EroticReverie

Ava Alessandra Andrews

Two hours later, after cumming on a man in public, and going home to change, I'm downtown, in a biker bar, with Tyson's arm slung around my waist as I sit on his lap at a table , surrounded by other leather clad bikers, some of the faces familiar from the diner, but most of them not. 

I'm out of place, even though I'm only wearing jeans and a white halter top that ties behind the neck and behind my back, a full face of makeup, and my hair pulled up into a ponytail. The women are dressed in pleather pants, or dark black jean shorts and tight black dresses, or short black skirts, as if the entire place is allergic to lighter colors. 

"Get your girl a drink." Goose says, his redhead wife beside him now, so no suggestive or inappropriate comments are being sent my way. Or maybe it's the way Tyson has his arm wrapped around me, holding me to his lap, even when there are plenty of open seats to park my ass on. 

"She's eighteen." Tyson growls. 

"Yeah, and?" Goose says. "Like we all didnt drink well before eighteen" 

"She doesnt drink." He says and I turn my head and look at him. 

"Yes I do." I tell him. 

"Not anymore you don't." He says and I blink several times.

"Excuse me?" I huff a laugh at his audactity.

"You heard me Milkshake, so pick your jaw up off the floor. Leave your mouth open too long and I'll take you in the back and fill it." he says the last part so only I can here, his ring covered fingers gliding up my back over the bare skin and his fingers curling around the back of my neck as he grabs it. 

"Behave." he says, squeezing gently. 

"If I want a drink, I'll have a drink." I hiss, and his eyes snap to mine, his jaw clenching. 

"Take a single sip, and see what the fuck happens." He warns and I take a deep breath, his eyes dropping to the way my expanding lungs make my tits heave upward and he smirks, and watches them settle as I exhale. 

Goose just laughs, his wife giving a little smirk, and others around the table laugh under their breath and shake their heads.

"Looks like Slaughter found himself more than a one nighter." Another guy says and Tyson looks to him and narrows his eyes. I lick my lips, my mouth watering at the scruff along his jaw. Why did it turn me on that he was possesive and thought he could tell me what to do? Ummm because he fucks you like he invented sex, Ava. That's why. Because you're obsessed with him and the way his deep voice rumbles the name "Milkshake" whenever he gets the chance. 

I'd purposely not texted or called him. I wasn't going to fall all over him, or cling to him. I gave him the chance to make it just a one night thing, then hed gone and shown up tonight at the diner. He'd made the move, again. Being interested in him, was more than dangerous. He'd eat me alive, make me fall for him, and toss me away when he was done with me. Guys like Tyson Slaughter, didn't settle down. I was also having that confirmed by the way everyone around seemed surprised when he walked into the bar with me under his arm, and kept me at his side the entire time we've been here. 

"You smoke?" One of the girls asks as she and a few other women stand, a rolled joint in between her fingers. 

"She doesnt." he answers for me before I can even open my mouth. 

"It's just weed Ty" one of the girls laughs and she looks at me, and I look at Tyson, his jaw clenched and trained on the woman offering to let me smoke with them. 

As far as drugs go, I didnt consider weed a drug anymore than alcohol or nicotine. I smoked it plenty. I go to stand, and the hand on my neck pulls me right back down.

"Sit your fucking ass down." He growls and one of the guys waves off the girl that just offered. 

"Careful honey" The girl huffs. "That one likes to control his playthings." 

Tyson snarls at her and I swallow and turn my head. 

"You're hurting me." I tell him. His grip loosens and his hand runs down my back, rubbing a small circle and then dropping to my waist, where he grabs me there instead. 

His face  leans in and his mouth presses to my ear. 

"you don't drink anymore...and you don't do drugs....got it?" his voice rumbles and I shift in his lap.

"says who?" I exhale as I stare right into his eyes.

"Milkshake, im warning you." he growls at me. 

"I'm not your daughter, not your girlfriend...and not your plaything" I lift my chin and his nostrils flare.

"no..but you are MINE" he growls through his teeth.

"not sure I agreed to that" 

"You dont have to. If I want you...then that's that."

I huff. "Oh really?" 

"Yeah Milkshake, really." he licks his lips. 

"you cant just..claim people" I say, my breathing so fucking pathetic, getting turned on by this barbaric bullshit. 

"I can...and I have...you belong to me...and you'll do as I say...when I say...like a good fuckin girl" he says and his hand squeezes my waste. "Dont make me tell you a second time to behave Milkshake." 

God damnit. Why was this making me so fucking hot for him? 

"And if I don't do what you say....what happens then?" I ask, his lips turning up in the corner. Did he know how turned on I was by the alpha hole bullshit? Any other guy tried this shit and I'd laugh, but fuck I wanted those ice blue eyes to fucking own me. 

"Wanna find out Milkshake?" he asks and his eyes watch as my tongue slips over my lips. 

"maybe" I answer and he hums, and then his hand slides up my back and I suck in a breath as I feel him wrap my ponytail around his hand and pull back.

"get a room" a guy says with a laugh as Tyson's hand has my head yanked back and his mouth near my ear, ignoring the laughter around us. I probably looked fucking pathetic, letting a man treat me like this in front of people, but I didnt care, my nipples were so fucking hard and my panties were currently soaked. 

"You want a preview of what happens when you're a bad girl?" he growls and I whimper and he growls even deeper. I yelp as his chair skids , squeaking across the floor, my eyes going wide as he bends me over the table. 

"Tys- ahh!" I squeal as his hand slaps me hard as shit over my ass through my jeans. His othe rhand holding my cheek to the table , everyone in the fucking bar going silent, fucking watching.  My face is turned to Goose, his eyes lighting up, and I watch him visibly shift his dick in his jeans with a smirk on his face. 

"Are you going to listen or do I need to keep going?" Tyson growls and smacks my ass again and then pulls my head up by my ponytail, my tits heaving from my halter top, everyone at the table taking a good look at them. 

Fuck, what the hell was happening? And why, why did the embarrassment heating my cheeks also make my clit throb. Was this what he liked? Publicly humiliating me? Was this what I fucking liked? I was pretty sure I could like any single fucking thing this man did to me. 

He bends over me, mouth to my ear as my hips are still pushed to the edge of the table and voices murmur around the bar, watching me be manhandled and not doing a damn thing about it. Not that I wanted them to. 

His voice purrs deep into my ear.

"I will strip you the fuck down and take you right here over this fucking table Milkshake...I will pound your cunt till you fill a full glass with your pretty little fucking tears, and then pass it around so everyone can taste how good I fuck my girl." He growls and I whimper, hissing as he pulls my hair a bit more, snarling against my ear.

"Been awhile since we've gotten a show." Goose says. "Take her Slaughter...come on" 

"shut the fuck up Goose" Tyson snarls over my head and then drops my hair and grabs my arm and pulls me from the table, spinning me around. I'm fucking panting. Did he do this often? Fuck girls and show his diminance over them in front of his friends?

"You." He says, lowering his chin and then tossing it towards the back of the bar. "Let's fucking go." 

"Aww come on, it was getting good" Goose says. I can barely walk as I follow his direction and he slides a hand behind my back and walks me through the bar, through a back door and then stops and slams it shut.

"Pull your fucking pants down." He growls at me as he undoes his own. 

"but i..." I stammer. Still fucking reeling over what just happened.

"Give me...your pussy...now" he growls at me and I exhale, cursing under my breath, cursing at myself for wanting this and eating this shit up. 

"Good girl" he groans as I turn, jeans being pushed down. 

"Hands on the wall." he says.

"my pants are-" Not even down yet, they're at my thighs , near my knees. 

"Dont care, need you..right fucking now." he growls and grabs my hips and pulls them , my hands slapping to the wall as he puts me almost bent over and I feel him yank my panties so hard they rip and I gasp, panting like a fucking animal, then the head of his cock is pushing against my pussy.

"god...fuck" I exhale when he takes his time, and notches inside of me, my eyes rolling back in my head. 

"did you like that? Being bent over and punished like a little slut for everyone to see? Because your pussy sure seems to have fucking enjoyed it Milkshake..." he groans and sinks in further and I moan, feeling my toes curl in my sneakers as he pushes deeper, stretching me, my pussy remembering just how fucking good he fucks me, and clenching around him, wanting more. 

"I asked you a question" he growls and grips my hips and thrusts hard and deep making me let out a tight scream, my arms bending, and face falling to the wall , unable to brace myself from the unexpected impact.

"yes!" I cry. 

"Yes, WHAT?" he growls.

"yes, i liked it" I cry as he keeps his mean fucking dick buried inside of me. 

He groans and leans down as I push myself back up, panting as I regain my stength in my arms and he pulls at the ties at my back, plucking one, then the other and my top falling from my body and to the floor. 

"You didnt text me." he growls and grabs one of my breasts, his other hand on my hip and he draws his hips back, his big dick sliding out of me as my pussy holds onto it for dear life. 

"w-what?" I breathe. 

"why didnt you text me Milkshake, did I not fuck you right? Do you need it harder?" he asks and his hand slaps my my outer thigh hard and I yelp , and shake my head. 

"w-what..no" I cry as he sinks back in deep and hard, making my body jolt, my soles leaving the fucking floor. 

"stay still god damnit" he growls. 

"I fucking cant! You're a fucking giant and your monster dick is ripping into my fucking pussy! What do you fucking want from me!?"  I yell at him and he chuckles with a groan and squeezes my breast harder.

"fuckin everything Milkshake, I want, god damn everything from you" He groans. 

"you perfect fuckin little brat" he growls and slams into me again and I scream, my legs nearly making me drop to the floor, his hand on my breast drops so he can wrap his arm around my stomach to hold me up. 

"you scream so fucking cute when I slam this cunt Milkshake" he growls and does it again, and again, my screams leaving my lips, eyes watering.

"you gonna cry for me baby?" he taunts in my ear as I fucking clench around his cock, loving every fucking second of his dick destroying me once again.

"answer me Milkshake" he groans.

"yes" I whimper, a tear falling and he sees it, stopping with his cock half inside me, he grabs my face and turns it, his eyes on me and he grins. 

"that's what I like to see...your pretty fucking face covered in tears...give me more Milkshake, I Want more of them" he growls and then thrusts hard and deep again, and another tear slips as I scream and shut my eyes hard from the pain. 

"mmm, fucking beautiful" he groans and my eyes open as I gasp, his tongue dragging over my cheek. 

"fuck you taste good" he groans and then bites my cheek. It's not hard but not at all soft and then he kisses it so fucking soft. My legs tremble and pussy pulses around his cock as he starts to go slow, fucking me deep but slow and grunting with each thrust as he keeps his hand on my face, my face turned to his as he watches my expressions as he keeps fucking me. 

"Tyson" I moan, because this was so much like the way he fucked me soft and slow on his living room floor. 

"Yeah Milkshake? What do you need baby?" he whispers and I feel my legs quiver and I whimper. 

"i want to cum" I cry out, sounding truly fucking desperate.

"Tell me how to get you there quickest Milkshake." he hums. 

"like this" I answer, barely able to respond. 

"How about like this baby?" he asks, his hand reaching down, sliding between my legs and his fingers starting to stroke my clit and rub it in firm little cirlces. 

"yes" I cry in answer. 

"please, please" I whimper, praying he doesnt fuckin stop as his dick moves in and out of my soaked pussy, his fingers keeping my clit racing towards an orgasm. 

"cum on this dick Milkshake....i've fucking missed your sweet pussy cumming on my cock, baby" 

"fuck" I cry. Because was he possibly the rudest motherfucker while also being the sweetest? How could he bend me over and spank me like a fucking child in front of people, and then call me baby while making it his priority to make me come apart on his cock. 

"did you miss my dick , baby? hmm?" he hums. 

I nod, nearly there. Nearly to the fucking edge, ready to fall over.

"the second you cum....im going to fill your fucking pussy with cum again Milshake" he whispers.

"and then im taking you home, and fucking you real mean , baby" he groans. 

My cunt fucking spasms, the filthy promise he makes , sending me free falling and cumming hard on his cock. 

"mine" he growls as I cum. "God, you're fucking mine Milkshake" 

He groans louder, his cum spilling into me, my pussy still fucking losing it's everloving mind on this mans cock as he busts inside of me. 

His hips thrust once more as he breathes hard, cursing and dropping his head and biting my shoulder as his pulsing dick rests inside of me. I hiss as his teeth sink into my skin, marking me again as he finishes. 

"I gave you my number for a fucking reason Ava, and I expect you to use it from now on. Got it?" he breathes and I whimper as I nod, both of us panting and making noises as we come down. 

"Whether you think I can or not...I've claimed you Milkshake. You're mine, and only fuckin mine now, got it?" 

"yes" I answer.

"Say it" he growls in my ear.

"I'm yours Tyson" I whimper softly. His lips press into my hair and he exhales hard. 

"You're gonna fucking ruin me Milkshake" he says softly, words Im not sure he even meant to speak outloud , but they definitely were words meant for me. Just words for himself, and my pussy clenches aet hte idea of being able to have the power to ruin a man like this.