REAPER: GOLDEN SKULLS M.C. by Rebecca Joyce (best e book reader TXT) 📕

within my stomach as the second waves of orgasm crashed into me like a welcome relief. I stretched my hands out on the counter and clung to anything I could. I couldn’t gather a coherent word, so a loud sigh escaped my lips, as each thrust of his cock sent surges of pleasure through my body.

It was electric.

As the last pang of orgasm ravaged me, I slumped down on the counter.

“Nut uh, baby.” he said, “We’re definitely not done yet.”

He pulled his member out of me, and I turned around to look at him. He stood erect in both ways, his cock dripping with the fluid of my passion. I looked up at him, the glaze of my climax still clouding my vision as he gently pressed on my shoulder, making me kneel before him. He arched his back, pushing his dick closer to me.

I slowly took the head of his penis into my mouth and licked the juices off it. He closed his eyes and grabbed hold of my head. I moved my mouth farther down his shaft, swallowing my cum and his precum off the warm head. He closed his eyes, deeply breathing as I began to bob my head up and down. I used my hot mouth like a pussy, sucking and swallowing, completely enveloping his cock to the back of my throat.

His dick grew harder, and an involuntary moan escaped his lips. I placed my left hand on his balls and gently massaged them. The new sensations made his cock twitch in my mouth. He pulled my head off his dick, pushing my head back. He dipped his ball sack in my mouth, and I sucked on his rocks until he was close to cumming.

Releasing me, he helped me stand as he kissed me deeply on the mouth and then twirled me back around. Pushing my head down on the counter, he kicked my legs apart as he rammed his cock back into my pussy. He gyrated his hips to maximize his pleasure as he pounded hard into me.

“Fuck! Remi, yes!” he yelled, and I groaned. Our voices melded into a jumbled mess of pleasing sounds. It was impossible to distinguish between our vocals. I rubbed my clit in a frenzy, attempting to quell a fire that burned deep inside my loins as his hands gripped my hips as he ravished me from behind.

My orgasm started first. My pussy muscles clenched hard on his cock, and my breasts jiggled as I shouted out his name in a scream of passion.

“Max!”

His hand replaced mine on my clit, and he rubbed so fast his knuckles were a blur of motion between my legs. His other hand wrapped around my abdomen as I came hard, and I heard his “Fuck!” followed shortly by a “Yes!”

As my orgasm reached a peak, I felt hot jets of seed pulse into the upper reaches of my core. His cock pulsed as Max shook over me as the last waves of his pleasure subsided.

My pussy pulsated as the electricity emanating from my clit washed away. I pushed myself off the counter, his dick still twitching inside me. My mind was reeling from pleasure overdrive, and I could hardly think straight.

“Good morning,” I managed to choke out before leaning back against his bare, heaving chest.

“Good morning, baby,” he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around me. Kissing the top of my head, he pulled his now semi-flaccid cock out of me. Instantly our juices fell between my legs and down the inner side of my right leg.

“God, that’s a beautiful sight,” Max said, pulling up his jeans, staring at me.

“I’m making a mess.”

“So what. I like knowing my cum is dripping from your sweet pussy.”

“That’s sweet, Max, but I was talking about the floor.”

“Baby, do you know how much shit is on this floor? Our juices won’t make a difference.”

“Well, it matters to me. And what do you mean? What’s on this floor? When was the last time it was mopped?”

Chuckling, Max replied, putting on his cut. “Who knows what’s on this floor. As for cleaning, ask Grimm. He does some cleaning. The rest of us are not much into house shit.”

“Well, you are now,” I said, picking up my ripped leggings. I really liked them too. Throwing them in the trash, I covered myself with my shirt as best as possible and headed towards the stairs, shouting for Shamrock, Snake, and Grimm.

“What does that mean!” Max yelled after me, but I ignored him. I may be confined to this clubhouse, and I may not be able to go out, but I would be damned if I was going to live in filth!

Nope, that is where I drew the line in the proverbial sand.

Four hours later, and with several buckets of dirty water, rags and bleach, the clubhouse was looking better. I had managed to round up a few guys to help, though I believe Max may have threatened to kick their asses if they didn’t, but who cares. The clubhouse was almost done.

“Snake, don’t forget the lamps. They need to be wiped down and dusted too.”

“I hate this.”

“Shamrock, if I don’t see lines in that rug, you’ll have to vacuum it again.”

“Why do we even have a rug in here?”

“Bullseye, you need to make sure you coat every inch of that wood. That oil will protect the wood from degrading and wear.”

“I ain’t a fucking maid.”

“Grimm, that’s perfect! Not a speck, streak, or mark anywhere. You are really good at this.”

Grimm grinned, then grunted.

“Fucking bastard. We do all the hard work, and he gets the praise,” Snake muttered, then quickly ducked when Grimm hurled a bottle of whiskey at his head, smashing it behind him against the wall.

“Damn it, Grimm! I’m not cleaning that up,” Snake shouted.

Turning, I saw the mess and stood stock still staring at Snake. My foot tapping lightly on the hardwood floor. I didn’t move an inch as I waited for Snake to say something more.

“Fine,” he growled. “I’ll