Mason: Inked Reapers MC Read Online Free
Author: Heather West
He seemed to drink me in.
“Let’s see what we have here.” He pulled the panties over my hips and down my legs. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, trying to corral all of the rambling thoughts in my head. How could his touch have such an effect on me?
His hand slid in between my legs, and he wiggled it. “Open.” One word. One simple command, and I was helpless to disobey. My feet slid apart, as he’d already removed my panties. How’d he do that? “Ahh, here it is.” His hand rubbed against my sex. I was already wet, I could feel it and now he would, too. The grunt of approval only fueled the fire inside of me.
With one hand wrapped around my waist holding me in place, he began to stroke me. Fingers slid between my lips, rubbing my wetness over my folds. “So wet.” He kissed my thigh, and I nearly buckled beneath the tenderness of it. Next, his teeth bit into me, the same place as his kiss and I cried out. Bending over and steadying myself on his shoulders. He growled and bit me again.
“Fuck.” I groaned when his tongue licked the spot where his teeth marks now sat.
“Oh, such a dirty mouth.” He chuckled and began to move his hand quicker, rubbing me harder. My clit responded quickly to the touches, by wanting more. I pushed my hips toward him, looking for that connection, for that little bit of relief. But he wasn’t done with me. His hands disappeared and he stood up, grinning at me like a cat who’d just caught the damn canary. He wiped the hair away from my face, tucking the short strands behind my ear. “There, that’s the look I like.” I had no idea what look he was referring to, only that he seemed pleased and in return, my thighs became damper with my desire. “What did I say you were to do when I finished undressing you?”
Keeping my eyes glued to his I slid down to my knees, looking up at him. Those eyes. I could tumble deep into those eyes if he wanted me to.
CHAPTER THREE
MASON
The girl Jayson handed over to me for the night knelt before me, her light brown eyes peering up at me. My dick wanted out of my pants, and it wouldn’t wait much longer. When I had first seen her in the lounge, she’d looked a little nervous, but when Jayson announced she was mine for the night, I could see her stiffen. Even if she was a bit nervous having me in her room, she didn’t show it.
I’ve fucked club whores at other clubhouses before, and they’d all come willingly with me to ride my cock to oblivion. Not this girl. This girl looked like she’d just been told to clean the toilets. At least, she tried to hide her annoyance, but I didn’t want a woman who would tolerate me in her bed. I wanted my women soft, pliable, out of control. Submissive. It didn't take long to get her there, to pull her from where she felt safe and in control, to the pool of warmth before me. She could try to deny it, but her eyes gave her away. She wanted to please me, she wanted my touches, and she wanted to fuck me.
“That’s a good girl.” I stroked her head as I unbuckled my belt with one hand. I managed to unbutton and unzip my pants while keeping my hand on her. The connection, small as it may be, pacified her. She leaned into my palm, although I’d bet a million bucks that she had no idea she was even doing it.
Her eyes widened when my cock popped out in front of her, bobbing right before her lips. Those perfectly pink, pouty lips. I pushed my jeans down further and pressed the tip of my dick to her mouth. “Open for me, beautiful.” I pressed down on her jaw opening her mouth wide for me.
I pushed forward, feeling the heat of her tongue under my cock as I moved back. She wouldn’t be able to take all of me, not unless she knew what she was doing. Something about her told
“Let’s see what we have here.” He pulled the panties over my hips and down my legs. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, trying to corral all of the rambling thoughts in my head. How could his touch have such an effect on me?
His hand slid in between my legs, and he wiggled it. “Open.” One word. One simple command, and I was helpless to disobey. My feet slid apart, as he’d already removed my panties. How’d he do that? “Ahh, here it is.” His hand rubbed against my sex. I was already wet, I could feel it and now he would, too. The grunt of approval only fueled the fire inside of me.
With one hand wrapped around my waist holding me in place, he began to stroke me. Fingers slid between my lips, rubbing my wetness over my folds. “So wet.” He kissed my thigh, and I nearly buckled beneath the tenderness of it. Next, his teeth bit into me, the same place as his kiss and I cried out. Bending over and steadying myself on his shoulders. He growled and bit me again.
“Fuck.” I groaned when his tongue licked the spot where his teeth marks now sat.
“Oh, such a dirty mouth.” He chuckled and began to move his hand quicker, rubbing me harder. My clit responded quickly to the touches, by wanting more. I pushed my hips toward him, looking for that connection, for that little bit of relief. But he wasn’t done with me. His hands disappeared and he stood up, grinning at me like a cat who’d just caught the damn canary. He wiped the hair away from my face, tucking the short strands behind my ear. “There, that’s the look I like.” I had no idea what look he was referring to, only that he seemed pleased and in return, my thighs became damper with my desire. “What did I say you were to do when I finished undressing you?”
Keeping my eyes glued to his I slid down to my knees, looking up at him. Those eyes. I could tumble deep into those eyes if he wanted me to.
CHAPTER THREE
MASON
The girl Jayson handed over to me for the night knelt before me, her light brown eyes peering up at me. My dick wanted out of my pants, and it wouldn’t wait much longer. When I had first seen her in the lounge, she’d looked a little nervous, but when Jayson announced she was mine for the night, I could see her stiffen. Even if she was a bit nervous having me in her room, she didn’t show it.
I’ve fucked club whores at other clubhouses before, and they’d all come willingly with me to ride my cock to oblivion. Not this girl. This girl looked like she’d just been told to clean the toilets. At least, she tried to hide her annoyance, but I didn’t want a woman who would tolerate me in her bed. I wanted my women soft, pliable, out of control. Submissive. It didn't take long to get her there, to pull her from where she felt safe and in control, to the pool of warmth before me. She could try to deny it, but her eyes gave her away. She wanted to please me, she wanted my touches, and she wanted to fuck me.
“That’s a good girl.” I stroked her head as I unbuckled my belt with one hand. I managed to unbutton and unzip my pants while keeping my hand on her. The connection, small as it may be, pacified her. She leaned into my palm, although I’d bet a million bucks that she had no idea she was even doing it.
Her eyes widened when my cock popped out in front of her, bobbing right before her lips. Those perfectly pink, pouty lips. I pushed my jeans down further and pressed the tip of my dick to her mouth. “Open for me, beautiful.” I pressed down on her jaw opening her mouth wide for me.
I pushed forward, feeling the heat of her tongue under my cock as I moved back. She wouldn’t be able to take all of me, not unless she knew what she was doing. Something about her told
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