Peyton

I couldn’t believe what I was considering. Saying no to Nick Navarro, however, was something I was afraid I would never be able to do. His handsome looks, tattoos, and raw essence weakened me. His remarkable blue eyes may have been partially to blame, but certainly not wholly.

The adventurous and conservative portions of my being were at war, and the adventurous side was winning.

I quickly considered my risks:

Fucking someone I was interviewing for work. I didn’t believe Navarro would tell my boss – or anyone for that matter. He didn’t seem like the type to brag.

Keeping my private life private after we had sex. He certainly wasn’t going to fall in love with me or stalk me, so my private life would be able to remain just that – private.

STD’s. There was the risk of sexually transmitted disease, but it could easily be dealt with by producing the two-year-old condom that was floating around in my purse.

I weighed the risks against the one clear benefit.

Sex with a tattooed biker. Being fucked by a bearded outlaw biker who was handsome, muscular, mature, covered in tattoos, and had a nice thick cock.

Ding, ding, ding.

We have a winner.

I reached for my purse. After digging through my wallet, I found the ancient condom. I handed it to him. “Here.”

He stared at the packet as if I had handed him a foreign object. “What the fuck is this?”

“A condom.”

He attempted to give it back to me. “I don’t wear condoms.”

I waved him off. “I won’t have sex without it.”

“It looks like it’s too fuckin’ small,” he complained. “I doubt I can even get it on. Let’s just fuck.”

“Remember. My pussy, my rules.”

His eyes narrowed to slits. “I don’t even know how to operate one of these motherfuckers.”

“If you want this pussy, you’ll have to figure it out.”

He bit the edge of the package and tore it open. “I’m about out of the mood.”

“Shall we get back to the interview?”

“Just gimme a fuckin’ minute,” he growled.

I’d never spent a single moment second-guessing a choice I had made. Ever. I had always been proud of my ability to make split-second decisions and make them well. Even the serious ones were generally made quickly, and without any future remorse.

As I stood and watched Navarro fumble-fucking around with the condom, however, I couldn’t help but wonder if my decision to allow him to fuck me was a good one or not. It was a spur of the moment choice made as a result of extreme desire and overwhelming curiosity. Watching him look at the condom as if he were holding a ticking time bomb wasn’t very reassuring.

Or sexy.

Earlier, he said he was about out of the mood. I now shared his lack of desire.

He held the condom carefully in his left hand while he unbuckled his belt. After what appeared to be a very frustrated effort to push his jeans down to mid-thigh, he gripped his cock in his tattooed hand and began to stoke himself.

Watching him with his big dick clenched in his fist was a huge turn-on. After six or eight strokes, the massive shaft was rigid in his hand.

And, once again, I was ready.

More than ready.

“Here,” I breathed. “Let me do that.”

With one hand I reached for the condom, and with the other I fumbled to unbutton my shorts. After a few frustrating seconds of my own, I had my shorts on the work bench, and his cock protected by a thin layer of rubber.

“What a clusterfuck,” he grumbled.

Agreed.

“Where do you, uhhm,” I stammered, looking around for a place to let him fuck me.

The bench was littered in tools and motorcycle parts and the floor was covered in dirt and grease, leaving the steel drum as my only visible alternative for sex. I didn’t wait for him to respond. I wrapped my arms around the drum and pressed my chest onto the lid.

“Stand up,” he growled.

Oooh. Standing up sex.

Fuck yeah.

I stood up and turned to face him.

“Ditch the shirt and the bra,” he demanded.

I glanced at his jeans, which were draped around his thighs. My eyes dropped to his feet. Scuffed and covered in stains, the lace-up black boots he was wearing were kind of sexy when he was fully dressed, but now that we were getting ready to fuck, they were a distraction.

I wagged my finger toward his knees. “Ditch the boots and jeans.”

The glare he returned let me know he wasn’t interested in considering what I wanted. He pressed his hand into the middle of my back and pushed me toward the work bench. As my hips came in contact with the cold steel, he shoved a little harder, forcing me to bend over. His hand slid from between my shoulder blades to the back of my head.

You like it rough, huh?

Yeah, me too.

He pressed my face down firmly on the top of the workbench. I felt the tip of his dick against my pussy, and inhaled sharply in anticipation. Nothing, however, could have prepared me for his girth. I wasn’t ready.

At all.

He shoved me completely full of cock in one hard thrust.

I arched my back and gasped out in response.

His beard scraped along my neck. The warm against my cheek that followed caused goosebumps to rise along my legs. I fought to raise my head, but he was much too strong.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless,” he breathed into my ear.

All concerns regarding whether or not fucking Nick Navarro was a good decision immediately vanished.

It was a great decision.

He thrust his hips back and forth aggressively, grunting in my ear with each stroke. “I can’t…figure out…if it’s my…big cock…or your…tight little pussy. But fuckin’ you…is like fuckin’…a virgin.”

I thought I’d been fucked by big-dicked men in the past. I was wrong. They may have been well-endowed by my standard at the time, but Nick Navarro was redefining everything.

Everything.

“I think…it’s…both,” I muttered.

I bit into my lip and tried to keep from crying out. I’d heard the phrase hurts so good many times, and only now had a complete understanding of what it meant. His thick cock was stretching my pussy to an all-new limit.

And I loved every fucking inch of it.

“I like…fucking you,” he groaned. “Your little pussy clenches my cock like a vise.”

Just shut up and keep fucking me.

I closed my eyes and wondered just what had happened to me. Although I was daring and bold, my interest in men was nil. Having been wronged in the past so many times, I learned to trust no one who grew facial hair.

Or had a cock.

Navarro had both and I wouldn’t want him any other way.

As he pounded himself in and out of me like a man possessed, his scent filled my nostrils. It wasn’t a hint of cologne or deodorant, nor was it a foul body odor.

He smelled like a man.

A real man.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled it taught. My back arched and my mind reeled at the thought of him fucking me like he owned me.

“Tell me how much you like this big biker cock,” he growled in my ear.

Dear God.

I wanted desperately to speak, but succeeding wasn’t as easy as one might think. I was suspended somewhere between heaven and earth, and talking wasn’t an option.

He pulled against my hair until his lips met my ear. His warm breath on my neck made my legs go weak. “Say something, you sexy little bitch.”

If you keep talking dirty to me, I’m going to explode.

I opened my mouth, but…nothing.

“Newspaper reporter my ass,” he breathed. “You came here for my cock, didn’t you?”

I did my best to nod, but his tight grip on my hair made doing so close to impossible.

“I uhhm.” I stammered.

He bit into my earlobe. “Didn’t you?” he grunted.

“Yes,” I breathed.

I told myself it wasn’t true, but at that moment, I wasn’t completely sure. Between his savage thrusts, I decided it was the thrill of actually being fucked by Navarro that attracted me, and nothing more.

Nick Navarro may have been a lot of different things to a lot of different people. To me, he was an outlaw biker.

Having him fuck me was taking me to a place I had never ventured to.

A place I was afraid I would yearn to return to, over and over.

While he continued to fuck me like he was attempting to prove a point, he wedged his tattooed forearm between my hip and the bench. In a few seconds, I felt the tip of his finger circling my throbbing clit.

“You’re gonna come back for this cock whenever I want you to.”

Don’t worry about that, big boy.

Until further notice, this pussy’s yours.

I wanted to give a smart-assed response, but couldn’t seem to assemble my thoughts. As he rubbed my swollen nub and repeatedly filled me with his dick, my mind drifted off to a faraway place.

After an immeasurable amount of time, a tingling began to run through me. Immediately following, his cock seemed to double in size. I fought against the pressure of his hand against my head, but eventually gave up. His hips slammed against my ass a few more times, and my pussy went into a thankful frenzy of its own.

His thrusts slowed, but remained os-so-deep. His breathing became irregular.

And.

An orgasm shot through my body like a bolt of lightning.

And then another.

And another.

“Fuck yesss,” he moaned.

“Oh…My…God,” I cried out.

While my body continued to convulse in the wake of countless earth-shattering micro-orgasms, I collapsed.

My vision narrowed as he withdrew himself from inside of me. The sounds of the distant traffic, his breathing, and my heart beating became dull and indifferent.

In short, Nick Navarro – and his big cock – changed my mind about everything.