Page 2 of Ink's Devil

“You want biker cock, sweetheart? I’ll give it to you.” Mace is equally candid.

She gasps at his bluntness. Her shocked reaction shows that my gut feeling is right. Beth wants some of what Mel’s got, a ring on her finger, not a quick roll in the hay.

Weddings. The worst possible place to hook up. Girls get stars in their eyes and start dreaming of a happy forever. The bride’s joy in her new status is infectious. If I was ever going to pick up a civilian, a place where a husband and wife have just spoken vows is the very last location I’d choose.

“I, er…”

Belatedly, I realise Beth is trying to find a suitable response to Mace. I help her out, chuckling, “Just tell him to get lost, babe.”

But she doesn’t. Instead she pushes past me and puts a hand on the enforcer’s arm. “You offering?” she asks, her voice having taken on a huskiness that goes straight to my cock.

I don’t know the reason, but all of a sudden my jaw tightens.If anyone’s cock is going to see some action with Beth, it’s going to be mine. Hastily, I revise my opinion of her. Perhaps she’s not such a ‘nice’ girl as I first thought. Maybe she does know the score and is willing to bed a man with no promises of anything more.

“He’s not,” I tell her sharply, lifting the hand that she placed on Mace’s arm, and tightening my fingers around hers. Giving a head shake of warning to my companions, I pull her away from the bar, to a corner where we won’t be overheard. Purposefully, I back her up until her spine is against the wall and there’s nowhere for her to go. I crowd her, my body right up in her personal space, and brace one hand against the fancy brickwork. The other, I use to tilt her chin toward me. With her height, she’s looking me straight in the eyes.

“One offer. One chance to turn it down. You say yes, little girl, and you’re going to get what you think you’re after, biker cock. But there’s not going to be any happily ever after, you got it? Okay? Yeah, you’re a good-looking bitch and I…” I don’t have to shift my hips much to rub my rock-hard cock against her, “I’m in the mood to fuck. That’s all I’m offering.” I’d called her little, she’s anything but that. Slender, but so tall, I’m already wondering if she’s going to feel different than girls I’ve had in the past. The novelty of her parts fitting exactly against mine makes me hope she’ll say yes. I’m all up for variety, and Beth would make a great notch on my bed post.

Her eyes flare.With interest? Anger? Disgust?

But it seems it’s the former when she places her hand against my chest. “One night. But not one fuck. Unless,” it’s her turn to break off and give an impudent grin, “you can only get it up once.”

She’s taunting the fucking beast here.

“Only once? I’ll fuck you so many times your cunt will be sore, and you won’t be able to walk straight for days.”

“Yeah?” Her eyes dilate. “Well I’ll want it so much your dick might fall off.”

I bark a strangled laugh at the way she’s trying to come back at me with dirty talk that sounds alien coming out of her pretty civilian mouth. A doubt remains in my head.

“Whether or not you can break my dick, this is just one night, little girl. When you leave my bed, you won’t be coming back. Fuckin’ is all I’m offering, okay? I don’t do sweet talk, I won’t be murmuring sweet little nothings into your ear. My cock, your cunt. That’s all I want.”

I’m describing an interaction with a whore, but I need her to know what she’s getting into. Don’t want her feeling hurt and used afterward, she’s got to understand the little she’s going to get.

The sounds of the wedding are continuing all around us. People’s laughter and upbeat conversations can be heard even over the music which is playing loudly, but we seem to be in an oasis apart from everything else. I give her one last chance. “If you’ve got any ideas in your head about trying to change my mind, you can drop them now. Never had a cunt that tempted me back for more.”

She’s the one now thrusting her hips against me, her bravado causing my cock to swell further. “What makes you think your dick is so good, I’ll want a second time?”

Oh, she will. She’ll be begging me for it. But I’ve told her the score.

“You sure?” One final check. “This is for tonight only.”

A little nod.

“Words, babe.”

“I’m sure. Just one night.”

I give her one more moment, then push myself upright. Taking a firm hold of her hand, I stride across the ballroom and out the door, fleetingly observing she doesn’t need to run to keep up.

As I pass by the windows, I see snow falling outside, and I’m fucking glad we’ve all got rooms in this swanky hotel tonight. Satan’s Devils are perhaps not the clientele they usually have staying, but hell, I’ve drunk too much to ride. Not that I’d even ride sober with the amount of white shit I can see on the ground.

It also means we don’t have far to go, and the elevator only has to rise a couple of floors. Long enough for me to turn her, her back to my front, and I cover those small tits with my hands. They might not be large, but as I slide my fingers underneath that plunging neckline of her dress and tweak her nipples, I can immediately tell they’re sensitive, if her gasp and the way her ass drives into my cock is any indication.

Tits. What can I say? I like them. Bigger is best, but hey, any port in a storm, and I’ll be able to make this work.

A ding and a mechanicaldoor openingannouncement and we’ve arrived at my floor. I pull up her dress so she’s decent again, then taking her by the arm, drag her out of the elevator and along to the correct door. Having presented the key card, I give her access to my room.

Impersonal, of course. I won’t be able to be too inventive. If I were back at the compound, I’d have far more options. But hey, never let it be said I’m at a loss for ideas.

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