“Things, by which you mean me? I’m not the one stealing Fang, I’m not…” The anger rushed up again, and leaping from her chair, she leant over the desk, giving me a clear view down the front of her dress. I didn’t even try to hide the fact I was looking. I just took in the sight of creamy full breasts.
“Fuck you, Fang. He is not working inmybar. Sylvia said he has just come out of prison. And you expect me to what? Trust him?”
“He went to prison for the club, not for stealing from us. But no, Gypsy, I don’t expect you to trust him. You can judge him on his merits when you meet him. What I do expect is for you to do as you are damn well told.”
“As I’m damn well told? Fuck you, Fang. This partnership is over. Expect to hear from my lawyer.” She headed towards the door, the soft gauzy skirts of her dress swaying with her anger.
I caught her before she got the door fully open, and slammed it shut.
“You need to watch your mouth when you’re talking to me, Gypsy, I mean it. You are getting on my last nerve.” I kept my hand on the door.
“Or what, Fang? You gonna run me out of town? Get your goon squad to...”
“Goon squad? Jesus, Gypsy, you are the most infuriating woman I have ever met.”
“Then let me run the bar my way. I can make you a lot of money and that is why I’m here, right? To make…”
“Shut up.” The word came out tortured. She was too close. The scent of her body lotion filled my nostrils, and I couldn’t resist sucking in more. I needed more. Why the hell did she have to go around smelling like warm apple pie when she looked the way she did?
“Who the fuck do you think you are talking to?”
Her words were shrill and I did the only thing I could think of.
My lips crashed down on hers, hungry and insistent. Silencing her.
She pulled back the moment my tongue touched hers, her breathing ragged. Pulling back her hand, she slapped me across the face, and I let her.
“You have no right to kiss me, no damn right!” Something shifted in her look. Her chest heaved, her hardening nipples under the thin material of her dress brushing against my chest.
I kissed her again. Harder this time. There was no hesitation as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
We came together hard. My body slammed us both against the wood of the door as I plundered her mouth with mine. One hand I kept on her face, keeping her exactly where I wanted her to be, the other hooked her leg over my hip. Drawing up her skirt so I could touch the smooth skin of her thigh, I kneaded it with my hands as I rocked into her.
She was small, and I had to bend my knees to push my throbbing cock, trapped behind the denim of my jeans, against her core.
She cried out against my lips, making my cock stand to attention.
This was what we both needed. All the bickering and hatred was always going to lead us to this. To Gypsy panting into my mouth as I freed myself from the confines of my jeans.
“You are a damn mouthy bitch. You know that right?” Nipping at her bottom lip, I drew it into my mouth, sucking on it hard. “I don’t like mouthy bitches in my clubhouse, Gypsy.” Even as I spoke, I lifted her into my arms. My mouth was hungry on hers as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
“I fucking hate you as well.” She whimpered when my cock head brushed against the thin cotton of her panties.
“Sure you do.” Fingers trembling, I yanked aside her panties, almost blowing my load when I felt her wetness against my skin for the first time.
Gypsy could say what she wanted. She might even believe that she hated me, but she couldn't deny that she wanted me just as much.
“All this for me?” I slid my dick against her lips, letting her arousal coat me. “You’re fucking dripping for me girl, dripping and. Argh!”
Gypsy bit down on my shoulder, her sharp little teeth all the encouragement I needed.
“Stop, fucking, talking,” she gritted out.
Hiding my grin, I pulled her head back up. “Eyes on me when I fuck you, Gypsy. I want to see your face when I make you cum.” I slammed into her then, pushing myself inside her body in one smooth thrust.
Her eyes rolled back in her head. The hands on my shoulders became claw-like
“Fuck, you feel like heaven.” Rocking backwards, I did it again. “Fucking perfection.”
