Mason:Inked Reapers MC(106)

Brea must have noticed as she put down her tub of popcorn and turned  towards him, her nose grazing his neck before she began to playfully  pepper it with kisses. Miles groaned again, louder this time. As Brea  kissed his neck, her hands began to travel towards the zipper on his  jeans. Miles leaned back, loving how sensual her kisses felt against his  neck. He didn't even care if she gave him a hickey it just felt so  good.



She undid his zipper and reached into his boxers. He was already hard when her hand found his dick.



"Good boy," she purred into his ear approvingly. Miles grinned widely  and tried not to cry out in delight. He'd sensed that there was  something special about Brea. Most girls would insist on having an  entire date before giving in to their desires but not Brea. She was  brave enough to go after what she wanted, to give into the heat that  sizzled between them. And the heat was undeniable. Miles struggled to  think about anything other than Brea since their first meeting in the  tattoo parlor.



With her hand still on his dick, Brea slid off her chair and dropped to  her knees beside Miles. He held his breath in anticipation, watching her  maneuver herself in the shadows so that her mouth was directly above  his pink, throbbing cock. It felt full of a thousand nerve endings as he  imagined how good it be to have her mouth wrapped around it. Brea  glanced up at him, smiling sexily before lowering her head. She took his  dick into her mouth, letting her tongue press against it.



Miles squeezed the armrests tight and leaned back, closing his eyes in  delight. It felt amazing. Brea's head bobbed as she suckled and teased  his erection. It felt so good that Miles knew he wouldn't be able to  last very long. He tried to slow down his breathing to delay his climax,  not wanting Brea to stop.



Tipping forward on her knees Brea pressed her mouth further down on his  dick and Miles gasped in delighted awe. She was taking the full length  of him, positioning herself that as she deep throated him she wouldn't  gag. Miles felt dizzy with the desire to cum. He'd never experienced  anything like it in his life. All the women he'd been with, none had  ever been able to satisfy him like this. And Brea looked so sweet and  innocent. That juxtaposed against her sexual appetite and ferocity was  the hottest thing Miles had ever known. After almost a minute of being  deep throated he came, shuddering in his seat as he released his load  directly into Brea's mouth. He wondered if she'd gag or make some sound  of revulsion. Instead she brushed off her knees, straightened her  t-shirt and ran a hand over her mouth as she sat back down beside him  and smiled innocently.



"Holy fuck," Miles gaped at her in shock. "That was like … that was the  hottest thing ever. Who are you? You're like the girl of my dreams."



Brea smiled contentedly before leaning against his broad shoulder and settling down to watch the rest of the movie.





Chapter 18



Every morning Brea woke up with a smile on her face. She hummed to  herself as she showered and spoke to the birds which gathered on the  window sill outside. She felt like she was in some Disney movie. Gone  were the sad cooped up days in her old home. She was finally free and  able to be herself. And she'd met a man who made her heart race, who let  her live out all her sexual fantasies without any judgment.



Digging into her bowl of cereal, Brea looked up at the map of the United  States which she'd hung above her sofa. It was something she'd picked  up in town a few days ago, along with some bright pink pins. The entire  map was dotted with pins as though the country had broken out with some  strange neon chicken pox. But each pin meant something  –  it represented a  place Brea wanted to visit. Now that she'd been brave enough to venture  out to Colridge she didn't just want to stop there. She wanted to see  the huge glass buildings of New York City, run along the beaches in  Miami and walk along the film stars' names in Los Angeles. She wanted to  see everything. She felt like the whole world had suddenly opened up to  her and she wanted to enjoy every part of it.                       
       
           



       





Chapter 19



"So this is it," Miles opened the door to his motel room, ashamed of how  modest it was inside. Brea deserved to be staying at five-star palaces,  not some shabby place that cost twenty bucks a night. But she walked  inside as if it were the Ritz, admiring the four small walls and  complimenting Miles on how nice he'd kept it.



"I like it," she concluded, hands on hips. Even in the small room she looked tiny, like an exquisite doll.



"I'm glad you like it," Miles nodded at her. His heart was already  racing, wondering how long it would be before he had her naked on the  bed with her legs spread. He got a semi just thinking about it.



Brea swiftly gave him his answers. She sexily maneuvered herself towards  him, unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing as she moved.



"What if I want to talk first?" Miles teased.



"Do you?" Brea cocked her head to one side, a smile pulling oat her soft lips.



"No," Miles growled the word as he pulled her to him and kissed her  deeply. Her tongue slid against his and desire within him grew, not to  mention his cock. As she shed her clothes, she went on to hastily  removed his jeans and t-shirt. It was the first time they had both been  completely naked together. Now all of his scars were on display but Brea  didn't mention them. Instead, she turned around and crawled up onto the  bed, curving her back and raising her ass in the air. Miles inhaled and  clenched his hands into fists. She was so sexy he thought he might  explode there and then.



Fully on the bed on all fours Brea glanced back at him, her hair tumbling into her eyes.



"What are you waiting for?"



Miles quickly joined her on the bed, positioning himself behind her. He  ran his hands over the perfect roundness of her ass. It was so soft and  perky. She gasped when he touched her, already aroused. Slowly he  reached for the warmth between her legs, pressing his thumb against her  clit. Brea groaned and he could feel her slick wetness against him,  making him even harder, which at this point, he didn't think was  possible, but she did that to him.



"Fuck me," Brea ordered breathlessly.



"Tell me how bad you want it," Miles ordered as a finger teasingly slid  up inside her. She was so wet and tight. Just perfect. He bit down on  his lip to stop himself crying out at the thought of it.



"I NEED you inside me," Brea panted. "I want you to fuck me hard, my bad boy."



Miles withdrew his hand and frowned. For only a second it aggrieved him  to be her bad boy. He wanted to be more. But then this was the part he'd  been groomed to play. He was the bad boy with the tattoos and the cocky  attitude. He rode into town on a motorcycle with a cloud of dust and  would soon disappear the same way. If Brea yearned for a bad boy, then  that was what she was going to get.



"Fuck me," Brea pleaded.



Miles gripped her hips and guided himself up into her. He groaned as his  dick became enveloped in her moist warmth. He began to push back and  forth, his eyes roaming over her perfect curves. Twice he smacked her  perfect ass, loving how when he did, she became even wetter and gasped  with delight.



"That's it," Brea cried out. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"



Miles entered her completely, almost climaxing as he did. She felt so  fucking tight. He fucked her hard, giving into his own desires. She  groaned and cried out beneath him and after a few minutes, shuddered as  she came. Miles tightened his grip on her and cried out in delight, the  sound escaping from him as he leaned back and filled the condom he'd  hastily put on.



Panting, they breathlessly collapsed side by side on the bed. Miles  could hear the drum beat of his own heart. Usually, this was the point  he'd made his excuses and ask her to leave. But all he wanted to do was  lie beside Brea until he fell asleep. So that's exactly what he did.





Chapter 20



"So what's this?" Miles gestured up towards the dotted map of America.  Brea leaned contentedly against his chest. They were on the floor of her  apartment, naked, except for the blanket which was now wrapped around  them.



It was the first time Miles had seen Brea's apartment. She'd had no  reservations about inviting him over. Everything with Miles felt so  natural, so safe. She loved how it felt to be in his arms, to feel as if  nothing and no one could ever hurt her.



"It's a map of America," Brea teased.



"I can see that," Miles gave her a playful nudge. "I'm wondering what all the little pins mean. Are they places you've been?"



"No," Brea wilted slightly against him. "They are places that I want to go."