Page 44 of Biker's Collar: Property of Scrap

“So? Doesn’t change my need.”

“Why are you so damn angry? I’m just a Vegas hooker,” she says with a strangely terrified and trembling voice. Why the fuck is she so afraid of me? Her fear gets my dick hard as much as it gets me angry. I hate how she acts like she has no feelings for me. I fucking hate it.

I take a step closer to Vickie. It’s easy to maneuver her around my bedroom. I imagined doing this a hundred fucking times lying in this bed. I thought about driving back to Vegas. I thought about gambling my bike away to get the money for a private investigator to hunt this woman down. I thought about hiring Tamiya with her private investigation skills to track this woman down.

She pisses me off acting likenothingcould drive me to act that way. It has to be chemistry. It has to be the thread of fate connecting us together. Why the fuck else would she have come back to me?

“You know that’s not what went on between us.”

“It is,” she insists. Her body language tightens up as she pulls herself further away from me. I’m tired of this. I have her physically under my control, but it’s not enough. Vickie focuses so thoroughly on backing away from me that she doesn’t realize I have her pressed against a wall.

Once her back thuds against the wall, Vickie’s face shifts to anger with the realization that I have her trapped.

“This is why I have to treat you like this,” I explain to her as my hands reach around Vickie’s throat. I don’t squeeze yet, but I match the leather necklace’s tightness and use my hips to push Vickie against the wall.

“It would be so simple if you just admitted your feelings for me,” I whisper. “ But even after nearly sacrificing yourself for me tonight, you deny it.”

“I did that because there was a child in danger.”

“You are so full of it,” I whisper. “You want me. And I’ll prove it tonight by sliding my dick inside you without a single second of foreplay.”

Her terror means she’s paying attention – finally giving me what the fuck I want. Her dark brown eyes remain harsh with Vickie’s pure hatred for me. I don’t let her hatred fool me. I know I’m right. Instinctively, I sense this woman’s wetness. With my hands around her neck, it’s hard to resist all my urges to further extend my control over her.

“Get on the bed or I’ll drag you there.”

I test her obedience, removing my hands from her neck and taking a step back to see what Vickie will do. She walks over to my bed and stands next to it, facing me like she isn’t afraid. But she must be afraid.

“Turn around and bend over,” I command.

“I hate you,” Vickie says. The venom in her voice hits my veins like a fucking drug. Her anger is so much better than her disinterest because it requires Vickie’s complete attention.

I mean it when I reply to her firmly, “I don’t care.”

Vickie’s hatred won’t change the fact that I’m right. Her pussy will be completely wet when I take her clothes off. No foreplay required.

Vickie bends over and I nearly cum in my pants just from looking at her ass. I don’t hesitate to strip her clothes and underwear off. Getting my own clothes off takes more mental effort because once I have Vickie naked, I am fucking hooked on staring at her body. Her ass has been my obsession from day one.

I’m tempted to spread her open and look at her pussy lips but… I need to test my theory. Stroking Vickie’s soft, bubbly ass cheeks, I unzip my pants and take my dick out. She senses the presence of my dick. Vickie’s body tightens up and tenses.

Pressing the head of my dick against her entrance, a jolt of excitement shoots straight through me. Vickie’s soft, dark brown outer lips are exactly as I suspected.

Wet.

Soaking wet.

Despite her protests. Despite her alleged hatred of me.

Vickie’s pussy drips for me. I shove my cock an inch inside her, testing Vickie’s lubrication and finding her not just wet, but so goddamn tight I want to cum inside her instantly. I grip the sides of Vickie’s firm ass and bury the rest of my dick inside her dripping pussy.

She bounces back to meet my initial thrust, fighting her own desires to push me away. Her back arches and the angle causes her pussy to tighten around my dick like a vice at this particularangle. I grip Vickie’s ass cheeks tighter and hold back a groan as I slowly withdraw my dick and then bury myself inside her even deeper than before. The wet, sloppy sounds of my dick entering Vickie again nearly draw my first climax out of me.

I want to make her cum before I take my pleasure from Vickie’s pussy. The most memorable I ever had. There are big wins I have forgotten to hold onto the memory of that night with Vickie in Vegas. This woman who doesn’t even give a crap about me. My dick throbs with impatience as my heart rushes me forward recklessly.

There could be consequences to allowing my rage and emotions to take over, but I crave the intensity burning between us. I am just as impossible as Vickie.

I want to leave this stubborn, infuriating woman with evidence that she wants me. Not just my cum in her pussy, but her untamed arousal.

Thrusting deep inside Vickie again, I reach around to touch her clit. Contact from my finger nearly makes her explode like a ripe peach.

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