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A moan of protest, but she does exactly what I’ve requested. I palm my cock once it’s able to breathe, feeling the drop of pre-cum at the end. I wipe it up with my finger and press my digit to her mouth. “Lick.”

She does, and groans appreciatively, the sound making my dick twitch.

Her skin looks so pure, so white and tender. I begin palming her breasts with my calloused hands, my tanned skin looking dark, used. The combination of innocence and biker making my cock swell more.

Again, she leans into my touch. Lowering my head once more, I suck, lave and bite one nipple then the other.

“Beef! You’re making me so wet.” She squirms, her hips moving against the bed as though seeking relief.

“You need something, baby?”

“Yes. You. I need you!”

Chapter Twenty-Three

She needs me? If only she knew how much I fucking need her too. I push her back down on the bed, then using my strength, haul her up until she’s lying across it, giving me space to kneel over her legs. In one movement I yank away those tiny shorts which had taunted me.

The contrast between her small naked body and me still fully clothed does something to me. I feel like a marauding beast taking something I shouldn’t, but I’ll be fucked if I can stop. Since I met her, although I tried to deny it, I’ve been dreaming about this moment.

“Get naked, Beef. I want to feel your skin against mine.”

Lightly I smack the top of her leg. “I think I said I was in charge.”

She giggles, as I meant her to. My soft tap has done nothing but arouse her further.

“Please?”

My mouth is beside her ear again, the vibration of my voice causing tremors to cross her skin when I reply, “Seeing as you asked so nicely.”

“Describe yourself, Beef.”

Standing, I take off my cut, folding it neatly and placing it on a chair. Then I rip off my tee. While I’m toeing off my boots I comply. “I’ve got tats darlin’, as you know. Lots of them. A hand of cards on my biceps which represents my brother Rock, on my biceps, the Marine insignia, the Satan’s Devils patch on my back, the names of my brothers lost in service.” I continue to describe each and every tat that I may not have told her about before, while her face becomes whimsical, and I wonder if she’s regretting that she can’t see them for herself. Muscles she can feel, but not my ink.

“Any girls’ names on you?” she asks brazenly.

“None.” There’s no hesitation in my truthful reply. Never met a woman yet who I wanted to mark permanently on my body.

She holds out her arms. “What’s keeping you, Beef?”

I slide a condom out of my pocket, then push my jeans down and off. Then stand, watching her laid out for me like an offering. She’s so small compared to me. “How long has it been for you, Stevie?”

She knows what I mean. “A couple of years.”

“Fuckers are crazy down in LA.” They must be. Why has she not had a boyfriend in so long? Her confidence, her encouragement shows it isn’t for the lack of her wanting.

She shrugs. “Once they know I’m blind, men seem to think they’ll get stuck caring for me.”

Shit.Wasn’t that what I’d been thinking as well? But now I know her, she doesn’t want a slave to run after her. Nah, Stevie will do as much as she can for herself.

“Then,” she continues, “there are those which can’t get a sighted girl because of their appearance. Obviously that doesn’t turn me off, but their desperation does. And others, well, a blind woman’s a notch on their bucket list. Pity fucks, when they’re offered, are the worst. Or sometimes they act as if what’s wrong with me is catching.” She giggles. “Then there are those who seem to prefer my dog, and want to pet him, not me.”

“Crazy.” I can’t wait to get closer, get near, get inside her. But I’m going to have to go slow. Like the rest of me, my cock is large. Not boasting, just fact.

She’s up on her elbows. “Let me touch?”

“Uh uh,” I say again. “No touching. You’re gonna get a surprise little girl.”

“Huh.” She shakes her head making her long hair fly. “You’re probably all bluster. How am I to know it’s not a teeny wiener?”

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