairs.

Mandy  pulled the helmet off, handed it to him, and climbed off the bike. Her  legs weren't used to being in the same position for any length of time,  and she braced herself on the nearest post.

"You've got to get used to the machine. Aren't your legs used to being open?" he teased.

She  shot him a glare, and he shut up. Mandy watched him settle the bike.  The muscles in his arms got bigger as he moved the bike without any  trouble and put it away. A length of his hair fell into his eyes, but he  left it. She wanted to reach out and push the strand of hair back. When  he finished, he turned back to her. He took her hand and led her to the  nearest elevator.

In no time at all, she was stood inside his  apartment and the sound of his closing and locking the door echoed off  the walls. She rubbed her arms. What the hell she was doing?

Mandy  glanced around his small apartment. Nothing striking stood out, and she  was shocked by how clean it was. The walls were a cream colour, which  helped with the lighting of the room. She saw the living area with a  small sofa and a chair in front of a large television.

"Welcome to my place," he said. Dan took off his jacket, and the muscles in his arms bulged.

"It's a nice place."

"Not what you expected from a bad boy?" The deep sound of his voice sent shock waves of pleasure to her pussy.

Mandy stared at him.

"I saw you talking to Bill the barman. He doesn't like me all that much."

"You cause trouble," she said.

"I don't go out looking for it. Trouble has a tendency to find me. Take off your shirt."

Had she heard him properly? "What?"

"You heard me. Take off your shirt," he said as took a step closer to her.

"Here?"

"No  one else is in my apartment and if they are, they better get the fuck  out now. I want you out of your shirt." He gave her a smile that had her  heart pounding.


Mandy couldn't keep up with his attitude.  Did other women just take their clothes off and go at it with him like  rabbits? She really was out of her depth.

"I think I should go."

"Do you want to go?" he asked.

She  paused and thought about his question. Leaving would mean she wouldn't  be acting impulsive. By not being impulsive, she wouldn't be having sex  and tonight she wanted to have sex with Dan. For once, after five years  with her awful, fucked-up ex-boss-knowing tomorrow she'd have to start  looking for work-she wanted one night where she wasn't Mandy Straus, the  innocent good girl. The doormat.

No, tonight she wanted to  fuck-not make love-with a stranger. Dan wouldn't be in her life forever.  The night was about loveless sex. No one would know, and tomorrow  morning she could be out of there before he knew it.

"No. I don't want to go."

"Take your shirt off." His gaze fell to her breasts, encouraging her.

Taking  a breath she began to unbutton her shirt. The conservative white blouse  had been perfect when she'd been at work, but now her fingers shook,  and she struggled to concentrate on the buttons.

"Let me help."  Dan took hold of the opening and ripped the fabric apart. Buttons flew  in every direction. He yanked the last little bit off her arms.

"What  are you do-" She didn't get to finish what she was about to say. He  fisted her hair, tilted her head back, and claimed her lips.

Mandy  fought for a second and then gasped as he moved his other hand down her  body and pressed against her mound through the loose skirt she wore.

Dan  took full advantage, plunging his tongue between her lips. She  responded. Pressing her body against his and moaning her surrender. She  ignored the small voice inside her head to run as far as she could from  this dangerous man. For once, she wanted to do something so outrageous.  She wrapped her arms around his neck and she held on as he took  possession of her mouth and made it his.

"You taste like vodka," he whispered as he pulled away.

"Bill won't give me full shots." Her speech sounded breathy and out of control.







"He better not be charging you full price."

"He isn't."

"You're one sexy woman." Dan pushed her skirt to the floor, "Anyone ever tell you that?"

She shook her head. Her boss didn't count. He was a letch and married, the bastard.

"I'm telling you now. You're fucking hot." Dan pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped his jeans to the floor.

"Shouldn't we talk or something first?" she asked.

Holy shit, he's got an anaconda in his jeans. Fucking hell. Is it possible to be that big without surgery?

Mandy knew she was staring and watched as he fisted the large shaft. The tip glistened in the light.

"I take it you like what you see?"

"You're very big."

He chuckled and she was amazed with how at ease he was with his own body.

"Thank  you." He walked toward her and she couldn't help taking a step back.  "So what do you want to talk about? I don't feel like talking, Mandy. I  want to fuck you."

She frowned. How did he know her name? She didn't recall telling him.

This  is your last chance, Mandy. Get a grip and make a choice. Either get  your clothes on and walk out the door and never experience that cock  inside you, or grow a pair and follow him to the bedroom. Have a steamy  night of sex and leave feeling more like a woman than you ever have  before. In the last hour alone, he's made you feel more like a woman  with his demands than any other man throughout the whole of your life.


Dan held his hand out and slowly. Weighing up her options, she placed her hand inside his.





Chapter Three



Dan  saw how skittish she was. He wasn't surprised. Her family had been one  strict household in which to grow up. It's why her brother loved causing  trouble. For a second, Dan wondered how she'd react if he pinned her  against the wall and drove into her pussy in his sitting room.