moving at speeds that rivaled
even Charlie. Harder and harder he pounded me, as white-hot pleasure coursed
through my body.
I
could hear his groans less measured as I realized he too was close to losing
control. I screamed as my orgasm suddenly peaked, making my whole body shake
with pleasure. I felt a white hot jet of liquid seep into my pussy as he came
into me, still thrusting. When all of his juices were released, I let myself
collapse on the floor as he pulled out of me.
“That
was fucking amazing, Jax .” I said in a voice I barely
recognized as my own.
He
nodded and chuckled.
“Yeah. It was.”
“Maybe
when this mess is all over, I could have Charlie and you at the same time?”
asked I suddenly, the idea forming quickly in my head.
“It
wouldn’t be the first time me and Charlie have shared a girl. If he would do
it, I definitely would.”
I
smiled. Even though another gang wanted me for their own, I knew I could count on Jax to help me. And maybe
when this was over, I could have a chance at the best three-way of my life.
“So,
think you can you go another round now?” I asked, challenging him.
He
grinned and led me towards the bedroom.
“Of
course.”
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Rough With Me
By Sasha Devine
It
was my first day of work and I was nervous as hell. I was going in as a virgin.
I’d tried to take the American Pie route and lose my virginity before ending
high school, but that didn’t work out. None of the guys I tried to fuck were
able to turn me on at all.
I
hoped in Texas it would be easier to find guys that were more my taste. You
know those people who can only get turned on by whipped cream or hairy feet?
Well I can only get turned on by hot, burly white guys. Guys
with tattoos or huge muscles. I figured that in Texas, there would be a
ton of those kinds of guys.
I
was nervous though. I had moved all the way from New York and would now be
working as a bartender. Moving to a new state is supposed to be a time for
adventures and really finding out who you are. Why was I so nervous? I thought
I was pretty good looking (even though I was a little curvy) and I definitely
didn’t get embarrassed often.
I
guess I just didn’t know how many guys were out there. What if all those
stereotypes weren’t true? What if there were no bikers or cowboys or anything
and it was just a bunch of pussies?
I
just wanted someone mature, a real man. I didn’t just want some inexperienced
college stoner who didn’t know where to stick his cock. No, I wanted someone
with experience. A man who wouldn’t be afraid to get naughty with me, who
wouldn’t mind being rough.
I
sighed, pulled on a tight pair of jeans and a low-cut top and went out the
door. This week was also my first real experience living alone. It was kind of
weird living alone, but I was glad my mom wouldn’t be there to bother me if I
decided to bring a guy home.
I
got into my car and pulled out of the driveway, thinking about how this first
day was going to go. Would I get there on time? Would I meet any hot guys?
When
I stepped behind the bar my eyes instantly traveled around, searching for a hot
guy. It didn’t take long before I found what I was looking for. Sitting at a
table in the back of the room was a tanned, gorgeous, burly looking guy. He had
handsome, dark brown hair with muscles I could see from across the room. I knew
immediately I was entranced with him. He seemed to give off an aura of pure
sex.
I
soon found myself in my own world, slowly slipping away. I saw myself taking
his pants off as he massaged my pussy furiously, making me sopping wet. I saw
myself taking out his big cock and sucking him dry as he groaned, pushing my
head onto him. I thought of how fucking great it would feel to get fucked by a
real man, really punished.
Suddenly
I was jolted back into reality as I felt