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Happy's POV:
She twirled her tongue along my length, before taking it in her mouth again, while also making sure to look up at me just in time I opened my eyes. Looking down and seeing her lips around my dick made me even harder than I already was. She knew well what she was doing.
I grunted out of frustration, as she pulled away. Standing up, she started tugging at my kutte and all too soon I was towering over her, totally naked, while she only had her blouse unbuttoned.
"Ain't really fair," I commented looking between the two of us.
"You want fair or you want me to rock your biker-loving world?" she smirked, pushing me on the bed.
It was nothing like the bedroom shows I had with crow eaters. They would have never stood their ground the way she did and as much as I liked to be the dominating party, I couldn't help but enjoy her bossing me around a bit.
As I laid down on the bed, I eyed her with desire and curiosity. She lifted her hands to her blouse and took it off. Then she turned her back to me and slowly pushed down her jeans, along with the knickers underneath them.
She turned to face me again and took a few steps toward the bed.
As she stood there in front of me, with a devilish smile playing on her lips, she let her hand travel down her body along with my observing eyes, until it stopped to rub circles on the sensitive spot between her legs.
"I can help you with that," I held out my hand to her, unable to just watch. I needed to touch as well.
"You better," she took my hand and crawled on top of me. I could see her pussy glistening with her juices.
As she straddled my hips, I slowly let his fingers wander through her wetness. "Ready to be pleased, I see."
"Oh yeah," she arched her back at my touch. Loving the way I was hitting just the right spots.
Roughly I pulled her forward with one hand, while the other searched for a condom.
"Let me," she held out her palm.
I watched her roll it on my dick and then move herself right on top of it. As she slowly lowered her body on me, she let out a loud moan. It was music for my ears.
I grabbed a good hold of her ass, pulling her even lower. As soon as she started really moving up and down, picking up a wonderful rhythm, I got so lost in the moment that without thinking my right hand smacked her perfectly round ass.
She stopped her bouncing and before I could even say something about that, her open hand landed on my face.
For a second I actually deliberated throwing her off of me, but eventually managed to stop myself, feeling pleasure run through my body. She was not afraid of me, she should have been, but she wasn't. "Never do that again," I said in a calm tone, as I laid my hands back on her behind and pulled her down so low, that she was whimpering too much to be even capable of answering.
As I let her move up again, she seductively bend down and after nibbling on my ear for a while whispered, "no worries, ain't planning on doing anything with you ever again anyways."Not like I was planning on marring her or something, but a fuck this good I wouldn't mind repeating. But she was just making me want to fuck her into the stage of begging me for more.
With that I had turned us around, now being the one on top, "Say that to your pussy, it's already screaming for more." That said, she couldn't hold her orgasm any longer, I was pounding in her so fast, she just had to let go. As I felt the contraction around me, I was over the moon as well.
I pulled out of her and fell on my back. We were both quiet, with the only sound filling the room being our heavy breathing.
I took a long look at the naked woman lying next to me. She was something different. She wasn't just a nice face and bangable body, she was somehow different from everyone else I'd ever been with. She was intriguing. That's what she was. Intriguing.
I watched her smile with her eyes closed. "Yup, put it all in the memory-bank, won't be seeing it again," she said in a soft, but smirking voice.
With a raspy chuckle I got out of the bed to go clean myself up. As I got back, she was up too. Gathering the clothes spread out on the floor around us. She staggered a bit while straightening up and threw her stuff on my bed. I leaned against the bathroom door and watched her get dressed.
"Do you mind? It's getting a bit weird now," she said not even looking my way.
"Yeah I would mind, besides I'm still putting together that memory-bank," I answered, before seeing a small smile form on her lips.
Once she was all dressed and on her way to the door,I stepped forward to block her way. Grabbing her ass and pulling her against my naked body, I lowered my face to meet hers. She opened her mouth to let my tongue invade hers and it felt good. Every inch of her felt good against me and I was already starting to get hard again.
She must have felt it too, as she pulled her head back and looked me deep in the eyes. "We should stop, after all it was a onetime thing, which I for sure will regret tomorrow once I'm sober," she bit her lip.
"No you won't."
With a shrug she tried to turn around, but I was still holding her in place.
"I won't let you go out without you telling me your name first, it's about god damn time," my eyes dug into hers.
"You won't need it ever again, what's the point?" she tried to wiggle herself out of my embrace.
"You know mine," I responded, for sure looking like I was far from giving up.
"Yeah, but I already forgot it, so … " she smirked.
"Oh, maybe I should say it again and then make you scream it out when I take you against this door," I smirked right back at her, actually delibering on doing the thing I'd just promised.
"Fine, I'm Candy."
"No shit, but really, I ain't letting you go otherwise."
"I don't get why you need to know it, arggh fine I'm Camille, friends call me Cammie. So very nice to meet you, Happy," she patted on my shoulder with a fake smile, she was turning back to the masked person I'd met on the first night in that bar "now if you don't mind, I actually had a reason why I came here and getting shitfaced was not it, neither was fucking a biker."
With that I stepped aside, "yeah , definitely not." I wasn't going to beg. She was going to come back, begging.
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Cammie's POV:
"Good-bye, Happy," I said opening the door and turning my back to him. I was almost out the door, when a hand smacked my ass. Hell, I wanted to turn around and slap him back just like before, but that must have been his intention, so I simply ignored it and continued on my way out of there.
"Fuck, here you are,"I said, finally spotting Carrie. She was spread out on the pool table, peacefully sleeping like it was the normal thing to do in a place like that.
"Okay, let's get going," she started pulling at her limp body.
"No," Carrie mumbled through half-way closed eyes, but still got up.
"I'm god damn wasted, but I think I'm almost good enough to drive, and I don't live that far, there shouldn't be that much traffic at this time also, right?"I asked, although more from myself than from Carrie, who seemed to be on the verge of unconsciousness.
"You smell like sex," Carrie squealed with a huge grin and closed eyes.
"No I don't, let's walk now, okay," I practically carried my friend out to the car.
Somehow we eventually did get to my place. Although it took way more time than the way over there had. Probably cause I was making sure to drive slow enough to really think through each and every sign on the side of the road.
I helped Carrie onto my couch and made sure she had a bucked, just in case, as well as a bottle of water waiting for her. It was really late and I literally wanted to fall asleep on my feet.
…
The morning came with a strong headache and a bunch of memories I couldn't believe I even had. First of all I felt like puking up because of all that alcohol I had consumed, then also because I had done the exact thing I'd promised myself I'd never do again- got all too close and personal with someone from the other side of the law.
"Just a onetime thing, nothing more, there's no way I'd get a jail sentence for drinking with the Scott and sleeping with the hot and dangerous. No way.. Unless he paid me… Which he of course didn't? No-no he didn't. It was consensual. Everything is okay," I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling. Everything was going to be okay.
I got up and dragged my feet to the bathroom. One look at myself from the mirror and I felt like a failure again. Prison ink on my neck had the ability to do that. I had failed myelf and for what? Sex? A mind-blowing, toe-curling fuck? What the hell was wrong with me. Even alcohol was not enough of a factor to push all the blame on. I had wanted him. From the first time I'd laid my eyes on him at that bar. He looked like danger and danger had the way of creeping up to me, taking me, satisfying me and then letting me fall face down against the concrete floor.
"OMG, can you shut it up please, it feels like there's a metal concert going on in my head and I'm a fricking blues girl," Carrie yelled from the living room.
I got out of the bathroom to see what she was talking about. It was my phone, which I had left along with my bag on the table next to the zombie-like girl on my couch.
"Sorry," I grabbed the bag and went back to my room.
"Hi?" I answered the call, not even bothering to read first, who was calling.
"Hey Cammie, how you been?"
"Good I guess, what's up with you?" I didn't feel like making small talk, especially after I had made point to cut all ties with criminal enterprise the caller was part of, but still he was my uncle and I actually liked him.
"Not much, it's Lucius's birthday tomorrow, thought you might want to come by?"
I ould hear the carefulness in my uncle's invitation. He knew well, why I was keeping my distance from that side of the family.
"What time?" I asked. After all my nephew had no part in the criminal stuff and therefore should not have been on his list of people to avoid.
"Around five." I could hear the smile in his voice. "He'll be so happy to see you, as will I... so we'll see you then."
"Hey, Nero," I said, before he got the chance hang up.
"Yeah, sweetie?"
"Thank you for the invitation, I know I've been staying away from the family, but you know why, and I hope you also know it's nothing personal, against you I mean, it's just that I can't get messed up with that circle again."
"I know and I promise I'll make sure you won't even feel like it's a possibility."
"Thanks, see you guys tomorrow then."
"See ya!"
The hiatus is over! I'm trying something different with this story. Meaning I started it from the end and then worked on the beginning and the middle. That said I already know how many chapter there should be and then after that there's a possibility I'll continue. But first I really want to get to the 'story completed' finish line with one of my stories (meaning this one). Just to feel the accomplishment of it I guess..
So in case you have checked here in the meanwhile and noticed it was on hiatus, then know that now I'm trying to get the whole story out as quick as possible. However I have two other stories as well, so it won't be an everyday upload, but I'll give my best.
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