Dixie Reapers MC Encounters Vol. 1

Harley Wylde

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Dixie Reapers MC Encounters Vol. 1

Harley Wylde

Five short, hot tales of the Dixie Reapers MC.

Claiming Ridley: I’ve been with Ridley for five years now, and she’s still the sexiest woman I know. I love showing her how much I love every curve. And tonight I’m going a step further…

Property of Venom: Ridley wears my damn stamp on her arm. But some asshole grabbing her ass doesn’t seem to care about that…

One Hot Biker: I knew I shouldn’t want Ryker. Of all the guys for me to fall for, it had to be this one? The most forbidden of them all. And I couldn’t get enough.

Delphine’s Punishment: After three years, Delphine still surprises me. The naughty woman has been keeping something from me. I’ll have her screaming and begging before the night’s over.

Just One Night: I’ve never been a saint, and I’ve always loved women. The woman at the diner is a bit young for me, but she’s just too fucking tempting. One taste, just one night then I’ll put her from my mind. Right…

Claiming Ridley (A Dixie Reapers MC Encounter)

Harley Wylde

Venom -- I’ve been with Ridley for five years now, and she’s still the sexiest woman I know. I love showing her how much I love every curve, worshiping her with my lips and tongue every chance I get. And tonight I’m going a step further… I think it’s time to really make Ridley mine. Completely.

Claiming Ridley

Venom

I crept through the house, trying not to wake the girls. Any of them. My daughters, Mariah and Farrah, were both passed out in their bedroom. I moved deeper into the house and saw my woman sprawled across our bed. She’d managed to strip down to a T-shirt and panties before she’d face planted in the center of the mattress. I smiled a little as I leaned against the doorframe and admired the view. Even after having two kids, Ridley was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen. She’d claimed me five years ago, in front of my fucking club. It still made me laugh and has amused the shit out of me ever since she’d done it.

Pushing the bedroom door shut, I twisted the lock and stripped out of my clothes. I went to the closet and pulled out a few toys, and a special box I’d been hiding, before I crawled onto the bed, caging her body beneath mine. I pressed my hard cock against her panty-clad ass and rubbed against her. After our second daughter was born, Ridley had put on the brakes until she’d gotten on birth control. We both love our daughters, but they’re hell on wheels. If we had a third, I worried that Ridley might lose what little sanity she had left. I hadn’t minded so much. It gave me a good excuse to play with her delectable ass and fuck it often. And my naughty girl had loved every second of it.

I dragged my beard across the back of her neck, then nipped her shoulder. Bracing my weight on my knees, I dragged her shirt up her body and wrestled it off her. One thing I’d learned about my Ridley… she slept like the fucking dead. But I knew just how to wake her up, and it required a lack of clothing. I tugged her panties down her legs, then pushed her thighs wide. Her smooth pussy lips were pink and already slick. I went straight for her clit, stroking it with my fingers until her pussy was flooding the bed she was so fucking wet.

I reached for her favorite toy and some lube. After I slicked the anal vibrator, I clicked it on and teased her with it. Spreading her ass cheeks, I let the toy buzz against her tight hole before I slowly worked it inside of her. Ridley moaned and lifted her ass, silently asking for more. I smacked her hard enough to leave a handprint on her butt, but I knew it would just turn her on even more. When she’d taken all of the toy, I fucked her with it slowly, taking my time pulling it out then shoving it back in fast and hard.

Ridley cried out and arched her back. Her sleep dazed eyes met mine over her shoulder and she gave me a sassy smile. “You just going to tease me?”

“What did you have in mind?” I asked, fisting my cock while I kept thrusting the toy in and out of her ass.

“Why don’t you fill me up with that cock in your hand? Fuck me and give me your cum.”

I growled a little as I lined up with her slit then thrust deep and hard. Ridley moaned and her eyes slid shut, a look of bliss crossing her face. I held the vibrator in her ass as far as it would go, and started fucking her sweet pussy. She gripped me tight, squeezing me like she wanted to keep me inside of her forever.

“Fuck, Venom! Don’t stop.”

I took her harder, deeper, until she was screaming my name and coating my cock with her cream. With a growl, I pulled out, took the toy out of her ass, and tossed it aside. Then I spread her ass cheeks wide and slowly worked my cock into her.

‘So. Fucking. Tight.” I ground my teeth together as I pounded into her ass, nearly losing control as I started coming. Spurt after spurt of cum filled her up, and when I had nothing left to give, I sank deep, flexing my hips.

“I’ll never get tired of that,” she said, her voice still sleepy.

“Sorry I woke you up, but you were pretty irresistible lying there.”

She snickered. “Not the first time I’ve woken up with your cock inside of me.”

“Won’t be the last either,” I said, pulling out and slapping her ass.

I kept my weight off her but pressed my chest to her back. Reaching for the small box I’d tried to hide from her the past few weeks, I popped open the lid and laid it on the bed a few inches from her nose. Her eyes crossed as she stared at it and I chuckled a little.

“Got a question for you, Ridley.”

“Uh-huh.” She kept staring at the ring. “That thing is awfully damn sparkly considering there’s no light in here except for the moonlight.”

“Only the best for my old lady. Figured with everyone else getting married around here, maybe I should make things more official with us.”

She snorted and tore her gaze away from the rock. “We have two kids. We live together. You fuck my brains out every chance you get. Not to mention the ink I have stating I’m Property of Venom or the cut I wear when I go out. How much more official can we get?”

“The kind of official where we have the same last name,” I said softly.

“Venom, I…”

I growled. “Christ, woman! My dick was just in your pussy and your ass, I’m asking you to fucking marry me, and you still can’t use my real name?”

Her lips twitched like she was fighting a smile. “Which one? Dickhead? Asshole? Overbearing Cretin?”

“Woman.” I bit her shoulder just hard enough for it to sting.

“Yes, Jackson. I’ll marry you.”

“‘Bout fucking time,” I muttered, then kissed her long and hard. When I pulled away, I took the ring from the box and slipped it onto her finger. “Perfect.”

“I love you,” she said. “You know you didn’t have to marry me, right? I’ve been perfectly content the last five years. I know how you feel about me and that’s more than enough.”

“Love you too, baby girl.” I groaned and moved to lie next to her. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”

She laughed, then bit her lip to hold in her giggles.

“Think it’s funny, do you?” I asked.

“You’re only forty-four. You act like you have one foot in the damn grave. If I hadn’t gotten on birth control, you’d probably have knocked me up again already.”

“No more kids,” I said. “Not unless you decide you want them. The girls keep you tired and run you ragged.”

“I love them, but you’re right. They’re exhausting.” She gave me a sly look. “Speaking of exhausting…”

“Ridley, no.”

“Come on.” She tugged on me. “Shower with me.”

“That’s code for fuck me against the shower wall,” I said.

“Mmm-hmm. You’ve never fucked your fiancée. Don’t you think you should rectify that?”

Well, when she put it that way… I admired her ass as she sashayed into the bathroom. The sight of my cum leaking out of her always brought a smile to my face. And my cock was ready to do her bidding anytime she wanted a good fucking.

More Venom and Ridley in Venom (Dixie Reapers MC 1)

Property of Venom (A Dixie Reapers MC Encounter)

Harley Wylde

Property of Venom.

Ridley wears my damn stamp on her arm. But some asshole grabbing her ass doesn’t seem to care about that. Well, those are my damn pants he wants to get into, not his. And I’m going to make sure every man knows she’s mine.

Property of Venom

Venom

My eyes narrowed as I stared at my woman coming out of a store. A man who was most certainly not me was leering down at her, more than likely getting an eyeful down the front of her low cut shirt. She was the mother of my kids, my old lady, even inked with my name. Christ, I’d put a rock the size of Texas on her damn finger, and this fucker had the audacity to make a move? I wasn’t sure if he was stupid or suicidal.

I prowled closer to Ridley, everyone parting to give me room, no doubt scared shitless by the fury that had to be etched on my face. The man placed his hand on Ridley’s lower back, and I watched as his fingers slid down to the curve of her ass. My hands clenched into fists and I growled as I got closer. “Get your fucking hands off my woman,” I said, coming to a stop in front of them.

Ridley looked up at me with wide eyes and nibbled her lower lip. I didn’t think for a moment she’d encouraged this asshole because I knew she was loyal, loved me and our kids, and would never do anything to jeopardize what we had. But the asshole grabbing her ass didn’t seem to care about any of that. He just saw a hot woman and wanted to get in her pants.

Well, those were my damn pants to get into, not his.

“Your woman?” he asked, smirking. “I don’t see your name on her.”

“Um…” Ridley blinked up at me because she most certainly did have my name on her. She lifted her arm and practically shoved her property stamp under the guy’s nose.

“You let him brand you like cattle?” the man asked, his disgust apparent.

“Like I said, get your hands off my fucking woman,” I said.

He moved away and I immediately reached for Ridley. I hauled her to the nearest family bathroom, then shut and locked the door. Some primal part of me insisted that I make sure every man knew she was mine. If her pussy was full of my cum and she smelled like me, maybe they’d get a fucking clue.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “Besides peeing on me to mark your territory?”

“Oh, it’s not pee I’ll be using to mark you.”

I started unfastening my pants. The pulse at the base of her throat fluttered and she licked her lips.

Ridley’s breath came out a little faster and her eyes dilated. When I had my cock out, I turned her around and jerked her skirt up. Her panties tore when I gripped them and pulled. I let the ruined material fall to the floor. With one hard thrust, I was buried balls deep inside of her. She was always so fucking wet and ready for me.

“Jesus, baby. Even after all these years, you still squeeze me so damn good.” I bit into her shoulder. “Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours. Always yours.”

“Damn right, baby girl.” I thrust harder and deeper, lifting her onto her toes with every stroke. I slid my hand around her hip and down between her legs, rubbing her clit until she was moaning and pushing back.

“Venom, please.”

“It’s just you and me, Ridley. I’ve told you a million times you don’t have to call me that when we’re alone.”

She looked at me over her shoulder, her eyes smoky and dark, a slight smile on her lips. “But I like to. I didn’t fall in love with Jackson Kane. I fell in love with Venom, the badass VP of the Dixie Reapers.”

“Fuck, baby. I love you.” I pinched her clit and she cried out, her pussy squeezing me hard, and her sweet cream coated me as she came. I grunted as I thrust a few more times, filling her with my cum. I ground my hips against her ass, wishing I could just stay inside of her forever. Might be a little awkward to get my work done with her on my dick though.

I pulled out and lowered her dress, giving her ass a swat.

She turned and folded her arms, but her attempt at looking put out didn’t match the flush on her cheeks or the sparkle in her eyes. If there was one thing I knew about my Ridley, it was that she liked to be fucked long and hard and often. I crowded her, caging her in before I leaned down and kissed her.

“What’s that look for, baby?” I asked, running my fingers down her cheek.

She just shook her head, like it wasn’t important. I’d let it go for now, but later I’d find out what was going through her mind. I had a feeling it had to do with the ring on her finger, and the fact I wasn’t wearing one.

My cock was already getting hard again and I lifted her leg around my waist, and slid home. I took my time, loving the feel of her pussy gripping me as I thrust in and out of her. Toying with her clit, I nipped at her jaw then looked down to watch my cock disappear inside of her sweet little body. “Fuck but that’s gorgeous. I’ll never get tired of watching your pussy stretch around my cock.”

“Venom, I need to come.”

“Lift your shirt, baby.”

She pulled it up and before I could even tell her what to do next, she’d popped the front clasp on her bra and let her breasts swing free. Her nipples were hard and I groaned as she pinched and teased them.

It only took a few more strokes before I exploded inside of her, triggering her orgasm. I pulled my phone from my pocket, unlocked it with my thumbprint, then took a picture of my sexy woman in her semi-dressed well-fucked state. I had a library full of photos like this one on my phone, and I made sure no one could ever get their hands on them. Ridley was mine, and no one was going to see her gorgeous body but me. “Love you, baby girl.”

“Love you more,” she said. I felt her pussy squeeze me and she gave me a sultry look. I pulled free and zipped up my pants. As much as I loved seeing her like this, I wanted her home. Now. “Put your clothes back in order then we’re going home. I hope someone is watching the kids for a while longer because that sweet ass of yours is mine when we get home.”

“Whatever you want. Husband.” She smiled but there was a gleam in her eyes that told me she’d added that last part on purpose.

My eyes narrowed at her, knowing it was a dig. I’d given her a ring but we had to set a date, mostly because I kept postponing it. I had my reasons, but she wasn’t happy about it.

She snickered at the look on my face, then sashayed out of the bathroom. I followed behind her all the way to the parking lot -- not so much to keep the assholes away, but more because I just enjoyed watching her ass when she walked. The woman got sexier every year we were together. Maybe she’d let me spend the rest of the night trying to knock her up again.

More Venom and Ridley in Venom (Dixie Reapers MC 1)

One Hot Biker (A Dixie Reapers MC Encounter)

Harley Wylde

I knew I shouldn’t want Ryker. I should avoid him at all costs. He wasn’t mine, would never be mine. My brother’s a Dixie Reaper. Ryker’s… not. Of all the guys for me to fall for, it had to be this one? The most forbidden of them all. And I couldn’t get enough. Just tattoo Idiot across my forehead…

One Hot Biker

Laken

I knew that I shouldn’t want him, should avoid him at all costs. My brother had warned me away, even the club President had said I should stay out of sight. And what was I doing? Lurking. I was lurking in hopes of catching a glimpse of Ryker. I’d run into him by accident when I’d wanted some fresh air the other day, and my brother had nearly caught me sneaking back into the house. It was stupid to defy his orders, and yet here I was. Just tattoo Idiot across my forehead.

The clubhouse was loud tonight, the sound of music, laughter, and fucking heard clearly through the thick walls. My gut twisted as I wondered if Ryker was balls deep in some club slut. He wasn’t mine, would never be mine, and yet I felt like he should be. Maybe it was because he was my first, my only. I’d never thought of myself as clingy, but as I crouched under a window, trying to peek inside and spy on the Dixie Reapers, I had to admit that I’d sunk to an all new low.

“Looking for someone?” a deep, sexy voice asked from behind me.

I spun and came face to face with the man of my every fantasy.

“Ryker,” I said, his name coming out like a soft caress.

He smirked, his eyes flashing with humor and heat. “Couldn’t stay away, huh? I know. I have a magic dick and you just can’t help yourself.”

His arrogance should have been a big turn off, but I was surrounded by bikers all the damn time. I was immune to it by now. They were foul mouthed, horny, and knew words that would even make a sailor blush. In that regard, Ryker was no different. But he was the only one who made my panties wet, and he damn well knew it. Asshole. Even if he was an asshole I couldn’t get enough of.

“Maybe it’s not all that special. I’ve forgotten,” I said.

He advanced on me, growling softly. “Is that so?”

“I may need a reminder. Or three.”

His smirk turned downright lethal as he caged me against the clubhouse, an arm braced on either side of me. Ryker leaned in closer and his spicy scent made my knees weak. It wasn’t fair that he turned me inside out. Of all the guys for me to fall for, it had to be this one? The most forbidden of them all.

“Guess I’d better work on that then,” Ryker said, reaching for his belt.

I swallowed hard as he unfastened his pants and shoved them down, his cock thick and hard. I’d worn a sundress for easy access, and he turned me to face the clubhouse wall before bunching my dress around my waist. The warm air caressed my skin as he exposed me in the moonlight. I wasn’t sure if I was super turned on because I was with Ryker, or it was a hint of the forbidden as well, knowing that we were out in the open and could be caught at any moment. I’d never thought of myself as an exhibitionist, but the thought of someone watching as he fucked me made me even slicker.

Ryker nudged my legs further apart and he spread my ass cheeks wide.

“Mmm. All that cream for me, Laken?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said softly. “Just for you.”

“I’m going to fuck you so good. And if you have trouble remembering, you just come find me again. I’ll remind you as often as you want.”

I moaned as I felt his cock slide against my slick pussy. He teased me, thrusting back and forth, the head of his cock sliding against my clit with every stroke. I was so damn turned on the friction alone was almost enough to make me come, and I wondered if that was his plan. He teased and tortured me until I was nearly begging him to take me.

“I’m going to get you into a bed again,” he murmured against me ear. “And then I’m going to fuck this gorgeous ass of yours deep and hard. You’ll beg me to fucking ride you until you’re screaming my name.”

“Ryker… I need you.”

“Beg me for it,” he said.

“Please, Ryker. I need your cock. Need you so bad.”

He gripped my hips with both hands and thrust deep, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size. I cried out as he began fucking me, every thrust deeper than the last until I was taking all of him. He was relentless as he drove into me, and a warmth began spreading through me. My body heated and I could feel my orgasm getting closer.

“Touch yourself, Laken,” he said. “Rub your clit and make yourself come. Your pussy feels so damn good I can’t last much longer.”

I whimpered as I reached between my legs. I was so sensitive that after a few swipes of my fingers, I was crying out his name as pleasure crashed through me. The edges of my vision turned black and my knees nearly buckled as I came so damn hard. He kept fucking me, his grunts filling the air as I felt his cum splash inside of me. I groaned at just how fucking fantastic if felt to have him pounding into me, and I started rubbing my clit again. As he stilled inside of me, his cock twitched from the force of his release, but he didn’t pull out.

“Oh yeah, sugar. Come again for me.”

He pushed my hand out of the way and replaced my fingers with his. Slow, tight circles drove me mad. His cock was still hard and I wondered if he would take me again. Our first night together, he’d fucked me until the sun started to rise. If we weren’t outside, and I weren’t hiding, I’d beg him to take me all night long. Ryker pinched my clit and I came again. As I panted for breath, I knew that I would never get enough of him.

He nipped my ear. “Do you have any idea the things I’d like to do to you? I’m nowhere near done, but this isn’t the place for what I have in mind.”

He pulled out and I stood up, my dress falling down to mid-thigh. I’d forgone panties, in hopes of running into him tonight, but now our mingled release was running down my thighs.

“So fucking sexy,” he said, pulling me in for a toe curling kiss.

“I have to go,” I told him, my heart aching at the thought of running away yet again. “If they catch me… “

He nodded. “Go, but find me again soon.”

“I will.” I smiled at him before running off into the dark. I wasn’t done with Ryker yet, and my heart sang with the knowledge that he felt the same about me. I just didn’t know how to get around the Dixie Reapers. They obviously didn’t want me with Ryker, and it felt like a betrayal to the only family I’d ever had.

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Delphine’s Punishment (A Dixie Reapers MC Encounter)

Harley Wylde

After three years of marriage, my Delphine still surprises me, and not always in good ways. The naughty woman has been keeping something from me. If there’s one thing I love more than fucking my sweet Del, it’s punishing her. I’ll have her screaming and begging before the night’s over.

Delphine’s Punishment

Zipper

Delphine thought I didn’t know the secret she’d been hiding, and I’d been content to supposedly remain in the dark about it. But when I’d heard Ridley running her mouth to the Prospects about my woman’s accomplishment, when she hadn’t even shared it with me yet, then I knew it was time to remind my woman of her place. We were a team, and that meant she should share important things. Like when she’d secretly enrolled in college and was taking online classes. Apparently, Del had aced her first semester, and hadn’t said a damn word about what she was doing. I didn’t know how she’d kept it a secret those first weeks either, but I’d caught her more than once working on her classwork. I hadn’t said anything, giving her time to tell me she’d decided to go to school, but so far she hadn’t said a damn word.

I made sure everything was ready in the bedroom for her little lesson, the restraints in place, along with the toys I would use to drive her crazy. All I needed now was my delectable wife. I’d convinced Darian and Bull to watch our son, Hwan. We had the house to ourselves for the night, and I was going to make the most of it. I dimmed the lights and placed my phone in the docking station. My classic rock playlist started, at a low enough volume to create background noise but not overwhelm us.

“Mason!”

The front door shut and I folded my arms over my chest, bracing my feet apart in my don’t-fuck-with-me stance. “In the bedroom, Del.”

I could hear her rustling around in the other room, and when she made an appearance in the bedroom doorway, she froze, her eyes going wide and her jaw dropping a little. It wasn’t that we didn’t have sex pretty regular, even with a kid in the house, but it had been a while since I’d set up something special. I knew I needed to work harder at surprising her, keeping this new between us. The look on her face right now was one I wanted to see often. Three and a half years together, and I still got hard just looking at her. I was the luckiest bastard in the world to have a woman like her by my side.

“What’s all this?” she asked.

“It seems my wife has been very, very naughty and keeping secrets. What happens when you lie to me, Del? Even if it’s just by omission?” I asked.

“I get punished,” she said, her cheeks pinking and excitement flaring in her pretty eyes. I’d learned quickly that my sweet Del liked it when I spanked her ass or tied her up. Even though I’d never let another man see her naked, if I just pretended someone could see her, blindfolded her and talked about men watching me fuck her, then she got off on it. Naughty girl. I fucking loved it. Loved her.

“That’s right, baby. Strip and get on the bed. Face the headboard, on your hands and knees, ass in the air.”

“Yes, sir,” she said softly.

I’d removed my cut and shirt, but I still wore my jeans. My cock jerked behind my zipper as I watched my wife get naked. Even after all this time, she was still the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. And she was mine, all mine. There were faint stretch marks on her lower belly and upper thighs from being pregnant with our son, but to me they just enhanced her beauty.

“Not even going to ask what lie you’ll be punished for?” I asked.

“You found out about me going to school?”

She hadn’t even hesitated, which meant it was likely the only thing she’d been keeping from me. I nodded and pointed to the bed after the last article of clothing hit the floor. She scurried to obey, and I fastened the soft ropes around her wrists, securing her to the headboard. Tugging on them, I made sure she couldn’t escape, but I also checked to ensure she wouldn’t get hurt. I had no problem bruising her ass so she’d remember to always tell me the truth, but I never wanted to cause her serious harm.

I placed my hand on her back and pressed her chest down to the bed, then ran my palm down her spine to the curve of her ass. So beautiful. I caressed her from shoulder to hip, getting her to relax. If she was tense, then I’d end up hurting her more when I punished her. Some pain was warranted, but I didn’t want to do serious damage to my little wife.

I’d always spanked her sexy ass with my bare hand, but this time I needed to make a point. I wanted her to remember that she’d lied to me, and every time she sat for the next few days, she’d get a reminder of what happened when she kept shit from me. Rummaging in the tote bag I’d shoved under the bed earlier this morning, I pull out the new paddle I’d purchased at the local adult store. I smacked it against my hand and Del gasped, her body jerking.

She turned her head to gaze at me over her shoulder, her eyes widening when she saw the paddle. I’d used sex toys on her before, and restraints. She’d even asked if we could get a spanking bench put in the bedroom, but I’d never once used a paddle on her.

“You ready to be punished, baby?” I asked.

“Yes, sir. Please, Mason. I’ve been so bad.” She squirmed, wagging her ass at me, begging to be spanked.

“Yes, you have,” I agreed. “So very bad.”

The first swat to her ass wasn’t very hard. I gave her a few practice spanks to get her used to the paddle and not my hand. Her cheeks were turning a faint pink already, her pale skin marking so easily. It was one of the things I’d always loved about Del. When I put my hands on her, she usually bore my mark for a few days. Even though she had my name inked on her body, this was far more intimate.

The next stroke hit harder, making her yelp as her ass turned bright red.

“Get ready to count, baby. You get five spankings with the paddle.”

Smack.

“One, sir.”

Smack. Smack.

“Two, sir. Three, sir.”

She moaned, pressing her ass back toward me, and kept counting until I reached the fifth spanking. I smoothed my hand over her abused ass cheeks and knew she wouldn’t be sitting comfortably for a while. I hadn’t hit hard enough to bruise, but she’d be red the rest of the night.

“You remember our first morning together?” I asked. She’d been very bad when we’d first reconnected, going to the clubhouse like a little slut. Her stepmother had been after her, wanting to kill my sweet Del, and she’d needed my help. She’d gone about getting it the wrong way though, and I’d made sure she knew that. One of my brothers had tried to fuck her, and I’d let her know I wouldn’t put up with that shit.

“Yes,” she said, her voice going softer.

“Good. Just like then, you aren’t allowed to come. You hear me, Del? You come before I give you permission, and I’ll paddle this ass again.”

She moaned and dropped her head to the bed, burying her face in the covers. I smiled, knowing she secretly loved it. I grabbed the new vibrator I’d picked up the other day, turned it on low, and placed it against her clit. She cried out and her body tensed. It seemed my baby was so turned on that she’d be coming whether she wanted to or not. I swirled it against the little bud then turned it up another notch. Del twisted against the ropes and her back bowed.

“Don’t you come yet, baby,” I warned.

“Mason, I… I’m so close.”

I spread her pussy open with my fingers and saw how swollen she was, how ready she was to come really damn hard. She was slick and my dick throbbed as I thought about how good she’d feel wrapped around me.

“Don’t. Fucking. Come,” I ordered.

“Y-yes, sir.”

I knew she was close, really close, and I turned the toy up again. She came, screaming out her release, her pussy dripping. I smirked and shut off the toy before tossing it aside, yet keeping it within reach in case I needed it again. Picking up the paddle, I gave her a few more smacks. Not hard enough to really hurt, but just enough to get my point across. Fuck, I’d known she would come, even when I gave her the order not to. Admittedly, I’d wanted to smack her ass again and had pushed her. I grabbed the lube and squirted some between her ass cheeks, then worked it into her tight little hole, stretching her with first one finger, then two. If there was one thing my Del loved, and I loved giving it to her, it was a good ass fucking. My dirty girl would scream for more when I pounded into her. After she was taking three fingers, I knew she was ready.

I unzipped my jeans and shoved them down just far enough to get my cock out. She didn’t deserve to have my naked body pressed against hers, not yet. I slicked my cock and then groaned as I place the head of my cock against that tight ring of muscle and worked my way inside of her, short thrusts until she’d taken all of me. So fucking tight! My cock twitched and I tried to get control of myself.

“God, Mason. You always fill me up so good,” she said, her voice low and husky.

“I’m going to fuck this ass nice and hard, Del. If you’re a good girl, I might let you come again. You want that, don’t you? Want me to pound your ass so that you feel my dick inside of you for days?”

She whimpered and nodded. I started stroking in and out of her, slowly at first, then harder, going deeper with every thrust. Soon, I was slamming into her, gripping her hips with my hands. I fucked her hard, driving deep. It was a relentless fucking, meant to both punish and please her. I felt my balls draw up and a tingle in my spine, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. Her ass clenched on my dick and I knew she was seconds from coming, something I wasn’t going to allow just yet. No, my wife needed to learn her lesson. Coming was a reward. I slammed into her one more time, filling her ass with my cum. My cock throbbed and jerked inside of her until every last spurt of cum had been drained from me. I groaned as I pulled out and smacked her ass with my hand.

“Mason!” She looked over her shoulder at me, glaring, but I just winked.

Yeah, she was pissed I’d come without her, but she’d get her chance. Waiting would be good for her. Besides, she’d already come once without permission.

“Back in a minute, baby. Be good while I’m gone and I’ll make you come so fucking hard.”

I went into the bathroom to clean up, then stripped out of my jeans. Leaning against the bathroom counter, I watched her, waiting to see if she’d sit patiently and wait. My baby didn’t so much as tug on her restraints, just waited like a good little girl. Smiling, I went back into the bedroom. I had one more surprise for her in the bag under the bed. Pulling out the toy advertised as the way to drive a woman wild, I turned it on and slid it into her pussy without any warning. It wasn’t anywhere near as big as my dick and she was plenty wet enough to take it. Del gasped and squirmed.

I picked up the other toy and turned it back on, putting it against her clit again. Setting both toys on high, I took my time teasing her, bringing her just to the edge, then backing off. With one rubbing her G-spot and the other teasing the hard little bundle of nerves, she rode that sharp edge on the cusp of coming for a good fifteen minutes, with me getting her close then not letting her come.

“Mason! Oh, god! So good.”

“Have you learned your lesson, baby? You going to keep things from me?”

“I’ll be good, sir,” she said. “Promise.”

I knew she’d be as good as she could, for a while, but eventually she’d warrant another punishment. One I would gladly give her. I didn’t pull the toys away this time when I knew she was close. Her body twitched as her pussy gushed, her release soaking my hands and the bed.

“My baby ready to get fucked now? You want my cock in this pretty pussy?”

She nodded. “Please, Mason.”

I wasn’t done with her though, not just yet. I made her come again and again. Four orgasms left her shaking, her body flushed and damp with sweat. When she was pleading for me to fuck her, I turned off the toys and put them aside. Getting onto the bed behind her once more, I thrust hard and deep into her pussy, not even giving her a warning.

She cried out, my dick much bigger than the toys. I felt her stretch to accommodate me, but being inside Del was like coming home. I groaned as I slammed into her again, watching as pussy stretched around me.

“Damn, Del. It always feels incredible when I fuck you.”

“Please, Mason. I need it.”

“Need what, baby?” I asked, stroking in and out of her.

“Your cum. Fill me with it,” she begged. “Fuck me hard.”

I paused mid-stroke. “You still on that shot?”

She shook her head frantically.

“I didn’t get the last one. It’s been a few months,” she said.

Yes! I’d been asking if she was ready for another baby, and it seemed I was going to get my wish. I’d just have to fuck her as often as possible until I knocked her up again. The fact she’d kept yet another secret from me would be dealt with later. Right now, I was going to do my damnedest to knock up my woman.

I took her hard and fast, my cock going deep. When her pussy clamped down and I felt her release coating me, I let go, slamming into her again and again until I came. I kept thrusting until every drop of cum had been wrung from me, then I stayed inside her. If I pulled out, my cum would leak out of her, and I wanted it all to stay inside as long as possible.

I placed a kiss on her back. “Love you, Del. So fucking much, and I’m really damn proud of you. I want to hear all about your classes and your plans.”

“You’re proud? Even though I lied?” she asked.

I smiled. “You know I like having a reason to punish you. Seriously though, baby. I’m glad you’re taking online classes. You don’t ever have to work if you don’t want to, but I want you to be happy. Whatever it takes.”

“Love you, Mason. You’re the best husband I could have ever asked for.”

I pulled out and untied her wrists. Stretching out next to her on the bed, I pulled her against my chest and cuddled her close. We’d rest, and then I’d have her again. It wasn’t often our kid wasn’t in the house and I wanted to take full advantage.

“Rest, baby. I have plans for you the rest of the night.”

She kissed me softly. “Good. I want you to use me so thoroughly I’ll still feel you days from now.”

“Consider it done.”

She smiled and sighed in contentment. Damn, but I loved this woman. Always had and I always would. The day she’d come looking for me was the best ever, and I was never letting her go.

More about Zipper & Delphine in Zipper (Dixie Reapers MC 7)

Just One Night (A Dixie Reapers MC Encounter)

Harley Wylde

I’ve never been a saint, and I’ve always loved women. The woman at the diner is a bit young for me, but she’s just too fucking tempting. One taste, just one night then I’ll put her from my mind. It’s all I’ve ever needed, and she won’t be any different.

Right…

Just One Night

Sarge

I leaned against my Harley, my arms folded and ankles crossed, as I waited for the pretty angel in the diner to come out. Her shift was ending, and even though she looked exhausted, I knew I could convince her to stay up a while. Long enough for me to fuck her out of my system at any rate. She’d been tempting and teasing me for weeks now, and it was time to put an end to it.

She pushed through the front door, rummaging in her bag. Stupid. Really fucking stupid. It was nearly two in the damn morning, pitch fucking black out here, and she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. I watched as she headed down the dark alley, still not even taking one look around her. I shoved off my bike and followed her, not being quiet about it. Lily didn’t stop digging in that bag of hers until she’d pulled out her keys.

I’d thought she was going to a car, but she surprised the fuck out of me when she unlocked a door a little ways down the alley, and I realized she lived in one of the small apartments upstairs. She went inside, and I stopped the door from shutting, following her into the dark, cramped stairwell.

“You always so careless after work?” I asked.

She shrieked and spun to face me, her hand at her throat and her eyes wide. “You scared me.”

“Kind of the point. What if it had been someone else following you? Some piece of shit could have forced their way in here after you, slammed you against the wall, and fucked you whether or wanted it or not. It was dangerous, Lily, not paying attention to what was happening around you.”

“Just so tired,” she said, rubbing at her eyes.

I crowded her, pressing her to the wall. She tipped her chin to look up at me, but it wasn’t fear I saw lurking in her pretty eyes. Nope, it was lust. Yeah, she’d wanted me for a while, and I’d wanted her too. I’d tried to keep my distance, but fuck that. She’d be mine, at least for tonight.

“Tell me no,” I said. “Tell me to leave and never look at you again.”

Her lips parted and her eyes darkened. “I can’t. It would be a lie.”

I rubbed my thumb across her plump lower lip. “And my sweet angel never lies?”

She shook her head. “Lying is a sin.”

I grinned. “Baby, if you let me do any of the things I’m thinking about, we’ll be sinning all night long.”

Her nipples hardened against her shirt and I couldn’t resist. I reached out and stroked her breasts, pinching the hard little buds through the material. Lily moaned and thrust her breasts against me.

“Too fucking young for me, but I don’t think I care anymore,” I murmured. “You want me?”

She nodded.

“I need the words, Lily. I don’t want any misunderstandings. This is fucking, and nothing else. Got it? No picket fence, a dog, and kids. Just good, hard fucking while you scream my name and beg for more.”

“I understand, Sarge,” she said, her voice soft and husky.

I reached over and locked the door. The glass was dark enough no one could see inside and I glanced up the stairs.

“There’s no one else here,” she said. “The other two apartments are empty right now.”

I slid my hands up her bare thighs, tugging up her short, stretchy skirt. The scrap of red satin covering her pussy was damp and covered very little. It seemed my little temptress waxed it all off down there. I pulled on her thong and it snapped in my hand, tearing from her body with little effort.

Lily moaned and I kicked her feet apart. I rubbed my fingers against her pussy, feeling how wet she was, how ready. Yeah, she wanted me, maybe as much as I wanted her. I unfastened my jeans and shoved them down my hips. My dick was already hard and aching to feel her wrapped around me. Fuck, I’d be willing to bet she’d feel like heaven. I reached for my wallet and started cursing when I saw I didn’t have a condom in there. I’d been so worked up over getting into her pants tonight that I hadn’t brought the one fucking essential thing I needed. Besides my hard dick.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“No condom.”

She bit her lip and took a deep breath before shocking the fuck out of me. “I’m clean. If you are, then…”

“I always wrap my dick and I get tested every few months. I’m clean. You sure about this?”

She nodded eagerly, and that was all I needed. I urged her legs around my hips, lined up my cock against her hot, wet pussy, then I slammed home. Fucking hell! So god damn tight! I kissed her, a hard, bruising kiss as I fucked her against the wall. I worked my hand under her shirt and pulled the cup of her bra down, then gave her breast a squeeze. I pinched and tugged on her nipple and it sent her over the edge. The way her pussy gripped me, squeezing so fucking tight, was enough to make me come. Jet after jet of cum filled her up, and I kept fucking her, not stopping until I knew I had nothing left to give.

I kissed her again before pulling out. I looked down, wanting to see my cum slide out of her, and I froze in fucking shock. What. The. Hell.

“Something you want to tell me, sweetheart?” I asked, staring at the blood streaking my cock.

“You wouldn’t have fucked me if you’d known,” she said. “I wanted it to be you.”

“You didn’t think I needed to know you were a damn virgin? I wasn’t exactly gentle.”

“It didn’t hurt,” she said. “It pinched for a second, and burned a bit as you stretched me open, but I loved having you inside me, Sarge. I don’t regret it.”

“Just tell me you’re at least on the fucking pill. I should have asked before now, but when you said you were clean, I assumed you were protected too.”

She shrugged. “I’m sure nothing will come of it. It was just the one time, right?”

Fucking hell. I rubbed a hand down my face.

“You end up pregnant, you tell me and we’ll deal with it. Fuck. I knew you were too damn young for me.”

“I’m twenty-three,” she said. “Hardly a kid.”

“I’m in my forties, Lily. Old enough to be your damn father.”

Shit. What if my screw up tonight made me a father? I couldn’t think about it. Not right now. She curled her fingers around the back of my neck and pressed her lips to mine in the gentlest of kisses.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” she said. “But I’m glad you were my first.”

Some primitive part of me wanted to growl and tell her I’d be her fucking last, but I knew she deserved better. I shoved my dick back into my pants and zipped up. With one last lingering look at the beautifully disheveled woman, I let myself out, only waiting long enough to ensure she locked the door behind me.

I’d done some stupid shit over the years, but this one just might have been the worst. Even now, I could feel how tight she’d been, how fucking fantastic it had felt to slam my dick into her. Yeah, no doubt that my one night with Lily was going to haunt me for a while, but I wouldn’t go back. No matter how tempting it might be.

Find out more about Sarge and Lily in Flicker (Dixie Reapers MC 11)

Harley Wylde

When Harley is writing, her motto is the hotter the better. Off the charts sex, commanding men, and the women who can’t deny them. If you want men who talk dirty, are sexy as hell, and take what they want, then you’ve come to the right place!

An international bestselling author, Harley is the “wilder” side of award-winning scifi/fantasy romance author Jessica Coulter Smith, and writes gay fantasy romance as Dulce Dennison.

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