Page 24 of Biker's Prisoner: Property of Bucky

“I think you were. I think you never saw a big white dick before. So you were having a look.”

“You are disgusting.”

But her gaze darts to my dick for a split second as she says it. I think if she found me disgusting, she would be screaming and scratching at me. Clawing my fucking eyes out. Not taking secret glances at my dick as it oozes with desire for her.

“You’re the one getting me hard and being dirty.”

“How am I being dirty?”

Zayna’s so on edge that she falls for my obvious bait. I knew this shit would work.

“You’re looking at my dick. Thinking about how it’s big. White. Covered in green veins.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“You’re still looking.”

I turn the shower back on. She doesn’t just look at my dick this time. I catch her getting a full view of my ass too.

“Isn’t that why you trapped me in here with your naked mole rat looking ass?”

“What’s a naked mole rat?”

“Never mind,” she mutters. “It’s just my luck you haven’t finished high school. Ironic, really.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’ll just stop talking.”

Our eyes meet.She leans against the wall, not even hiding that she’s looking at me this time. I can’t tell if she’s given up, or if she’s playing some type of game. I don’t think this Zayna woman is stupid. She’s definitely fucked up, though. I was an Army Ranger. I’ve seen lots of shit, and plenty of people who have seen hell too. They get a look to them. You can tell other people who have been through the same shit from their eyes.

No other way to explain it but we can look into each other’s souls.

Zayna crossesher arms over her chest, confirming my suspicions that she’s hiding something dark. Something that makes her stare at my dick instead of making an attempt on my life. By the end of the night, she still might try that. But not now, which is important information.

“You can talk if you want,”I tell her, stepping beneath the water and letting it run over my body. Zayna tries to stop me from hearing her breath catch as she watches me get all wet for the first time. It’s obvious now that she’s seen me naked that she shares my strange fucked up attraction but…

Unlike me, she’s in denial.

No pointin me denying a fucking thing. My dick has been rock hard from the second I took a proper look at this woman’s face.

And it’s beena long time for me.

My wife was in prison.

I never steppedout on her. Not once. I was loyal until her dying breath. But I knew once I got the first wave of bad news I would have to move on. With Zayna… it feels like it would be easy. I could lose all the bad memories by ripping every shred of clothing off this woman’s body and sliding my dick into her.

I could fuck every last ounce of the past away.

Build something with her.

It’s just a fantasy.But it’s working on me. Getting me even harder as I lather up with some of that fancy soap stuff I use to wash my hair. I can feel her eyes on me and it feels good to have somebody appreciating my body. Even if she’ll look me in the eye and lie about it.

“I have nothing to talk about,”Zayna says.

“You could tell me a story.”

She giggles.I don’t think I’ve ever heard her giggle, but that’s how I would describe her laugh. She has a tough ass personality, but that soft giggle. I told myself I wouldn’t be like the others. That there was a reason for all the shit we believe.

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