Authors: Honey Palomino
2014 HONEY PALOMINO
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This book contains mature content and is intended for adults only.
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Sweat poured down my back as I scrubbed the grease from my hands. I was hot and exhausted, but at least my bike was finally fixed, thanks to my best friend Harley, who had helped me all day.
As I was drying my hands, the sound of footsteps behind me made me turn around. I blinked at the beauty standing in front of me.
Long, curly black hair framed her heart-shaped face. What she wasn’t wearing was much more noticeable than what she was wearing - but those tall, black leather boots, and short, denim skirt, topped with the tiniest black bikini top I had ever seen - perfectly complimented her naked flesh. Her full breasts were straining to escape the small, tiny pieces of satin fabric.
She was young, probably too young. But she was oozing pure sexuality, and my cock sprang to attention in seconds as I drank her in.
I raked my gaze across her petite, tight body, starting with those gorgeous, perky breasts, taking in the hard nipples that were trying to poke through their confines, and then trailing down to her curvy hips that were tightly wrapped in denim.
Her voice was low and sultry and if I closed my eyes, I could almost imagine she was older.
“Hey…” I said, doing my best not to pounce and mount her right there on the back of my bike. “How can I help you?”
I looked over her shoulder, but didn’t see a car or bike, and while this was our MC’s clubhouse, it was also a legitimate car and motorcycle repair shop.
The beauty sashayed over, her hips swinging seductively as she stood right in front of me and looked up with impossibly large blue eyes. Something about her seemed familiar, but with looks like that, I would have never forgotten her.
“I just wanted to take a look around, if that’s okay with you?”
She batted her baby blue eyes at me and my cock grew even harder.
“Why? Look around at what?” We had customers all the time, but nobody ever wanted to just look around. Something wasn’t right, but with her tits bouncing with every movement, I was having a very difficult time concentrating.
She reached over and touched the leather seat of my bike, her fingers sliding slowly over the grains and up to the shiny black tank.
“At bikes. I’ve always loved them,” she said, almost wistfully. “I grew up around them, but haven’t been able to ride in a while.”
“Oh, yeah?” I asked, my throat catching as I tried to control my raging erection as I watched her caress my bike with her tiny fingers.
“Yeah,” she turned, taking her hand off the bike and putting it on my chest, fingering the leather cut I was wearing and staring up at me again. “And bikers, too. I like bikers.”
“Do I know you?” Those eyes were so familiar, but I knew I didn’t know her. She was the kind of woman a man didn’t tend to forget.
“I don’t know. Do you?”
She looked up at me, her eyes almost daring me to touch her, as she played with my vest.
“Look, baby girl, don’t you think you’re a little out of your league here?”
She smiled at me for the first time, her pouty pink lips stretching across her face in a slow, seductive transformation. I was holding my breath, and when I made a conscious effort to inhale, I was accosted by the sweet flowery smell of her.
“I don’t, actually.” She arched her back, pressing those perfect mounds into my chest. Just when I was about to reach out and pull her to me, she turned and walked away. Her hips seemed to sway even more as she walked around the shop, touching every piece of leather she could find on the other bikes, her fingers running through the dangling fringe on some of the handlebars. There were half a dozen bikes laying around in different stages of repair and she made a point to touch each one of them.
“I like the way it smells in here, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes darting around, taking everything in as I watched her curiously.
“The smell of leather warmed by the sun, old grease…whiskey.” The words slid out of her beautiful mouth seductively.
She walked over to the counter, and grabbed my half empty whiskey bottle that was sitting amongst various tools and motorcycle parts. With the confidence of a seasoned woman, she removed the lid and lifted the bottle to her luscious lips, pouring a generous amount of the amber liquid into her mouth.
My cock hardened even more as my eyes locked onto her lips engulfing the neck of the bottle.
“Sure, I guess…” I replied, once again holding my breath, waiting for her next move.
She circled back to stand in front of me, the bottle still in her hand. She stood directly between me and my bike, and once again she arched her back until her nipples touched my chest.
“Want some?” she asked, her low voice almost a moan as she licked her lips.
“Um…sure.” I took the bottle from her and took a huge swig from it.
I didn’t know who she was, or where she came from, or even what the hell she wanted, but the one thing I did know was that if she stood there much longer pressing her tits into me, I was going to rip that bikini top right off her tiny little body.
She smiled as she watched me swallow the liquor and then took the bottle from me and drank from it again. When she licked her lips again afterwards, she pressed even harder into me.
“There’s only one smell that’s missing, don’t you think?”
“What’s that?” I replied.
Her brazenness caused me to laugh loudly, and I smiled down at her. She was short, allowing me the perfect view of her cleavage from my vantage point.
“You are one brave girl, coming in here dressed like that and talking about pussy.”
“Yeah, I guess I am. But you wouldn’t hurt me, would you?” She batted her eyelashes at me once more as I shook my head at her.
“No, but you don’t fuckin’ know that.” I growled down at her, hoping to scare her just a little. What a risk this little minx was taking. Visions of bending her over my bike filled my head and my swollen cock was not helping the situation at all.
“Yeah, but I like to take risks. If you don’t take risks, then how can you have any fun?”
“Is that what your looking for? Fun?” I asked.
“That’s one of the things I’m looking for,” she replied, her body moving even closer to me.
“And what’s your idea of fun, baby girl?” I took the bottle from her again and took another swig while I waited for her answer.
She reached out and touched the edge of my cut again, her fingers sliding up and down it as she gazed up at me.
“Well, to start with, you look like you could be a lot of fun.”
“Listen, baby girl. If you don’t stop right now, I’m not going to be able to control myself much longer. Now, unless you want me to bend you over my bike and shove my hard cock into your young little pussy, you’d best leave now.”
“My pussy isn’t so young. I’m 19.”
I groaned. She was practically begging for it now.
“Even so,” I growled at her, “I’m giving you a chance to march your tight little ass out of here before I have no choice but to destroy it.”
“Like I said,” she replied, her hands reaching up behind her neck and slowly untying the strings of her bikini top. “I’m a risk taker.”
Her hands fell along with the fabric, and her creamy breasts came into full view. I swallowed hard, and my cock throbbed hotly in my jeans.
“I warned you!” I said. I dropped the bottle with a loud thunk, whiskey spilling at our feet as I snaked my hand around her waist and pulled her into me, my mouth slamming against hers as I slid my tongue into her mouth.
She kissed me back passionately, pressing her entire body against me, her naked breasts smashed against my chest. Roughly, I turned her around and bent her over the seat of my bike.
I pulled her skirt up around her hips, exposing her bare ass and pussy. Her ass was tight and firm, and I moaned in pleasure as I pulled open my jeans as fast I could.
Watching her carefully, half expecting her to go running in fear, I was impressed at her calmness as she waited patiently, a serene smile on her face as she wiggled her upturned butt at me.
“Yes! Give it to me!” she whispered, her head resting on the seat of my bike.