Mason_ Inked Reapers MC(1)(8)

She yelled out as she orgasmed. Her pussy clenched around me, pulling my cock further into her and I gave her want she needed. I drove into her hard, unrelenting as I continued to stroke her clit. Her hands fisted, she let go of her knees and her eyes widened as the ripples of her orgasm tore through her. My own release came just as she began to float down.



Growling, I plowed into her. Slamming my cock into her still convulsing pussy. She screamed again, and I knew she was coming again. I’d dragged another one from her. Wrapping my arms around her legs, I dragged her forward, yanked her legs open as my cock erupted inside of her. My vision blurred, my ears rang. All that I could feel was the heat of her pussy milking every drop of cum from me.



As my vision returned to me, and my breathing slowed I focused in on her. She had her head turned away from me, looking off into the distance. Gently, I nudged her chin until she looked up at me, her eyes soft and hazed. “Hey, there.” I kissed her nose, her cheek, her chin.



She didn’t say anything, but wrapped her arms around me. Her arms felt soft, warm, and wonderful. “Hey, yourself.” She finally smiled. I laughed and rolled off, yanking the condom off and heading to the bathroom to clean up.



When I returned to the room, she was snuggled under the comforter. I sank into bed behind her, pulling her up to me. The smell of her was intoxicating. Like homemade cookies right out of the oven. I nuzzled her neck, kissed her ear. I told myself I’d leave in a minute.



When I woke up, it was to rays of sunshine beating on my face. I looked around the room and quickly realized I’d broken my own rule. I’d slept over. Lying beside Lucy hadn’t just been nice, it felt damn comfortable, like home. I remembered waking her up sometime in the darkness of the night and fucking her again. She’d been so beautiful with the moonlight shining into her room.



“Hey, you’re awake.” Lucy’s soft voice came from the bathroom doorway. She stood with her short hair brushed back from her face, still wet from her shower it dripped onto her shoulders. The towel she clutched in front of her covered everything I wanted to see, but I didn’t make her drop it. I needed to get the hell out of there, I’d already overstayed.



“Yeah. That sun’s brutal.” I jerked a thumb at her window and rolled out of bed. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked naked around her room, looking for my jeans. I was used to women getting their fill of me, I didn’t spend all those hours at the gym just because I wanted to be healthy.



“You get used it.” She stepped around me while I pulled my jeans on and went to her closet.



I watched her as she pulled a floral printed spring dress from her closet. She kept her back to me, as she dropped the towel. I only got a quick glimpse of her beautiful ass before the dress slipped over her head and covered her again. She scooped up the towel and tossed it onto the bed.



“Plans for today?” I asked, not knowing why I would. I was out of my element. No girl stayed for morning chat, and I sure as hell never had.



“Nothing exciting.” She shrugged. I saw her glance my way, but kept her gaze guarded. The fire wasn’t alive in her eyes anymore, a sadness had crept in.



“How’d you end up with the Disciples? You don’t look like their usual type.” I pulled on my boots while watching her brush her hair at the dresser, still keeping her eyes off me.



“A friend of mine was dating Marcus.”



“Was dating?”



“They broke up.” She looked at me then, through the reflection of the mirror. “He wouldn’t stop sticking his dick in anything that moved, and she wanted better.” I could see the accusation sitting in her gaze. There was no love for the MC in her eyes. What the fuck was she doing there then?



“You know, club..uh… girls don’t have stick around if they don’t want. They aren’t patched. Why didn’t you go with your friend?” I slid my arms into my cut, adjusting the fit and staring at her in the reflection. A soft blush crept up her neck and she broke our stare, looking out the window.



“I’m no club whore.” She whispered. “They have choices.”



What the fuck did that mean? Before I could question her more, a knock on her door interrupted me. She unlocked it and had a quiet conversation with whoever was on the other side of it. When she turned back to me, with the door closed again, her face had paled slightly. She rebounded quick, though, pushing her chin up and squaring her shoulders.



“So where’s your friend now? She just left you behind?” My question caught her off guard, she took a moment to think about what I was asking her.