ASA: BLACK SKULLS MC

by Walker, Kylie

  After turning the deadbolt and yanking the chain-lock out of position, she drew the door inward and found Asa Boone standing in front of her.

  The little gasp she let out when their eyes locked said it all. She was both surprised and thrilled to see him and it was a long moment before she recalled giving her room number to him with distinct mention of the motor inn.

  He took a confident step towards her then leaned on the doorframe, scanning the bare-bones motel room behind her.

  Samantha felt like she was floating towards him, but knew she wasn’t, though she couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sexy lines of his face—his crisp jawline and its delicious dusting of stubble, the length of his muscular neck, the mounds of his pecs, his eyes, as intense as they were dark, finally returning to her.

  “Can I help you?” she said breathily as soon as her brain decided to start working again.

  “It doesn’t look like you’re leaving town,” he commented.

  “You thought you could scare me off?” she challenged.

  “I could’ve,” he shot back. “If we hadn’t been interrupted.”

  Without bothering to ask for her permission, he took another confident step forward, giving her no choice but to shuffle backward or be plowed over. When he reached the foot of the bed, he gave her suitcase a little kick.

  “The easy way,” he went on, “would amount to me carrying this out to your car and giving some directions to ensure you make it back to Vegas.”

  “And the hard way?”

  He grinned at her, but it came across slightly evil.

  “It turns you on to hear me say it, doesn’t it?” he asked, squaring his broad shoulders at her and planting his fists on his hips.

  Her eyes were immediately drawn to his firm chest, the lines of his hard abs, and the bulge below his rugged belt buckle. She hadn’t yet shut the door as if keeping it open would give her options. But she didn’t want options. She wanted him to dominate her, to have his dirty way, but only if running her out of town wouldn’t come next.

  “I’m not the only reporter in Death Falls, you know,” she announced.

  “Shut the fucking door.”

  She did, instantly and without question. With a trembling voice, she stated, “I’m not going anywhere.”

  “We’ll see about that,” he warned, stalking towards her until their bodies were hotly pressed together. Asa angled over her, staring down at her with a mean expression that had an adverse effect on her. Instead of scaring her it caused Samantha to tingle all over and thrilled goose bumps to break out across her damp skin. A flutter of creamy arousal swelled between her legs. Her pussy grew wet as though Asa’s mere proximity was speaking directly to her lady parts. Stubbornly, she argued, “Why are you fixated on me?”

  “As opposed to the slew of other reporters?” When she lifted her chin to confirm, he supplied, “They haven’t come to the clubhouse. They’re not staying in Death Falls at the one motel we have. They’re not-”

  “Threatening you?” she guessed.

  The look on his face told her that he knew where she was going with this. The Black Skulls couldn’t be threatened if they hadn’t killed Fox. Innocent men weren’t bothered by aggressive reporters. Only guilty men were. When Asa laughed, it hardly covered his clear and present concern, but that didn’t mean Samantha wasn’t effectively distracted. God, he was fucking hot. She drank in the sight of his sexy mouth, his straight teeth and the slight strip of gums that his smile revealed. She wasn’t sure what was holding her back from reaching up and cupping his tight package, making his cock grow in her hand. It would turn her on to no end to watch him… to feel him stiffen for her.

  Once again, the moment felt surreal.

  “You think I’m threatened by you?” he asked, as the hearty grin waned from his now-serious face.

  “What are you hiding?”

  He snorted in response and paced off towards the bathroom, taking a lazy lap around the room. Samantha wasn’t sure if it had been a sound of exasperation, disgust, or lust, but she certainly liked the view of his meandering. His ass looked great in those jeans and his arms from behind were beefy. Phew! She had to remind herself to keep breathing, which wasn’t easy considering the heat!

  He turned on his heel to look at her, as he said, “You’re more interested in a good fuck than a good story. You were begging for it.”

  “I was scared.”

  “You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into when you came to Poison.”

  “I just want to write the truth and if the Black Skulls are innocent-”

  “The Black Skulls are far from innocent and you know it,” he fired back.

  “I meant in terms of Johnny Fox,” she clarified, taking a few bold steps towards him. “It doesn’t matter!” he yelled and she fell silent. “Our world is a cat’s cradle of questionable activity.” Again, he snorted, but this time it was clear what disgusted him—the press. He shook his head, mentioning, “If any of you people knew who Johnny Fox was...” She gave him a moment to pick up the thread of his point. “He’s not worth the ink you’d waste printing a story about him.”

  “Okay,” she allowed and when he met her gaze, she said, “tell me who he was. Why isn’t he worth writing about?”

  “The Black Skulls live by a code,” he stated and it wasn’t lost on Samantha that he was beginning his explanation with ambiguity. “We have lines we don’t cross, believe it or not.”

  “And Fox crossed those lines?”

  Instead of answering or even confirming with a held gaze or nod of the head, Asa neared her with his dark eyes traveling the length of her body. His gaze lingered on the curves of her perky tits beneath the loose-fitting tee she wore. He took hold of her narrow waist as a heavy exhale escaped his rugged mouth. Samantha could barely hear him over the sounds of her own quickening breaths. His hands were so big and strong. She loved the feel of him gripping her. She latched onto his thick forearms and wrapped her fingers around his warm skin as she glanced up into his dark, smoldering eyes.

  “Is this the part where you hurt me and I’m so terrified that I leave Death Falls and never come back?” she whispered.

  “Something like that.”

  A perverse thrill ran through her but she kept it to herself. She was interested in discovering how rough he could get but at the same time she didn’t want to provoke him to be crueler than his true nature. Surprisingly, she also didn’t want him to go soft on her either. A good, hard fuck might be just what she needed to rid the flowing lust from her system and get back on track. She could get back on with her job and her life, pre-Asa.

  She wasn’t concerned in any way, shape, or form that Asa would succeed at running her out of town. She wasn’t going to give up on this story. It was too important to her career. And what Asa was threatening her with wasn’t really a threat, if she wanted it…and she did.

  She squealed without warning when he lifted her by the waist and effortlessly tossed her to the bed where she bounced and let out another yelp.

  He peeled off his leather kutte and walked over to the side of the bed. Samantha was against the headboard with her knees drawn up to her chin. Asa dropped down onto the bed and grabbed both of her ankles in his large hands. He used them to pull her toward him until she was flat on her back. He hovered over her on his knees with his hands braced against her inner thighs. He was so strong that if she wanted to escape despite her efforts it would have been futile. She didn’t want to escape, though. Her pussy was aching for him to thrust his thick cock into her and make her gasp and scream. She ached for him to put an end to the sudden onset of hot, aching tingles that had bloomed deep down in her core.

  “What would you hate for me to do?” he asked himself in a deep and sexy whisper as if deciding how to proceed.

  She had to wonder herself. There was something about Asa Boone that had her thinking he could do literally anything to her and she would still come over and over again.

  “A prissy,
little girl like you would hate to get fucked up the ass,” he said as his mouth curled into a wicked smile.

  “You sure about that?” she asked calmly, feeling an intrigued grin creep across her face. He cocked an eyebrow at her and smiled. He really wasn’t prepared to give her what she wanted. He was there to punish her…to make her want to run.

  As he continued silently brainstorming, the evidence of which was a sexy and shifting look of pure lust on his face, he eyed the apex of denim between her legs. He loosened his grip on her thighs and used his thick fingers to graze her hot skin until they reached her pussy. He used them to tease it—under the jeans and over her panties. Her wet cream was already seeping through the thick material of her shorts. Rubbing her there without actually touching her should suffice to drive her insane. She moaned and whimpered slightly but then suddenly remembered that she couldn’t show him that she liked it, or he would stop. This would be quite a game, and fighting the intense urge to rip off her own tee shirt and bra and begging him to suck her tits would be the first of many impulses she would have to overcome in order to win.

  Asa rose up higher on his knees and stared down at her. He put his hands on his belt and she watched practically in fascination as he unbuckled it. Her mouth was actually watering. What in the hell was wrong with her. No…it wasn’t her. It was him. He was just too fucking sexy. Everything about him screamed sex and just looking at the man made an orgasm inevitable.

  His arms flexed and his strong hands peeled the leather back, and soon his belt hung loosely. Then he moved on to unbuttoning and unzipping—God, that was a sexy sound!—He widened the fly of his jeans so that Samantha had a full view of his black boxer-briefs and the gorgeous shaft that was well on its way to thickening beneath.

  She lifted onto her elbows, transfixed by the sight of him and anticipated what he might do next. Her gaze zoned in on the promise of his hunky cock making its appearance.

  God damn it, why were her shorts still on?

  She found out that it didn’t matter. First of all, Asa was a tease. He didn’t take that cock that she was aching to see and touch and feel, out of his shorts. And, her shorts wouldn’t still be on for long. He reached for them, tearing the front wide open. Then he yanked them down her thighs, causing her pink panties to slip slightly down as well. He got off the bed and grabbed her ankles, and with a rough jerk, he flipped her onto her stomach with her calves dangling off the side of the bed. The next thing she knew, he was pulling her jeans shorts clear off. They landed with a plop to the floor and he smacked her ass.

  “Oh!” she yelped in surprise.

  He tugged her panties down and straddled her legs, and though she couldn’t see what he was up to back there, the way his cool breath hit her skin was enough of an indication.

  “Oh, yes,” she breathed, as his hot, wet tongue met with her aching pussy in one tight thrust.

  He was squeezing her ass cheeks together hard, his thumbs peeling her pussy lips apart. Samantha arched her back, desperate to feel as much of him as possible. He wiggled his tongue around, probing her juicy pussy, and then licked the length of her, traveling up her ass-crack and down again.

  She was so turned on that it hurt. She needed to feel him inside her to get any sense of relief from the hot, aching flood between her legs. Her body was ready for him and she found herself in a prolonged state of ecstasy that she had never experienced before. She felt him explore the velvety folds of her pussy with his tongue and it had her gripping the comforter of the bed with balled fists. He was massaging her, his strong hands kneading her plump ass for a sensual moment, in-between fucking her with his tongue.

  For a man hell-bent on punishing her, Asa certainly seemed to enjoy making her moan and squirm with building pleasure.

  Not that she could think straight, but it did dawn on Samantha that perhaps he had changed his mind. Maybe he didn’t want to rough her up so badly that their sex could only be called rape. Maybe he wanted to show off. Maybe he wanted to give it to her in such a way that would make it impossible for Samantha to conceive of ever being with another man again. Maybe that’s where this was going...

  Asa got off the bed again and took her by the ankles. He flipped her over and as she gently bounced on the mattress, looking up at his sexy face and then down at his thick, long cock, the firm, silky head that was peeking out of the waistband of his boxer-briefs, she reminded herself to maintain her poker face just in case. It was hard. The sight of that cock and his beautiful face made her mouth water so much that she was almost afraid slobber might be ripping down her chin.

  “Spread your legs,” he ordered in a gruff whisper.

  Gazing up at him, a coy smile forming at the corner of her mouth, she widened her legs, bent her knees and lifted herself up onto her elbows so that if she chose to, she could watch as he split her pussy open with that thick cock. She wanted to watch as he pounded her. God that would be hot.

  Her floppy tee shirt was somewhat annoying. One side of the neckline was cutting into her neck and the other was stuck against her arm just north of her elbow. But Asa soon took care of that, yanking the garment up and over her head while she flailed her arms. Once he had freed her, he chucked the tee shirt across the room and then pulled the cups of her pink bra down, exposing her tits and her hardened nipples.

  “Get rid of it,” he instructed, indicating her bra, and she did.

  Looking down at her from where he stood at the edge of the bed, he began squeezing his cock through the thin cotton of his boxer-briefs. Come on, thought Samantha, take your damn clothes off or is this part of my punishment? She wasn’t sure she would survive another session of standing naked before him and dripping with anticipation that wouldn’t bear fruit.

  As if in answer to her prayers, he slowly peeled his thin, white wife-beater up and over his head. He paused, drinking in the sight of her, as she returned the sentiment, studying the dead-sexy shape of his firm pecs, the badass tattoos spanning his chest and his ribs on the side and the hard ripples of his washboard abs.

  Yes, she thought as a yearning smile came over her face, her fingers grazed her wet pussy in anticipation. This is exactly who I want to fuck me.

  She was hungry for it and by the looks of it, so was Asa. Hard and fast, he kicked off his boots, grabbed a condom from his jeans, and then thrust them down. He stepped out of them, and in the next breath, jerked his tight boxer-briefs off too.

  His huge cock slapped against his lower abdomen as he neared the edge of the bed, finally as nude as her.

  Sweat was beading up across his skin, making him glisten. She realized she was slick as well, but the heat of her skin was nothing compared to the burning desire between her legs.

  Asa pulled the condom out of the wrapper and tossed the foil package aside before rolling it over his throbbing erection. Then he lowered down onto the bed, crawling over her until the hard tip of his cock brushed against her sensitive thigh. She was breathing so quickly that she thought she might faint. Her legs were spread wide for him and her pussy was throbbing as he stroked his cock along the slippery length of her. Her body convulsed.

  “Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, as she grabbed his face and their eyes locked.

  “Is this what you want?” he whispered in a deep tone just as he popped the tip of his thick cock into her tight, aching pussy.

  “Yes,” she breathed sharply, her eyes drifting shut. She hooked her arms around his muscular shoulders, so their faces were close and their lips aligned without touching. That was when she suddenly realized they had never kissed, but it only made what they were about to do even hotter.

  “Is this why you came to Death Falls?” he questioned. He didn’t give her time to respond before he thrust that wide cock deep into her tight pussy. He pushed in hard and fast and she cried out in ecstasy.

  She breathed heavily as she felt the sweet sting of her body struggling to adjust to his surprising dimensions. He held his rock hard cock deep inside of her. She began thrusting her hip
s ever so slightly, working his shape inside of her, loosening up her pussy. Finally, when she was certain that he wouldn’t be able to tear her in half if he decided to fuck her seriously hard, she stilled beneath him and said, “You know why I came to Death Falls. If you feel like dominating me and making me come, then it’s merely an added bonus.”

  “When will you learn?” he sneered, but it only turned her on more.

  She smiled up at him, her pussy throbbed around his thick, motionless cock, and her clit tingled. As still as he meant to be, his every breath caused the slightest, sweetest friction between his pubic bone and her sensitive clit. She smiled the dreamy smile of someone lost in a dream, but Asa soon wiped that smile right off her face.

  Violently, he grabbed her strawberry blonde hair at the nape of her neck and she yelped and her eyes popped open in terror. That’s when he began pounding her, his hard cock was suddenly a weapon. His thrusts were brutal and his grunts animalistic.

  Samantha cried out, moaning and tensing as he relentlessly pounded her. She struggled to slow him down, squeezing his flexed arms and even slapping his mean face, but none of it did any good and after a few moments she couldn’t deny that her body was responding to it all. She felt a sudden clench and her pussy flared with a burst of fluttering heat. “Fuck!” She cried out, almost in a scream and it only made him fuck her harder.

  They bounced together on the bed in perfect rhythm. His momentum and the give of the mattress, helped him to reach her that more deeply, stimulating the hardest to reach recesses of her tight little pussy and giving her swollen clit the perfect amount of accidental attention.

  Yes, it hurt and it stung. But, oh fuck! It felt so good!

  He was fucking her like a wild animal, their sweaty bodies slapped together and her orgasm built like a tidal wave all the while. The way he was grunting in her ear was so dirty that it kept her juices flowing like a faucet. Her scalp burned where he was pulling her hair, but it only added to the sweet sting of pleasure between her legs.