REAPER: GOLDEN SKULLS M.C. by Rebecca Joyce (elon musk reading list TXT) 📗

“But she still loves you.”

“Yeah, she does. What about your Mom?”

Shrugging my shoulders, “My mom was nice. She died when I was sixteen. Car accident.”

“Sorry about that,” Shamrock whispered. “I don’t know what I’d do if my momma died. She’s the only one who really gets me, ya know.”

Nodding, I finished my coffee and rinsed my cup out before placing it in the dishwasher. Leaning against the counter, I wondered what it was that they all did every day. Did they have jobs, women at home waiting for them, children? It seemed as if they all hung around the clubhouse, doing nothing.

Pushing off the counter, I went to sit back down when I felt him behind me. I knew it was Max. I could feel the air thicken as my body heated with excitement. Last night was amazing, and I hadn’t gotten the chance to tell him because he wasn’t there when I woke this morning. Apparently, he’s been in Church all morning with several of the guys discussing club business and such. Turning to face him, I smiled as his arms came around me, and he nuzzled my neck, making goosebumps rise all over me.

“I need you,” he growled, kissing my neck.

“Max,” I grinned.

“Need you, now, baby.”

Concerned, I pulled back and looked into his eyes. He was troubled again. My smile faltered. “I’m here, Max. Take what you need.”

I leaned in and tenderly scraped his lips to mine, leaving a trace of a kiss lingering like an unrequited question in the cool morning air.

“Kiss me like you want it,” he whispered in my ear.

His open lips forced mine to meet his as we intertwined bodies and hands. His tongue hungrily found mine as we stood, passionately embraced, kissing for minutes that felt like hours. He ran his hands through my curly blonde hair as he pushed me against the counter. The kiss reached a crescendo, taking my breath away. He kissed me again on the lips and opened his eyes.

“I’m going to fuck you, hard, Remi. You okay with that?”

How could I say no to that? I giggled and bit his neck teasingly.

“Good,” he muttered and lifted me into the air and sat me on the counter until my back hit the cabinets. My feet wrapped around his waist. I was positioned well to kiss him hard. I grabbed his hair as his fingers tightened in mine. Our lips locked, and our tongues smashed against each other in a fit of frenzy. I felt his cock stiffen through his jeans, pressing up against the seam in my leggings. After a few minutes, I broke away, gasping wanting more.

“Anyone could walk in,” I whispered, too hot and bothered to say much more.

“Fucking let them,” he replied, as we began pawing at each other’s clothes. I tore through the white shirt he had on, removing it and his cut as he fumbled with the clasp on my bra.

“Why did you have to buy these. I hate them.”

“My boobs need them.”

“Not as much as I do,” he said as my breasts sprang from the confines of the cups, and he buried his face in my cleavage. I moaned as he took my left nipple, already pert and alert from mere moments of foreplay, into his mouth. He lapped and nibbled his way around my breast, and I hurriedly undid the leather belt from his faded jeans. As I pushed them over his hips, he put his hand on my right breast, and the dual sensation made me moan aloud.

Max wasted no time taking advantage of our situation. He kissed me intensely as he rested his hand on my breast. I grew more aroused by the second as he taunted me relentlessly by twisting and nipping at my nipple. His right hand stroked down my body and lingered over my burning mound, ripping my leggings from my body.

Thank god I forgot my panties. He would have ripped them to shreds.

“Put your hand inside me,” I hissed breathily. He smiled and softly flicked my erect clit, massaging my juices around my cunt. I screamed as he continued to tease me ruthlessly. My cunt longed to be filled, as I felt his cock grow against my thigh with each completed circle of my clit.

“Turn over baby,” he commanded and helped me down from the countertop. Turning me away from him, I braced myself against the counter as he spread my legs until my knees pushed against the cabinet. He lifted my ass and brushed his dick against the opening of my hole.

“Fuck baby, you are so wet,” he said. His voice sounded so sensual. I nearly shoved my pussy onto his dick.

Max didn’t make me wait long. Grabbing onto my hips, he stood directly behind me and shoved his full long thick cock inside of my tight hole. He had only taken me hours ago. I was still sore, but my recently used cunt had yet to acclimate fully to the rigorous sex he was familiar with. I grimaced in pain and delight as I lowered my head to the counter.

He went deep, and as his thrust increased, the pain lessened. I moaned with pure enjoyment as he buried his cock into my hole as he reached around to my clit. At first, he only lightly grazed my nub, but as my vocals grew louder, it encouraged him to rub faster and more vigoriously.

Soon, he had two fingers massaging small, fast circles on my clit as he continued to ruthlessly pound my tight pussy. I felt myself falling over the edge into an orgasm.

“Max!” I cried, overwhelmed with desire to care about anyone hearing us as my orgasm hit with the force of a tsunami.

Max continued to pound into me as he fingered my clit as I rode wave after wave of ecstasy.

“Fucking cum again, baby. Cum all over me.”

He held on firmly to my abdomen, not stopping the attention to my clit nor my soaked pussy. I felt the burn deep