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~Mason~
“Yeah, God is right,” I whispered at her ear, making her tremble.
Our gazes clashed as I looked down at her. Any trace of that soft innocence I usually saw from her was gone. Now all I could see was need. Her bright, blue eyes were begging me to take her for a rough and wild ride. To take her how I knew she’d never been taken before and never fucking would again. She still had hold of her sexy-as-sin dress, flashing her scrap of panties, and she was killing me every second she spent rubbing her thighs together. Goddamn. She was already warm and wet for me and I hadn’t even touched her yet. My cock was hard as steel from her little strip show and now it was threatening to tear through my fucking jeans as she writhed against the wall.
So much for my iron will of control holding up around her. All that’d been shot to hell tonight. That taste of her in the parking lot had been my first step down the road to hell. Her strip show had been the final straw. There was no turning back. All my blood was running south. I was a goner. She’d pushed me too far. The gloves were off—everything else be damned.
“Mine,” I growled, fisting my hands in her hair.
I grasped her flimsy jacket in both my hands and jerked it down her arms, ripping it from her body.
“Mason,” she breathed.
Hearing her say my name like that was almost too much to take. “Fucking beautiful, Luce.”
I fused my mouth to hers, tasting her sweet lips. I didn’t wait for an invitation this time, before forcing my tongue into her mouth, and jerking her head roughly to the side with my grip on her hair. She whimpered, tensing for a second or two, before relaxing into it and submitting to my will. Good girl. I feasted on her and she gave it right back to me like the little fireball she was proving to be. I’d always known Luce had fire in other ways. I’d just never figured sexually all she’d need was a little revving up and she’d turn into a wildfire. Jesus Christ, she was something else.
As I angled her head with another rough jerk, a moan slipped from her, hitting me right in the dick. She started bucking against me like a wild animal, her hips moving frantically, as she tried to rub her pussy against my rock hard cock. She worked fast when she was desperate, cuz the next thing I knew, her fingers were clutching at my belt and battling to rip the damn thing open. I smirked against her lips. Mmm, not yet, babe.
Catching her wrists, I wrenched them up above her head and pinned them with one hand. She mewed and groaned into my mouth and stepped up her grinding torment. She had a long way to go if she thought that was gonna make me lose control and give in to her. She had no idea how much control I had in these situations. But she was gonna learn.
I pulled my mouth from hers and shook my head at her. “Stay still.”
She screwed up her face. “But, I—”
“No. I’m in control. Still. Now.”
I watched her hesitate for a moment, but then she stopped bucking and slumped against the wall.
“Good. Now… you move, I punish you. Got it?”
Her eyes bulged. “Uh… what?”
“Want me to stop?”
“No.”
“Then, we good here?”
She nodded. “No moving. Yeah.”
“Good girl. Just relax and let me explore this sexy body of yours.”
She chewed on her bottom lip and gave me the most erotic look I’d ever seen in my life, as she stayed still against the wall. Fuck me, she was so ready for me.
I let go of her hands. “Keep them there.”
Stepping back, I grabbed the hem of her dress and dragged it up over her thighs, past her hot little panties. I heard her panting as I lifted it higher still, until I was jerking it over her tits and resting it just under her chin, the elasticated material holding it up there nicely. I took in the delicious sight of her exposed to me in her bra and panties. So beautiful. Soft, creamy skin. A perfect hourglass figure. She was a real woman with a real shape, none of that rake-thin crap that turned me off. Heaven.
I leaned into her and trailed my tongue over the tops of her tits, just above the cups of her bra. She gasped sharply and I felt her body tense, like she was fighting not to move. I kept it up for a bit, torturing her, seeing how far I could push her. She impressed me, holding out, not moving a muscle.
“Good girl,” I told her. “You want a reward?”
“Yes!”
“Ask nicely, little darlin’.”
I peeled down the cups of her bra, exposing her large, perky tits.
“Please! Please, Mason!”
That was more like it. She was learning real quick.
I smirked at her. And then, without giving her warning, I plunged my hand into her panties, two fingers zoning in on her clit like a heat-seeking missile. The second I hit my target, she bucked wildly against my hand, squealing like a banshee.
“S-sorry,” she murmured, realizing she’d moved.
“Shh,” I soothed, rolling her clit between my fingers, which had her riding my hand and biting down on her lip. “Part of your reward is moving until I tell you to stop.”
Her eyes lit up and I felt her let herself go.
I played her pussy, forcing the reactions I wanted from her, building her up, then cooling her back down, until she was panting and writhing in heat. She was drenched, her juices soaking my fingers. Her cheeks were flushed, she was sweating and her hair was a wild mess from her throwing her head back over and over in pleasure. When I could feel her coming close to the edge again, I pulled my hand out of her panties. She groaned and tried to grab for it. “Back into position,” I commanded.
Frowning at me and looking pissed, she raised her hands above her head again.
“Mason—”
I gave her pussy a slap, hard enough to sting.
Her eyes shot wide and she gasped.
“I gave you a reward real early on. You didn’t have to do much to earn it either. Now you’re being ungrateful. I’m going easy this first time, but I can change that. Maybe too much easy reward isn’t good for you? Hmm?”
She started shaking her head hard. “No, it’s… thank you.” Confusion filled her eyes. “I just… uh…”
When Luce was confused, her eyes shifted back and forth real fast. It was the cutest thing. Hell, the only time a rough fucker like me would ever even think to call something “cute” was when it came to her. It pulled me out of my dominant mindset for a moment and I reached out and cupped her cheek. “Just overwhelming? That it, Luce?”
She smiled up at me, nodding. “Yeah.”
“You okay?” I searched her face, needing to make sure.
She licked her lips real slow, giving me a sly wink. “Hell, yeah.”
Little minx.
“Then you won’t mind me doing this?” I took her panties in my hand and twisted the front. Prying her pussy lips apart with my fingers, I slid the twisted fabric between her parted folds. She gasped as I released her wet lips, the fabric settling underneath.
“How about this?” I started to drag the fabric back and forth, so she could feel the burn of the friction against her clit.
“Ah!” she cried. “Mason, I can’t… I can’t keep still! It’s too much! Please!”
I ignored her, pushing harder. “Mmm… you’re so fucking wet. You know that? Your sexy little panties are soaked. It’s dripping down your thighs. That sweet little clit is throbbing. So swollen, isn’t she?”
“Oh God! Mason, please!”
“Spread your legs wider.”
Whimpering, she shuffled her feet and did as I commanded. It had her screaming in an instant, cuz it opened her up to me, making her all the more sensitive. Just how I wanted her. Right on the edge.
When her legs began trembling, I knew she was close to coming.
I gave her panties one rough tug forward, tearing the fabric from her body. She slumped against the wall, pain in her eyes that I’d denied her another orgasm. Just wait, babe. When I let you go off, it’ll be worth it. But this time she didn’t complain, didn’t try to fight me on it. She was a fast learner. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never been with a woman like her. She was… perfect.
I wet two fingers in her juices and held them up to her mouth. “Open, little darlin’. Give them a good suck. Show me what you’ve got.”
Her lips parted and I thrust my fingers into her mouth. Not too deep, cuz it was her first time with me. Baby steps. But the way she started lapping at them with so much enthusiasm had my cock going wild in my jeans. Holy hell, that tongue of hers! Where had that come from?
I managed to get a hold of myself and dragged the fingers of my other hand through her pussy. I pushed my index finger inside her, but I was stopped almost right away. Jesus Christ, she was tight. I twisted it, pushing in and out, stretching her, until I slid in deep. I did the same with the second. Then I was pumping into her, easy at first. Luce grunted, squeezing her eyes shut and clamping down hard on my fingers, even with my gentle thrusts.
I pulled my fingers from her mouth. “Something you want to tell me?”
“Like what?”
I thrust into her hard. “About that, Luce.”
She was grimacing as she answered, “Just… I’m not as experienced as you.”
“As experienced? Is that all?”
“Yep.”
“All right.”
I dropped to my knees.
“Feel free to move like hell, little darlin’. Believe me, you’re gonna want to.”
I buried my face in her pussy. I toyed with her clit, teasing it with several rapid-fire flicks. And then I drew it into my mouth. At the same time, I was thrusting deeper and rougher inside her. Luce’s moans and groans were like a soundtrack to my sweet torture of her. But when I began suckling on her little clit, all I heard was what sounded like one long wild wail. Her fingers drove into my hair, tugging hard and desperate, holding me to her pussy. She shuddered, shrieking and shrieking until her hot, wetness hit my tongue as she came, jerking against my face, over and over and fucking over.
Now, that was one hell of an orgasm.
She slumped against me and I rose up, scooping her into my arms.
“Where’s your bedroom?”
Lifting her head and glancing around dazedly, she pointed to a door on the far left wall. I strode over there, brushing her sweat-drenched hair out of her face as we went.
“Oh my God. That was amazing,” she breathed, gazing up at me in wonder.
I smiled down at her. “Just foreplay, Luce.”
Reaching her door, I kicked it open. She slapped her hand to the light switch and the room flooded with light. Boxes. Boxes everywhere. Covering her room. I zoned in on the queen-sized bed in the far left corner. I also caught sight of her jewelry work hanging from makeshift hangers by a desk stacked with boxes near a window on the other side of the room. I headed over to the bed.
“What’s with all the boxes?”
“Uh… inventory and stuff. I’m ready to launch my jewelry business finally.”
“That’s amazing, Luce. I’m happy for you,” I said, giving her a squeeze.
She smiled back at me shyly, the look she always got when somebody gave her a compliment. “Thanks.”
I dropped her on the bed and she scrambled to right herself.
I shook off my cut and draped it carefully over a random chair I found nearby. My cut was my pride and joy. It wasn’t something I’d ever just toss on the floor. I turned back to her and ripped my shirt over my head. I watched her eyes roam all over my chest, taking in my abs, then settling on my belt, as she licked her lips. She wasn’t hiding how hot she was for me. I unbuckled my belt, loving how her eyes flashed with excitement, never once leaving my fingers as I worked the clasp. I popped my fly and pulled down my zipper. Then I stopped, leaving it at that.
She frowned up at me.
I smirked back at her and stepped up to the foot of the bed. “First thing’s first.”
I leaned in and ran my palms up and down her arms, taking in the impressive artwork that covered every inch of skin on both her arms. She was trembling and panting, her head thrown back by the time I was done. I grabbed her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her in only her bra. That was gone in the next second too with a single flick of my fingers.
She was bare to me now. Her wild purple waves swept across her silky soft skin, brushing her puckered, rosebud nipples. She had her inked arms folded underneath her tits, pushing them up in all their delicious glory, basically thrusting them at me. Every time she breathed, they bounced a little. So perky and glorious. God, it was a refreshing change from what I was used to with the girls who came into the clubhouse looking to ride a biker just for the thrill of it. Most of them were fake and hard. Nasty. But Luce’s? Real as the rest of her body. Her full hips and her shapely ass. I slid my gaze down to her bare pussy, glistening from her arousal and recent orgasm. I was dying to sink into her tight, wet heat and bury my aching cock so fucking deep inside her. I couldn’t believe I’d managed to hold out this long, considering how worked up I’d been since the parking lot thing.
I shed my pants and boxers, kicking them to the side and stepped right up to the bed.
“Spread your knees wide. Hands behind your back.”
Surprising me, she moved right to the edge of the bed, as close to me as she could get, her eyes on my cock the whole time as she got into position. I wasn’t planning on doing what she was clearly offering up, but hell if I could turn it down. My cock was out, ready and raring to go, throbbing for attention.
I grasped the base and slapped the head against her cheek. She jolted in surprise, but didn’t break position. I did it again and then drew it slowly across her lips. She didn’t move a muscle. Perfect.
“You want a taste? That it?”
“Yes. Please.”
Fuck me. “Open that pretty mouth.”
She opened as wide as she could.
“Stick out your tongue and hold it there.”
As soon as she did, I rubbed my cock up and down the length of its slick surface. The eroticism of her sitting there, her legs spread wide, her tongue out and letting me run my cock all over it, was so intense it had bolts of pleasure sparking through my body. Pre-cum dripped down my shaft and I pulled back before I went too far.
“I’m done with your tongue.” I shifted my weight. “Clean me up now. Every drop.”
Her mouth closed over me and she suckled gently. It was when her tongue swirled around the head that I almost lost my fucking mind. She increased her suckling pressure too and her tongue became a whirlwind, covering every inch of my cock, until she’d cleaned up every drop of pre-cum ten times over. She didn’t stop there either. Panting furiously, she suddenly ducked down onto my cock, taking me whole and clamping her lips tightly around me. Holy fuck!
I fisted my hand in the back of her hair. “Enough,” I grunted, easing her head back.
She relented, pulling away, looking pleased with herself.
Damn woman almost had me losing my shit. And she knew it too. I needed to regain control ASAP.
“Turn around. Hands and knees, little darlin’.”
As she took position, I reached onto the floor and fished a condom out of my jeans pocket, rolling it on over my cock in record time.
I shifted behind her and felt up her tits. I couldn’t get enough of them and judging by her moans, she was down for that. I almost didn’t want to be rough with them. But as soon as my thumbs brushed over her stiff little nipples, the urge sparked in me as usual, and I was pinching and pulling at them before I could stop myself. Luce mewled and squirmed beneath me. I alternated between torturing them and massaging the sweet flesh. Pleasure and pain melded into one for her and soon she was moaning in pleasure, instead of trying’ to squirm away. She was learning so much tonight.
I finished with her tits and lined my cock up with her gushing pussy, loving how she was dripping onto the bed. Delicious. I gripped her hips and drove forward. An inch in, I couldn’t move. Just like before with my fingers, there was too much resistance. I eased in and out, nice and slow, stretching her, until I was able to ease in all the way. A groan sounded from Luce that had me stilling when I tried to move.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. You’re just… a lot.”
“I won’t move until you tell me you’re ready.”
“No, Mason. I’m fine. Do it.”
What? Yeah, I fucked hard and rough, but I wasn’t gonna hurt her. Not like that. “No, I’m not hurting you.”
“Argh! Don’t need… protection. Just damn well fuck me! Now!”
I was gritting my teeth already from trying to hold back while being buried inside the tightest pussy I’d ever felt wrapped around my cock in my life. It was beyond torture. The level of control needed was goddamn superhuman. And, here she was now begging me to fuck her. Actually, yelling at me furiously to get it done.
Fine then. It was on.
I pulled out almost all the way and then I thrust inside her hard, driving right to the hilt in one rough motion. She screamed out, clawing violently at the sheets, and I pounded into her without mercy, my hips working overtime to give her a raw, hard fucking.
“Shit, Luce… the way your pussy clamps down on my cock… so fucking tight,” I hissed into her hair.
“Yes. More. More, Mason. God, yes.”
I slapped her ass hard and she jolted forward. Satisfaction sang through me as I saw my red handprint.
“I want you to come around my cock.”
I was almost delirious with pleasure now, ecstasy was fast approaching and I couldn’t hold on much longer. But I wanted to feel her clamping down around me. I’d dreamed about it for so long, there was no way I was ending it without it going down.
I gave her pussy a light slap and she clenched as she let out a yelp. Interesting.
“Like that, is it?”
I did it again, a little harder and, sure enough, she clenched more intensely.
“Oh yeah, here we go. You like it real rough, don’t you, Luce? Come for me, little darlin’.” I rained down rapid-fire, stinging slaps on her pussy as I fucked her savagely into the bed. I was so lost in the high of it all that when she convulsed around me, it was nearly too much, even for me. I’d never felt anything like it. It was another level of pleasure. Her cries rang in my ears as I shot my load inside her with violent jerk after violent jerk. I had to slap my hand to the mattress to keep myself from collapsing.
I pulled out and Lucy collapsed onto the bed, wincing as she scrambled under the covers and curled up, turning away from me. What the hell?
“You okay, Luce?”
“Fine,” she murmured. “You just wore me out.”
“All right, little darlin’. I’ll be right back. Just need to take care of the condom.”
I pushed off the bed and headed from her room. Didn’t take me too long to find the bathroom, seeing as though it was right next door. I finally glanced down at the condom for the first time as I was about to take it off and toss it in the garbage. And that was when I froze.
“Fucking Christ.”
Luce had lied to me.
I’d asked her and she’d lied right to my face. She wasn’t just inexperienced. She had no experience. She wasn’t just tight from only getting down and dirty once in a while.
It all added up now. And if I’d been thinking without my dick, I would’ve figured it out way sooner. Before we’d… done what we’d done.
Little Lucy Taylor was a virgin.
Correction: she had been. I’d just fucked that away.
This was bad. Real bad.