I gently bit her bottom lip before pulling back slightly. “Time for your punishment,Dubheasa.”
Her eyes went huge and round. “W-what?”
“You mouthed off at me. Now you see what happens to bad girls.”
She let out a strangled scream and began to fight me. Her nails dug into my shirt, and her torso twisted to stop my hands from dragging her jacket off her shoulders. Her efforts were futile; within seconds, she stood before me with her sexy leather pants around her knees and her tiny little belly top pushed up above her breasts, along with her bra.
My mouth began to water as I studied her pert C-cup tits. Her nipples were small and pink and pebbled from the icy breeze. Honestly, I was so used to being around women who’d been enhanced that it was refreshing to see Aislynn so natural. It reminded me that she was a nice girl, and fuck me if my cock didn’t love the thought.
Still, my baby had been bad, and she needed a lesson in manners.
Her arms folded across her chest, her wide eyes filling with fear as she stared at me open-mouthed. “B-but you can’t do this.”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, brat.” My hand shot out, and I grabbed her by the nape before steering her toward my bike. She shuffled along the ground, hindered by the leather pants around her ankles, whimpering under her breath.
The sound of her terror made my cock ache with want. I shoved her against my bike and kicked her legs as far apart as I could get them before bending her over the seat of my Harley until her ass was tipped up. Then I pulled my hand back and slapped her ass cheek good and hard.
Aislynn yelped loudly.
“That’s for givin’ me lip,” I rasped.
I spanked her again in the exact same spot and grated out, “That’s for kissin’ that asshole.”
The nextthwackechoed through the alley. “That’s for not waitin’ at home for me like I told you to.”
She cried out as my palm landed again. “That’s for tryin’ to jump off my bike and almost goddamned killin’ yourself.”
I came down hard again. “And that one’s for callin’ me an asshole.”
My hand was heavy and hot. Maybe I was being cruel, but she’d gone too far with the bitchy, and she knew it.
Aislynn let out a loud yip at the next slap, and she struggled to pull her body straight. My hand pressed hard on the base of her spine, and I ordered, “Stay down, or you’ll make it worse for yourself.”
She twisted her neck and looked up at me, her eyes wet with tears and her face crimson. “Are you done yet?” she demanded, her tone thick with shock.
“Not even close,” I bit out. “Gonna tan your ass raw.” My hand came down again, but that time, after it landed, I rubbed the red, heated skin soothingly. My fingers grazed the curve of her ass, lingering on the angry red outlines of my palm prints, and I stared proudly down at my marks, admiring how beautiful they were.
Aislynn squirmed at my touch, and she let out a little moan.
My chest jerked at the sound, and my stare dropped, but that time to study the view of her peachy little ass tipped up for me, naked and flushed. Her legs shook from a mixture of anger and arousal, and even though she was too proud to admit it, I knew she got off on what I did to her.
My fingers dipped lower, curious as to what I’d find, and my lips hitched when they were met with her slick arousal.
“You’re fuckin’ soaked,” I muttered, sliding my fingers through her wetness until they hit her clit and circled it gently. “You fuckin’ love being bad for me, admit it.”
“You’re an asshole,” she snapped, then yelped again when I cracked the palm of my left hand down on her burning skin again.
“What did I tell you about callin’ me an asshole?” I rubbed the burning red skin of her ass with one hand while my fingers furiously worked her clit. “Or did you do it on purpose, brat? Did you want me to spank your sweet little ass?” I applied more pressure to her clit and marveled at how well she took it, and how her pussy got even wetter from my touch.
My dick was like a slab of damned concrete. I quickly released my fly and eased my dick out before changing the hand I was using to work Aislynn’s clit, while I used the creamy, wet which was covering my fingers to fist my cock.
Being a biker meant I only had to raise an eyebrow in a woman’s direction to get my dick sucked; moreover, being a prez meant I didn’t even have to do that. I’d grown up around the biker life, and because my dad was who he was, women constantly threw themselves at me. It meant by the time I was twenty-one, I’d lived out every dirty little fantasy I ever had. It also meant that over the years, sex had become mundane.
I fucked to let off steam more than anything. Over the years, I’d become blasé about it, so the fact that my cock was aching with need for Aislynn meant something to me.
The sound of laughter filtered down the alley as a group of girls walked by, and my cock gave a little kick at the thought of them staring into the darkness of the alley and seeing me with my woman bent over while I fisted my cock and covered her ass with ropes of my cum.
“Let me up, Pagan,” she begged breathily. “Please, someone’s going to see us.”
