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

Live for the moment.

Only today mattered.

I chuckled to myself. The faint light from outside made it easier to see every detail of his muscled arms as I gently removed the sheet covering his upper body.

Every part of him seemed to be covered in colorful tattoos, bristling with muscles and making it evident that he was as strong as he felt. I looked upon his broad chest and followed the line of taught muscles that formed a very intricate V towards his pelvis. Max was a genuine specimen, beautiful, sculpted, and challenging. The rest of him was still covered in cloth, and I longed to peel it away and start touching his tempting skin. I hadn’t taken enough time to touch him the night before.

I tugged slowly at the cloth hiding his lower body and held my breath as every delectable inch of him was revealed. His flat stomach and well-muscled thighs made me want to reach for a camera and capture his image that way. I could use it for later use.

He was so beautiful as if Michelangelo sculpted him himself, I thought as I took in his large cock and watched in awe as it hardened in front of my eyes. I glanced into Max’s face to see if he had awakened while I had been busy drooling all over him. No, he was still sleeping deeply, I decided as I listened to his calm breath. Maybe he was having a wet dream? I smiled at that as I watched his cock gradually increase even more.

Spellbound, I couldn’t help myself from reaching out my hand and touching his chest. He was so warm I felt as if my skin almost burned by the touch. Tempting me to continue, I roamed my open palm over his left nipple and watched as it tightened in response to my ministration. I let my hand trace the tattoos that covered his chest.

Playing my fingers around his right nipple as well, I watched him tighten to my touch. Continuing my slow investigation, I felt as if time completely stopped as I let myself examine every part of his tanned skin and making sure that every hard muscle was as hard as it looked.

I laid both my hands on his chest and followed the muscles down along his frontal body, slightly skimming past his engorged flesh and following the muscles that were packed along his thighs and legs. He felt hard all over, I decided as I slowly roamed my fingers over his knees and further up his thighs.

Suddenly I realized he flexed his muscles underneath my fingers, and I completely stopped as I watched how he had tightened underneath my hand. His cock was erect, and I watched as he raised his lower body as if he wanted to lift himself closer to the pleasure. Hastily I looked up into his face, but his eyes were still closed. He was groaning deeply, and I thought that perhaps his dreams were following my lead.

That meant he wanted me to touch him more intimately. I didn’t have to be asked twice. I smiled as I roamed my hands over his balls and felt them respond to me. They felt hard, and as I circled each of them, I noticed his cock give a tug and hardening to my touch.

What a shame to waste such a tempting display, I thought as I moved my fingers over his cock head and watched as his cock gave another tug. A drop of liquid gathered at the top, and I reached for it and smeared it all over his cock head, making sure he was oiled and ready. I longed to bend down and close my lips around him, give him a slight kiss, before sucking his cock between my lips like a lollipop I couldn’t get enough of.

But as I contemplated what my next move would be, I was suddenly flung down on top of my pillow and covered with a larger body. I lost my breath momentarily as I looked into the open eyes of Max looming on top of me.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked casually, indicating he had been awake for quite a long time.

“I thought you were sleeping,” was the only thing I could think of saying. Embarrassment was running through me at being caught at such an awkward moment. What must he think of me now?

“For a time there, I was, but it’s tough to sleep when a sexy woman is fondling me.”

“I’m sorry,” I blurted out.

“What for?” Max seemed astonished. “Help yourself, is all I can say. And I’m going to do just that,” he murmured as he gave me a good look-over, his hands roaming over my chest until they tingled.

I started to wriggle to escape his grip.

“Max,” I protested as embarrassment returned just by the way he was staring at me.

“Oh, no. It’s time for revenge,” Max devilishly smiled before he bent down and closed his lips around my left nipple, and started to suck me slightly.

“Max,” I squealed as every nerve ending in my body seemed to be responding to his touch and streaming toward my nipples.

“Just lie still and let me torment you,” Max grumbled before he treated my right nipple the same way.

“Torment is the word for it, yes,” I laughingly conceded as I arched my back to get closer to him.

“Fair is fair,” Max continued as he gave my breast a small bite.

“Ouch,” I exclaimed, although the surprise was far greater than the pain. “I didn’t bite you! That was unfair.”

“Says the vixen who assaulted me in my sleep,” Max deflected.

“It wasn’t an assault.”

“It felt like one. Waking me with the biggest hard-on I’ve ever had and no intention of giving me any release,” Max droned on.

“You should have let me finish,” I smiled at him. “Then you wouldn’t have complained so much.”

“Ha, and let you run the show all by yourself. What kind of gentleman would that make