Withstanding Me
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“Let the Prez know you’re headed out. Make sure he’s okay with it. I don’t have a clue as to why the f**k he wouldn’t.”
I walk over to my bruised up daughter and frown. “Ma, take her inside, put her ass to bed like the child she’s acting like.” And I walk away.
***
Storm
I’m almost afraid to go inside the clubhouse. Mason is pissed. He has every right to be so too. I can’t believe she pulled that shit. We have hits on our asses and she’s out playing kinky sex? I just don’t get it.
I don’t see Mason at the bar, so I go back to his room. I hate f**kin being in this building, in this hall. It’s not exactly woman friendly. I find him sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. He’s practically shaking. I shut the door and walk over to him. He doesn’t look up, so I move his arms, sit in his lap, and cradle him to me. It’s heartbreaking seeing him like this. It’s like he doesn’t know what to do.
His arms wrap tightly around me, and I sigh and almost groan because I’m so bruised, but he needs me, so I’m gonna buck up.
“I’m not gonna ask you if you’re okay because there’s no damn way you’re okay.”
He lets out a long breath and moves to look at me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
It’s time to get his mind off of things. I reach up and lift my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the floor. His questionable stare almost makes me giggle. “Just because you can’t f**k my pu**y…,” I trail off letting him figure it out on his own.
Sure enough, Mason is a smart guy. He figures it out and my bra is unsnapped and tossed aside quickly. His mouth descends down on my right nipple, and I moan. It feels so good. But his patience is already thin because he stands us up without removing his mouth and makes quick work of my jeans. I shuffle out of them with a laugh while I start undoing his. He shrugs off his cut and barely lets go of his grip while tearing off his t-shirt.
“I have no restraint, darlin. Need in you now.”
“I’m good with that,” I purr.
Mason breaks away from me and goes digging into his dresser drawer. After he finds what he was looking for, he tosses them on the bed, grabs a pillow, and moves it towards the end of the bed. I barely catch sight of all of this because I’m staring at his beautiful cock. I mean the man is pierced for f**ks sake. It’s sexy as hell.
“Bend over the bed, darlin. Push the pillow against your chest.”
Huh?
He chuckles at me, and my eyes snap to his. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”
Yeah, no kidding. He gently bends me over, and pushes my knees against the end of the bed, pushing the pillow up underneath me. I’m so damned turned on because he’s being gentle and my ass is in the air. Something about a biker being gentle is wicked hot. Mason runs his palm from the back of my neck all the way across the curves of my back and lightly swats my butt. His hot breath blows up against my ass, and I shiver as his lips press lightly against my cheek. “Even your ass is pretty.” I hear tearing, and then squirting. One of his big hands moves to my front, working my clit in a slow tease. His tongue trails up the side of my neck dipping into my ear. “Deep breath.” Oh god. When he hears me inhale, he pushes in quickly, and I gasp and exhale. He doesn’t move. He just sits there, waiting for my body to adjust to him. I push back against him, urging him to move. “I’m gonna go slow, baby.”
I can’t talk. I have a huge c**k in my ass. Not to mention said c**k is pierced up. His fingers start moving a little more, making my pulse quicken as he slowly moves in and out of me. His hard, hot chest pushing against my back, his other arm lands next to me on the bed and his pace starts picking up. “I can’t do it, Storm. Baby, I gotta move faster,” he pants into my ear.
“Yeah, yeah.” It’s all I can mumble as my body begins to quake.
“You just… you just feel so f**kin… good.”
Please keep talking. Please!
“So tight, so warm.” He growls, slamming into me.
Yes!
“Faster,” I cry.
His mouth moves to my shoulder, and he begins to suck as he puts more pressure on my clit. It’s the most sensual feeling I’ve ever experienced.
“I love you,” I moan.
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I want to take them back because his lips move away from my shoulder. I almost cry until he turns my head and takes my mouth with his. Mason sucks on my tongue as if he’s starved for it. His arm wraps around me, lifting us into a standing position. He taps my thighs and I comply by standing on the bed. I moan into his mouth because of the angle we’re in. One hand presses down on my cervix, and I shudder in his arms. My entire body convulses into a state of unimaginable bliss.
“FUCK!” Mason roars as he pulls away from my mouth and releases himself deep inside of me. I’m gasping for breath as we both lose our balance and fall onto the bed. “Jesus Christ babe.”
I gasp as he pulls himself out of me. “Yeah,” I laugh.
Mason gets up and walks to the bathroom only to return, and pick me up. “What are you doing?”
“Shower, sleep. That’s the plan. That good with you?” He chuckles, standing me up.
He reaches over and turns on the shower.
“I can’t get my hair wet. All my shit is over in my room.”
He chuckles. “Don’t get hair wet. Got it.”
Mason turns back to me. “Thank you.”