Black Magic Woman

The boy was still putting up a fight. That was fine with Mako, just the way she liked it. She had good experience with breaking in people who needed a little education on the pecking order. Adrian wouldn't be any different.

Actually, on second thought, he'd be a lot different. She didn't want to fuck any of the girls in her gang when they stepped out of line. Still, the general principle was similar enough.

She let out a fierce growl as he slammed her into the door, hitting hard enough to knock out some of the already weakened hinges and making the screws scatter on the floor. Her noise was muffled by his kiss, echoing down his throat as he pinned her, their bodies pounding with insane rhythm. If any of the neighbors hadn't been woken up by the start of this commotion, they were definitely up now. She didn't fight him, not at first, just enjoyed the embrace and ground her hips again, trying to sate the aching lust in her sex. She needed these pants off in as immediate a fashion as humanely possible.

She grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head back. "Yeah. That's so." She hit him with a harsh head, pulling his face into it and trying her best to avoid those lovely, luscious lips of his.

Adrian, it was quickly becoming clear, would likely take quite a bit of 'education'. That is, if he was even tamable at all. But then again, this wouldn't likely have been half as much fun if he'd been nice an polite the entire time.

The doorframe, or the structure it attached to, was of little concern in that moment. As he pressed her roughly up against the wall, kissing her ferociously as if he was more beast than man. Each squeeze, scratch and punch only seemed to fuel the best inside. But he had no complaints. He had a beautiful, tough biker with her small, but sexy form coiled around him and squeezing like a snake. In fact, he'd been expecting another when he failed, once again, to comply to her demands.

His eyes moved to hers as she pulled back, finally breaking the kiss. He wasn't even bothering to struggle against her hold anymore now that it had been loosened... but then he realized why. For just be briefest moment, he thought she was moving back in for another kiss... but then her forehead crashed into his own hard. He was seeing starts then and stumbled a step or two into the room. In his daze, he tripped and as fate (and Mako) would have it, on the bed, still wrapped up tightly in her embrace

He'd fought hard, she had to give him that. Harder than most guys would have, if they'd have bothered stepping inside in the first place. But the result was inevitable. What Mako wants, Mako gets, and what Mako wanted was him. On the bed. With her on top.

She threw a hard hook into his face to make sure he stayed compliant, and slid down his body until they were hip to hip. Mako started a slow rocking motion, feeling his hardness even through the clothes. Back and forth. Back and forth. "Getting how this works, now?" She reached behind her back and started to undo her sports bra, panting with anticipation. Her first time, and she felt like a goddamn goddess.

"My roof. My rules. My man."

He fought hard, yes, and smiled the entire time. Especially when she was making it so enjoyable to do so. Granted, the punch and the headbutt had hurt like hell. He'd known what it was that she was looking for. And, having seen the look of victory and dominance written all over her face, he knew he was right where she wanted him. As she took the time to undo her sports bra, he clearly didn't care to wait, so he reached behind her, letting his hands brush up against the smooth skin of her lower back before grabbing the clasps on her sports bra and simply ripping them open before tossing the sports bra aside.

Finally, she'd begun revealing more of the sexy, petite body and it was waking something even more primal within him. The defiant beast within him couldn't help but be curious how she would deal with anyone challenging her dominance. As her punch went unblocked and split his lip at the corner of his mouth, he smiled defiantly. "Rules huh? Here's what I say about your rules." He grabbed her by the waist and flung her to the side roughly, attempting to roll with her and end up on top. "So much for that huh, little girl?" He teased as he leaned in to kiss her neck gently, just before biting the same spot. His hips began grinding between her legs as his body pressed closer into hers. A slow trail of kisses made their way down her neck and collar bone until his lips brushed lightly over her exposed breasts.

Mako gasped as he took the initiative and ripped her bra clean off, breaking into her dominant shell. She didn't mind all that much - while she wanted to be in control, she didn't want him to just lay there and take it like a lump, either. He had some life in him, still. Good. He'd be using all of it, if she had any say in the matter.

She started to reach down and unzip his pants, looking to start on the main attraction, but she underestimated just how defiant the guy would be and paid for it, her hair flying about as she was flipped on her back. Mako started to put up a struggle, getting ready to drill him with a few hard shots in the ribs, but his lips on her neck put that effort down, cold. She let out a low, rumbling grown that seemed to make the bed shake as the euphoria took her over, and his little bite made it even worse. His lips were going down, down, down, building anticipation with every peck, as she melted in his embrace.

"Yes..." Mako closed her eyes and her back arched for a moment, then slowly sagged down, deflating as the pleasure numbed her nerves. She grabbed the back of his head and gripped at his hair with both hands, tight enough to hold him place, but not tight enough to really hurt. "Just like that."

He had thought ripping her top off would have left and impression, and he wasn't disappointed in the least. This little game of dominance tug of war was a breath of fresh air compared to what he'd had with others in the past. He'd still been tired and sore from their match, of course, but if she wanted the dominant position, he was determined to make her work for it.

After having pinned her down to the bed, his the slow pecks along her chest slowed... and slowed teasingly, as he worked his way along the smoothe skin of her breast. The small kisses came ever closer to the center, his breath hot against her skin, but never quite reaching the destination. As he felt her fingers tangle themselves into his hair, he knew he'd found a secret weapon. Something to remember if they ever found themselves in the ring against eachother again. It seemed her resistance had completely faded.

As he worked, he finished the task of unzipping his pants before sliding his hands down her sides slowly, rounding her hips and reaching down to begin unclasping hers as well.

Damn, Mako was torn.

On one hand, she did want to be on top. That was her life, in a nutshell. Seizing control, making things work the way she wanted them to work. You get out and you take life by the reigns, dominate it and make it your bitch.The only real way to live.

On the other hand, Adrian had a magic fucking tongue.

On the surface, she told herself she was just letting him service her, do what he wanted for the moment, that she could take hold of him and flip him back if she wanted to. But, deep down, she knew better. She was putty under his touch, melting underneath him. She didn't have the strength to fight this, and she sure as hell didn't want to.

She shuddered as he undid her pants and the fresh air flowed down there. She gripped his hair tighter and brought it up, wanting to look him in the eye before they went on. "Tell me you want to be inside me." Her voice was rough as usual, but there was some longing in there, too. She wanted to hear it. She needed to.

A win in the ring, and an incoming win in bed, though they hadn't agreed to any particular contest... He had a habit of making everything into a competition, even if his 'opponent' did not. Once he'd undone her pants, his hands drifted once again. Downward, along her sides, feeling the smooth skin beneath his rough, calloused hands. They continued to wander, rounding her firm bottom as he grabbed onto her belt-line before pulling her pants down around her thighs, exposing her panties and the smooth skin of her muscular legs. Once he'd relieved her of them, he gripped her thighs tightly, roughly pulling her legs up along his sides to bring her in closer.

He winced just a bit when her hands gripped into his hair tighter and met her eyes with that same defiant smile, though his eyes did wander to her exposed chest for a short moment before returning. And, then she gave another order, awakening his inner rebel once again.

"Another order huh?" He asked with a defiant smirk. "Make me." He said, once again, curious to see how she'd respond.

Oh, goddamn it. She was giving him the keys to the kingdom. She was underneath him, squirming, topless, with only some skimpy underwear to keep her from being as naked as the day she was born. What more did he need. A written invitation? 'You're cordially invited to fuck my brains out!'

His defiance lit a spark, deep down, and whatever softness she'd been letting on was immediately push to the side and stomped on a curb. She took on hand off his hair, only to bring her arm down and smash him in the side of his head with an elbow to the temple. She pulled him down jammed their faces together, gave him a kiss that was almost a bite. Her teeth scrapped across his lip, like she was threatening to bite them clean off if he kept playing games.

"Fuck. Me." She snarled, her eyes full of feral fury. In the next few minutes, they were going to be losing some body fluids. White or red, his choice.

And that had been just it. He liked her best when she was she took on that feral quality. She was wild, untamed, and he couldn't get enough of it. And, he'd learned quickly that challenging that dominant nature of hers was, by far, the best way to bring it out in her. He had no doubt, that if he denied her again, that he'd have another real fight on his hands. A tempting thought... but he'd already taken a lot of damage from their fight and was about to take more, regardless.

And then, a flash of pain as he took an elbow to the side of the head, nearly turning out the lights. He found himself dazed and at her mercy then as she smashed their faces together. They kissed fiercely, and he winced a bit as she captured his bottom lip between her teeth.

The throbbing pain in his head helped him make the decision to give her this victory. His hands slid down her sides, around her hips and along her smooth thighs as he pulled them around his waist before finally thrusting himself into her.