Jax spotted the shy Asian girl the second she walked into the bar, all small frame and nervous glances, her black hair falling over one eye like she wanted to hide. She ordered a cheap beer and nursed it at the end of the counter, shoulders hunched. Jax finished her whiskey, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and crossed the room in her scuffed boots and leather vest. No small talk. She planted one hand on the bar beside the girl and leaned in close. “You’re wet just from being looked at, aren’t you? Name’s Jax. You’re coming with me.”
The girl’s cheeks burned red. “I… I’m Mei,” she whispered. Jax didn’t ask twice. She grabbed Mei’s wrist and pulled her outside to the Harley parked under the streetlight. Mei climbed on behind her without a word, arms shaking as they wrapped around Jax’s waist. The engine roared and they tore through the city until Jax pulled into a cheap motel lot. She killed the bike, hauled Mei off, and shoved her through the door of the room she’d already paid for.
Inside, Jax slammed the door and backed Mei against it. “Strip. Now.” Mei’s fingers fumbled with her blouse buttons. Jax didn’t wait. She yanked the shirt open, buttons popping, and shoved the bra up so Mei’s small tits spilled out. “Look at these nipples already hard for me.” Jax pinched one hard, twisting until Mei gasped. “On your knees, Asian girl. Show me that mouth.”
Mei dropped fast, eyes wide but pupils blown. Jax unzipped her jeans and pulled out the thick black strap-on she’d already buckled on before the bar. “Suck it like you mean it.” Mei opened her lips and Jax thrust forward, gripping the back of her head and fucking her throat in short, rough strokes. Spit ran down Mei’s chin. Jax watched her eyes water and smiled. “That’s it. Take every inch. You’re my little cocksucker tonight.”
After a minute Jax hauled her up by the hair and spun her around. She bent Mei over the edge of the bed, yanked her jeans and panties down to her ankles, and kicked her feet apart. Mei’s pussy was shaved smooth and already glistening. Jax dragged two fingers through the slick folds. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Knew you were a dirty little slut under all that shyness.” She pushed three fingers in without warning, knuckle-deep, and started pumping hard. Mei moaned into the mattress, hips jerking.
Jax added a fourth finger and curled them, hitting that spot that made Mei’s thighs shake.
“Beg for it.” Mei’s voice came out broken. “Please… fuck me harder.” Jax laughed low and pulled her fingers out, wiping them on Mei’s ass. She lined up the strap-on and drove in to the hilt in one thrust. Mei cried out. Jax grabbed her hips and pounded her, leather vest creaking, the wet slap of skin loud in the room. Every stroke bottomed out, the base of the harness grinding against Mei’s clit on the backswing.
She reached around and rubbed Mei’s swollen clit in tight circles. “Come on my cock. Do it now.” Mei’s whole body locked up, pussy clenching hard around the thick silicone as she came with a strangled whimper. Jax didn’t stop. She kept fucking her through it, then flipped her onto her back, shoved her legs wide, and buried her face between them. Her tongue was rough and relentless, licking from hole to clit, sucking the swollen bud until Mei’s hands fisted the sheets and she came again, thighs clamping around Jax’s head.
Jax stood, wiped her mouth, and stripped off her own clothes. Her body was solid muscle, tattoos across her chest and stomach. She climbed onto the bed, straddled Mei’s face, and lowered her dripping cunt onto the girl’s mouth. “Eat. Don’t stop until I say.” Mei licked eagerly, tongue working Jax’s clit while Jax ground down, riding her face with short, dirty rolls of her hips. Jax came with a guttural groan, flooding Mei’s mouth, then slid down and kissed her hard, tasting herself on Mei’s tongue.
She flipped Mei onto her stomach again, pulled her hips up, and sank the strap-on back inside her. This time she went slower, deeper, one hand fisted in Mei’s hair, the other reaching under to pinch her nipples. “You’re mine tonight. Say it.” Mei’s voice was hoarse. “I’m yours.” Jax fucked her like that until Mei came a third time, then pulled out and made her lick the toy clean.
Later, Jax lay back with a cigarette while Mei curled against her side, still trembling. Jax ran a possessive hand down her back. “You’re riding home with me tomorrow. And every weekend after that.” Mei nodded, shy smile hidden against Jax’s shoulder. The night wasn’t over. Jax stubbed out the smoke, rolled on top of her again, and reached for the cuffs in her vest pocket. Mei’s eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away. Jax grinned and snapped the metal around her wrists. “Good girl. Now spread those legs wider.”
