Mason:Inked Reapers MC(7)

       
           



       



I melted right into him. His lips burned me with an intensity that  dragged me from coherent thought. I lifted my arms to put them around  his neck, but he captured them, not breaking off the kiss, and pinned  them behind my back. Our bodies pressed more firmly together, his  erection pressing against my hip. I had never been kissed with so much  heat and desire before.



He pulled away, giving my lips one last small lick as he did so, and  buried his gaze into mine. His hands slid up into my hair, holding my  head firmly in place. He'd had a drink before he came to me, I could  smell the whiskey on his breath. But he wasn't' drunk. No, far from it.  This man was all control, every ounce of him.



"Take off your clothes." He growled, not letting go of my hair. I  searched his eyes, sure he was joking. If he didn't let go of me, how  the hell was I supposed to do what he said?



"You'll let have to loosen your grip, there big boy." I grinned and  moved my hands to his wrists. He gave me a little shake. Not hard, but  with enough force for me to know who was in charge again, and it sure as  hell wasn't me. I would have screamed at him, if my cheeks didn't heat  up with a blush and my body would stop reacting to his macho man act. It  was no act, though. I could see that. He only knew one way, his way.



"Figure it out." He gave a casual shrug.



When I didn't move, he pulled on my hair. "Ow, stop it." I swung my foot  at him, but made no contact. Instead, he spun me around and pushed me  over the side of my bed. Before I could struggle, he had my yoga pants  pulled down to my knees and was applying hard slaps to both of my ass  cheeks. I wiggled, I bucked, I tried to push up, but his hand just kept  falling and igniting a fire in my backside. "Okay! Okay!" I felt tears  in my eyes, but it was the wetness between my legs that had me more  concerned.



"Okay, what?" He stopped punishing my ass and ran his hand over my hot  skin. I hadn't worn panties, I wish I'd worn panties. If he moved his  fingers a little further down, he'd know how hot he was really making  me.



"I'll take my clothes off." I couldn't look over my shoulder at him, he  still had one fist in my hair, pushing me down on the mattress.



"Yes, you will." He gave me another half dozen swats to my already  tender ass before pulling me back to my feet. "Does your ass hurt?" His  snarling grin should have frightened me, I'd seen similar expressions on  the members just before they beat the hell out of their prey.



"Yes," I answered with my chin thrust up at him. His smile widened.



"Good. Now, do what I said and take your clothes off."



I managed to kick out of my pants since they were already nearly at my  ankles, but my shirt was a challenge. I slid my arms out of the sleeves  and wiggled it up around my neck. Figuring he'd have to move his hand, I  looked up at him. An arched brow answered my question and I left my  shirt dangling around my neck. My bra unclasped easily enough and slid  down my arms, but I still had no idea about what to do about my shirt.  He finally saw reason and let go of my head, and yanked the shirt over  for me.



"Get on the bed, spread your legs." He nodded toward my bed. I managed  to climb into position, but kept my legs closed. He hadn't even taken  off his shirt yet. "What did I say? Is everything going to be a  challenge with you today?" He bent over and easily pried my legs open,  shoving my knees toward my chest. Before I could give a good come back,  he slapped the insides of my thighs twice.



"Aagh!" I wanted to shut my legs, but he gripped my knees and peered down at me.



"I forgot my ropes again." He gave me a wink that told me if he ever did  get around to bringing those around, I would be in serious trouble. "So  you'll have to be a really good girl and keep your legs open for me. If  you don't, if you move, there's going to be consequences." A strand of  blond hair fell in front of his forehead, giving him a slightly less  menacing look, but not enough to tempt me to disobey.



"Okay." I nodded. His hands felt warm on my knees, and I wanted him to  move them down my thighs, lower still until he was touching all of me.



He slid back on the bed, until his face was only a breath away from my  pussy and I squirmed just at the thought of what he was going to do. No  man had put his mouth there in months, maybe years. I didn't even  remember when my last boyfriend was, relationships and I didn't mix  well.



I looked down the length of my body at where he looked up at me. He gave  me another wink before leaning forward and sucking my already tender  clit into his mouth. I thrust my fingers into my own hair, clutching my  locks as his tongue swirled all around me. He licked between my labia,  down to my entrance. He circled my opening and smiled up at me when I  tried to arch up and get his tongue inside of me. I needed him inside.  How could this man make me so damn hot for him with such little effort?                       
       
           



       



A groan burned my throat as he continued to do horribly delicious things  with his tongue on my pussy. He slid one finger to my pussy, rimming my  entrance, but still denying me the satisfaction I craved. "Please,  Mason." I finally moaned. I was beyond caring about my pride. The man  was doing horrible things to my insides, and if I didn't have him inside  me soon, it was possible I was going to combust.



"Ahh, not yet, babe." He sucked my clit into his mouth again, with his  tongue flicking it along the way. How did he think I would last much  longer?



"Oh, god. I'm going to come." I sat halfway up, needing more pressure, more of everything.



"No, you're not." He completely pulled away. No fingers touching me, no  tongue dancing over my clit, and nothing inside of me still. He slowly  pulled his cut over his arms and tossed it on the dresser. He yanked off  his shirt by the neckline, revealing again, his hard abs and the many  tattoos running over his body. I wanted to lick him, to taste the  saltiness of his skin.



He slid out of his jeans and tossed them to the floor as well. As he  climbed back up onto the bed, I noticed he rolled a condom over her  thick shaft. Just a job, I told myself, but I was a liar. I wanted him.  Bad.



The head of his cock toyed with my slit, rubbing up and down but never  fully entering me. I arched my hips, but he pushed them back to the bed.  "You move when I say move, Got it?" The firm order was given, but I  could see as much desire in his eyes as I felt tingling in my body.



"Yes." Not sure what to do with my hands, I reached up and touched his  chest. His muscles rippled beneath my fingertips. I traced his pecs,  down to his abs and further down, hoping to wrap my fingers around his  cock. But he laughed.



"I'm not that easy, baby." He grasped my wrists and pinned them at my  sides. With one thrust he was inside me. I cried out from the fullness.  God, he was so big. I may be the club's personal fuck toy, but not many  of the guys bothered with me for sex. My body wasn't' used to being so  damn full. "Fuck." I heard him growl then start to move again, pulling  out and pushing back in harder. I pulled my knees up. I needed more of  him, the pain mixed with the intense pleasure of his cock ramming into  me, both confused and excited me.



His hands still held down my wrists, and my legs were still high in the  air, I had no leverage I couldn't' move. I could only take what he gave,  and he kept giving so fucking much. "Please, Mason. Please." I begged,  but I had no idea what I wanted. I needed more, more pain, more  pleasure, more of everything.



"I know what you need, baby." He smiled down at me and released my right  wrist. "Touch yourself for me. Play with that little clit of yours  while I fuck you."



I found my clit with my fingers and rubbed hard, circling the wet nub as  he continued to plow into me. His hands were on my breasts, pulling at  my nipples. The burn moved down into my belly and lower still to where  everything was building. I needed to come. "Please, Mason. I have to  come." Our eyes locked, but he didn't answer me, just continued to fuck  me senseless.



He asked me a question, but I was far away, not hearing or understanding  him. My fingers moved faster, he pumped harder. "Baby, tell me, tell me  why I should let you come." His words finally came to me.



"I have to."



"No, you don't. I can pull out and leave you wanting. Tell me, baby,  tell my why." He didn't stop moving, his body slapped against me as he  continued to fuck me.



"I've been good. I'll be good." I would have promised him almost anything at that moment, I was so close to exploding. "Please."