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can explain,” he whispers, and I watch as his tongue dips out to lick his bottom lip before he says, “I’ve been very bad.” You have got to be kidding. “Bunky…”
“You don’t fuck with a man’s bike.” That’s the number one rule. The most sacred of them all.
before rocking his hips into me like some sex fiend. “Punish me then,” he begs. I clench my teeth, gripping his hair harder, wanting him to see how serious I am, but it doesn’t have the desired response. He just moans again, his eyes fluttering closed as he relaxes in my hold like he’s being taken to his very own nirvana.
“You need to start speakin’,” I bite out through my teeth. “I want to know what you were doin’.”
“Whaley.” The breathy whisper causes goose bumps to break across my skin. It’s some fucked-up type of call, like his demon is reaching through Bunky’s body to try and talk to mine. “Tell me now!”
“I want to know what the hell you were thinkin’.”
“Whaley...” He says my name again but this time it’s different, more like his old self. His teasing undertone has me ready to burn the whole shop down with both of us inside. “This is not the time for your games. Do you realize how serious this is?” I nod my head to the side, motioning toward my Harley. “This crosses the line.” “You care about your bike more than me?”
“Are you listenin’ to me at all? Is somethin’ not clickin?”
“You fucked up! What would’ve happened had I driven away? Broke down in the middle of nowhere? What if I had gotten in an accident? I could have fuckin’ died!”
“No—” “Is that what you want? You mad at me for not comin’ back to fuck you?” “Whaley—” “That’s it, huh?” I
“You wanna hurt me?” He’s shaking his head and looking at me with wide, sad eyes. “No, I would never—” “Don’t you fuckin’ lie,”
“Whaley, I’d never do that to you. I’d never—” “Then what else is it? You actin’ out?” I practically snarl. “No, I’m—”
“I want to fuckin’ hurt you!” His glazed eyes still have that worry lingering but it’s fading, replaced with raw desire. “Please.”
With my nostrils flaring and my blood roaring, I spin us around and bend him roughly over the back of my bike. I reach over and tear at his fly, cursing when I’m met with an array of zippers and buttons. Fucking complicated-ass jeans. I don’t have time for this.
shoulder, eyes flickering with aroused fear as I pull out my knife. “Whaley…” “Shut the hell up,” I growl as I cut his pants straight down the seam of his ass. I toss the knife behind me so I can pull apart his torn jeans, exposing those perfect round globes as I fish out my cock.
Bunky squirms, rubbing himself against my crotch as he reaches into his pocket, bringing out a small packet. He waves it at me with an impish smirk. Of course. Should have known the little shit would be carrying lube around. It’s like he was expecting this, maybe not now, but he w...
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“You like tortur...
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“Little fuckin’ shit. You think you can get whatever the fuck you want.” “You’re here, ain’t you?” He
“Punish me, Whaley. Do it.” “I’m gonna do more than punish you,” I hiss, shoving my fingers inside him without care. I don’t have the patience for proper prep, and knowing the kinky little fucker, he doesn’t either.
So I only stretch him out as much as my two fingers allow, scissoring them enough that he won't tear. “Gonna fucking obliterate you.” “Yes,” he moans, throwing his head back when I unintentionally graze his prostate. “Oh my fuck. Yes.” Enough of that.
line my cock up with his hole. I don’t press gently, don't let him adjust—I’m too consumed with irritation and anger for that—I just plunge in all at once, rocking my bike and Bunky forward with my thrust. I start with a brutal pace, fucking him roughly and thoroughly, mesmerized by the way my cock stretches him so fucking good. Right now, despite logic and reasoning, I feel like an...
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growl into his neck, grazing my teeth against his sensitive pulse before biting hard, causing him to cry out in a beautiful mix of pain and pleasure. He wanted this. He wants me to hurt him, to own him.
“You satisfied?” I seethe, reaching a hand around to wrap around his throat and squeeze. “You were bein’ a brat. You wanted my attention. Well, you fuckin’ got it. How does it feel?” “Feels incredible,” he whines, gripping the bike for dear life. “Should fuck with your bike more often.”
“You fuck with my bike again, you’re goin’ over my knee until your ass is blistered and raw.” “You think that’s a deterrent?” He chuckles, the sound tapering off into a long groan.
“You’re so perfect, Bunk. Takin’ my cock like a champ. God, your ass was made for me, wasn’t it?” “All for you,” he agrees, words coming out slurred. “It’s your hole, Whaley. It belongs to you. No one else.” That’s right. Only mine. “Wanna fill you with my cum,”
“Gonna mark that ass. Should fuckin’ bite it.” “P–Please… Whaley… Yes! I can’t… I’m gonna—”
With a roar so loud and one brutal slap to his ass, I fill him. There’s so much cum that it drips out of his abused hole, soiling his already ruined jeans.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, groaning as he tries to stand, but ultimately, he gives up and flops forward onto the bike. “You fucked me so good. Gimme five minutes and we’ll go again.”
“You need to go home, Bunk,”
“But—” “No,” I say, firmly but not filled with rage. I’m resigned because if this keeps happening, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. Bunky looks at me, but I don’t wait to see what he’s going to say. Anymore from him, and I’ll give in completely.
Jesus Christ, I want to tug on it. I put on my best hip sway as I approach him, subtly checking my breath to make sure the fast food I ate didn’t linger, but I stop in my tracks when he turns to a customer. I frown, about to turn around and come back later to bug him, but when that bitch puts her hand on his arm and Whaley looks down at it and smiles…
“What the hell!” I screech, causing both of them to whip their heads in my direction. I don’t even care that some of the older members are looking at me like I’m insane. I’m bloodthirsty now and ready to fucking slit that woman’s throat. “Are you kiddin’ me?!”
“Let me go!” I shout, kicking and screaming as he drags me into his office. “Let me at her.”
“Bunky, you need to calm down,” he demands, letting me go so abruptly that I stumble into his desk. “I can’t believe you,” I spit out, my hands ball into fists at my sides, torn between fury and pain. “How could you?”
“What are you goin’ on about?” “You fucked me, but now you’re gonna fuck her?” I argue, angry...
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“How the hell did you get to that conclusion? I ain’t gonna fuck her and you can’...
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“I’ll act however...
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Whaley is mine. “Bunk!” Whaley’s voice booms and he grabs me before I can toss his desk chair. “Stop it!”
“I’m gonna kill her!” He narrows his eyes, holding on to my flailing form. “You ain’t gonna do shit. You’re actin’ like…” “Like what?” “Like a fuckin’ psycho!”
Something that looks a lot like regret flickers across his face. “Shit, Bunk, I didn’t—”
“Say it again.” When he stays silent, I push his chest. “Again!” “No.” He shakes his head, eyes full of guilt and remorse, and normally that’d make me fold, but not now. Not when he just broke something inside me. “I got caught up—” “But I am a psycho,”
“Tell me again. Say it like you fuck...
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“Say somethin’,” I shout, thrashing in his arms as he tries to hold me in place.
he reaches for my wrists and wraps his hands around them. He presses his forehead against mine, and I can feel the deep, heavy puffs of breath he lets out against my lips. I’m still fighting against him, but his hold is too tight. “You’re— Fuck, Bunk. You’re my little psycho.” I freeze, blinking at him as my brain resets. My little psycho.
“What are you doin’?” “Wanna please you,” I mumble, batting his hand away, trying once more to no avail. My eyes shoot to his, rejection settling in my gut like a brick. “You don’t want me?” “Not like this.” His fingers graze my cheek, featherlight and strangely gentle. “You’re cryin’.”
“It’s nothin’.” “Bunky…” He sighs, leaning forward to help me stand, despite my protests. “I made you cry, and I shouldn’t have.”
“You like my tears.”
“I don’t want your tears like that, Bunk. I don’t ever want to hurt you in that way.”
“Whaley—” “No.” He shakes his head, sadness plaguing his face. “I fucked up. I’ve been fuckin’ up.”
“We’re never goin’ to happen are we? You’re really never goin’ to give in.”
