Destined Havoc
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She spent some time at the jukebox and when the Eagles finished, she selected a song and then made her way back to me.  I didn’t know the song, but I didn’t care.  My attention was on her tits now.  Even though they weren’t the handful I usually preferred, they were still tits and a man will take what he can get.  And fuck, I wasn’t complaining tonight; between her ass, and her dirty mouth, I could care less how big her tits were.
Once she was settled back on her stool, I asked, “Do you always leave your bag with complete strangers?”
“No, but there’s something about you, Havoc.  Something I think I can trust.”
“Jesus, woman, you give your trust too fuckin’ easily.”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t trust you?  Cause I gotta admit, I don’t fuck men that I don’t trust.”
She was playing with me now, and fuck if I didn’t like it.  “Baby, you can trust me with your pussy; I know how to take care of that real well.”  I watched her closely, noting the rapid rise and fall of her chest as her breathing picked up.  She was turned on just as much as I was.
Her mouth parted slightly, and her tongue swept across her bottom lip before she bit it.  When she spoke, her voice was low and huskier than before, and my gut tightened with want and the need to get inside her.  “I bet you’ve got mad skills with that dirty mouth of yours but I’m not sure about your cock yet.  Is it as talented as your mouth?”
I grabbed her hand and guided it to my crotch.  Pressing it against the bulge there, I growled, “My dick will worship your pussy in ways you’ve never even imagined, darlin’.”
She ran her hand over me, and moved her face to mine so that our lips were centimetres apart.  “I said you’d have to work for it, but I think I’ve changed my mind.  I’m ready to sample this cock of yours, Havoc.”
I resisted the urge to throw her over my shoulder and leave straight away. Instead, I kept my movements and voice controlled.  “You sure about that?  Once we leave here, I’m not letting you go, so be clear on what you want.”
As she continued to tease my dick, she reached for her bag with her free hand, and breathed out, “I’ve never been more sure of a man.  Sexy as sin, dirty mouth and a dick to die for; what else could a girl want?”
Feral desire coursed through me, and I was done.  Done waiting and done checking to make sure this was what she wanted.  I stood and reached for her hand, gripping her wrist tightly.  I led her out of the bar without a word exchanged.  None were needed; we were both clear on what we wanted.
When we made it to my bike, I shoved a helmet at her and waited for her to climb on behind me.  She wrapped her hands around me and held on tight as we sped off into the night.  I was staying at a motel not far from the bar thank fuck, and we quickly reached our destination.  Pulling up outside my room, I cut the engine and quickly got her inside.  I was so hard for her now; the need to fuck her was overwhelming.  I couldn’t remember the last time a woman had gotten to me like this.
We made it inside, I kicked the door shut behind us, slid my hand around her waist and pulled her to me.  “You’re mine to do what I want with tonight,” I growled in her ear.
One of her hands moved to my ass and the other tangled in my hair, pulling my face down to hers.  “So long as you fuck me long and hard, I’ll do whatever you say,” she promised on a soft moan.
Fuck.  I dropped my mouth to hers, and claimed her with a savage kiss.  There would be nothing gentle about tonight and I fucking hoped she was up for it because I was ready to fuck the everloving shit out of her.
She kissed me back; hard, demanding.  There was an urgency about it, and our kiss spiralled into a frenzied attack with lips and tongues pushing for more.  Her need for me was just as strong as mine for her.  Our hands began searching and grabbing at clothes.  Christ, she had too many fucking clothes on, and I madly began tearing them off.  She kicked her shoes off and I stripped her of everything but her panties.  When I had her how I wanted her, I stood back and admired her body.  She was fucking tiny; there wasn’t an ounce of fat on her and not a lot of muscle either.  Small tits, a tight ass and not a lot of curves; not at all what usually excited me, but my dick was screaming at me to hurry the fuck up and bang her.  I eyed those panties and moved my hand in their direction, ready to remove the last barrier between me and her pussy.
Her hand shot out and stopped me.  My eyes flicked straight to hers, questioning her.  Shaking her head, she chastised me.  “Havoc, it’s rude to shoot for heaven when you haven’t even stopped to ask a girl her name.”
I fought the grin that was forming on my lips.  Fuck, she was sexy.  I ran my finger over her lips.  “What’s your name, darlin’?”
She caught my finger in her hand and held it in place as she sucked it into her mouth.  Her eyes didn't stray from mine.  When she was finished with my finger, she let it go and answered me.  “Carla.”
Carla.  Her name was now burned in my memory; how could it not be?  But this was the last time she had any control over tonight.  My hand gripped her neck, and I forced her to understand how tonight was going to go down.  “Carla, when I fuck a woman, she does what I say.  She submits to me, totally.  Do we have an understanding?”