Death Falls might amount to a story for Samantha Wilde.
But to Asa Boone, it was his entire life.
And she had just done something that he might never live down.
“Are you fucking stupid?!” he yelled, jumping off his Harley as soon as they reached a little, desolate house in the heart of Death Falls.
Where the fuck were they?
“Are you?” he demanded, pacing away from her then turning on his heel to stomp back as though if he kept moving it would prevent him from killing her with his bare hands.
“I didn’t tell anyone, Asa!”
“They found out!”
“I was on my phone,” she explained, not that she had any excuse, but Asa was already cutting to the heart of the matter.
“You asked Luke about that telephone number. Do you think he’s a fucking idiot?”
“No, I-”
“Stop!” he barked, throwing his hand up to silence her. “You don’t get it, do you?”
“Get what? You don’t want anyone to know I’m a reporter, so-”
“But do you get why that is?” he asked, catching his breath all the while in an effort to calm down.
“So that you don’t get in trouble for associating with me,” she supplied.
“No,” he shot back. “So that you don’t get killed for associating with me.”
They stared at each other for a heavy beat, Samantha studying the nicks and lacerations across his face that only added to his intense appeal. Again, Asa paced off, this time plowing his fingers through the narrow mop of messy hair atop his head. It looked as though he was trying to keep his mind from splitting apart.
“They’re going to tell Rodney.”
“That I’m a reporter?”
“They’re going to think you know shit.”
“But I don’t,” she pleaded. “And the Black Skulls don’t have anything to worry about even if I did know something because you guys didn’t do it.”
When Asa said nothing, failing to confirm she was right, a bad feeling began churning in her stomach. But that couldn’t be, he had been adamant before about his MC’s innocence.
“No one’s going to kill me.”
“You have no fucking clue what you’re dealing with here. If they want you dead, you’ll be dead…and guess who will be the one ordered to fucking kill? Jesus Samantha for a smart woman you are stupid.”
She took a step back. Suddenly she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Despite being outside, she felt like the walls were closing in. If she wasn’t stressed out enough about her impulsiveness up north, there was the fact that Harry expected one thousand words in roughly four hours.
She didn’t even realize she had begun hyperventilating until Asa said, “Hey, breathe. Can you breathe? Samantha, are you okay?” He gripped onto her shoulders, forcing her to look into his eyes and breathing deeply himself as if it might will her to do the same.
She took a long, stuttering breath and her vision blurred with tears. She exhaled slowly as Asa continued coaching her to calm down. When she could finally breathe she said, “I’m in way over my head.”
“You fucking think?” He didn’t sound like he was trying to be an ass, just a realist.
She felt a fresh wave of tears well up in her eyes. She took a concerted moment to blink the blur away. “This article I’m supposed to write... I don’t know what I’m doing. I begged for this story and now that I have it, I don’t know.
“Shh,” Asa whispered as he pulled her into his chest. She buried her face against him and wrapped her arms around his strong body. It felt so good to be held and Asa began gently rocking her back and forth. She continued breathing deeply as she rested her head on his shoulder.
Her exhaustion soon turned to arousal. He had that effect on her. Just feeling the length of him pressing against her, his hips aligned with hers, his muscular arms holding her close, caused the soothing sensation of tingling heat to flare between her legs.
When he exhaled, letting his deep tone come with it, it reminded her of his sexual groaning and her body immediately responded. She was growing hotter and wetter. She wasn’t just holding him now, but gripping him tightly as though if she didn’t hold on well enough, he might float away.
It was a long moment before she opened her eyes and it dawned on her that she had no idea where she was. She was facing a little, rundown house, as she held him. It was dark inside, only one light above the porch, which didn’t cast much light. Studying it, she realized it wasn’t exactly rundown, but simply weathered.
“Where are we?” she finally asked, releasing her grip around his muscular shoulders so that she could look up at him and gaze into his intense, dark eyes that now looked lustful in a way that made her want to thrust his jeans down and mount him.
“I couldn’t take you back to Wanda’s Motor Inn,” he explained in a calm, deep tone. “I’m not sure how fast word will spread but if the Blue Spades call Rodney, if everyone in the MC knows that you’re a reporter, you wouldn’t be safe there.”
She was following him so far, but it didn’t explain where they actually were.
Asa stroked his hands down the length of her body, caressed her ass, and then held her tight, his strong arms wrapping her lower back and bracing her to him. She could feel his dick hardening for her beneath his jeans and it made her pussy begin to ache.
She smiled up at him as he leaned in. When his lips met hers they felt warm and firm. She kissed him, following his lead, parting her lips the moment his tongue slipped in, tilting her head and welcoming the deepening kiss.
She had her answer, but when Asa straightened up, he told her anyway. “This is my place.” She was smiling once again, this time because he had taken her hand and was now leading her towards the porch steps. It was definitely a cute bungalow, she realized as they came to the front door. Inside, he flipped on the lights and she saw the living room, which looked as masculine as Asa himself with a brown leather sofa set that was more than broken in, Harley Davidson memorabilia covering the walls, and the scent of stale cigarettes in the air—a smell she had come to associate with Asa and therefore liked. Though his place reminded her of a man cave or bachelor pad, it wasn’t messy. The kitchen, which he had made a beeline for, was spotless.
He opened the refrigerator and grabbed a beer, but didn’t crack it open. Instead, he set it against her left cheekbone where one of the biker chicks had clocked her good. The cold felt soothing on the emerging bruise.
“Your lip is cut, too,” he said in a low tone, as he traced her lower lip with his index finger, studying the damage.
She couldn’t even feel it but noticed his was cut as well. “We’re quite a pair,” she said.
His mouth curled into a crooked smile and he pulled her in, letting the cold beer bottle lower. He kissed her and this time she felt a little sensitivity on her mouth, but that might have been because he was kissing her forcefully, his hands stroking up and down her body. She sighed a soft moan and he took it as an invitation to find her bra clasp. Helping her bra down her arms with some rough maneuvering, Samantha discarded it through the sleeve of her tee shirt. Asa cupped both of her breasts with his large, warm hands, having discarded the beer on the kitchen counter. He breathed heavily, massaging the perky mounds of her tits and pressing his hips against hers until she backed against the counter and spread her legs.
She moaned, getting lost in the feel of his sensual massage. Her nipples hardened. She grabbed his hips and fumbled with the hem of his wife-beater until she felt his hot skin, those hip muscles of his, in her grasp. She could also feel his hardening cock through his jeans. His bulge was pressing between her legs and delivering just enough pressure to soothe her hot, aching pussy.
Hungrily, Asa lifted her tee shirt up and over her head, freeing her. She lowered her arms and took hold of his bulging biceps just as her tee shirt hit the floor. Her tits were full, rising and falling with her fluttering breath, which Asa seemed to e
njoy watching. He groaned excitedly, holding her waist firmly, and then pulled her in so that he could wrap his warm mouth around her right breast. He sucked a long stroke then flicked her hard nipple with his tongue, and Samantha thought she might lose it. How was she even standing? The fact that she hadn’t fallen over, her knees buckling, was nothing short of a miracle.
As Asa continued sucking and flicking her breast in a slow, passionate rhythm, he also began gently thrusting his cock against her pussy with all their clothing in-between. There was something very erotic about it, hot and heavy that made her exceptionally turned on. And they were still in the kitchen, she realized. What, was he going to fuck her on the counter?
Would she mind? Hardly...
She felt like she was going into a hot trance with those hands of his on her, squeezing and massaging her breasts, lifting them so that he had maximum control as he suckled her nipples. She didn’t want to slip away into another dimension so she tasked herself to get him out of his damn clothes. As she grew hotter and wetter, her pussy throbbing to be filled by his thick cock, she first pushed his leather kutte off his broad shoulders. When it shifted down to his forearms, he chucked it aside and then his large hands were right back where they started on her tits.
“Mmm,” she moaned, almost losing sight of her goal.
She took hold of the bottom hem of his wife-beater, craving a peek at those washboard abs, the beautiful stretch of his lower stomach where his cock would surely slap as soon as she had freed it. Though she felt limp with arousal, she ripped his shirt off and immediately pressed her palms to the firm wall of his chest. Jesus, he was sexy. Those chest tattoos of his were mouth-watering, not to mention the ones on his arms and back. She was nearly out of breath just looking at him and it didn’t help her concentration that he was working the front of her jean shorts open.
She didn’t want to rush, but she needed his pants off. She wanted him buck naked, hard as a rock, and thrusting inside of her already. Samantha was aching so badly she thought she might split in two if the relief of his thick cock didn’t penetrate her tight, throbbing pussy soon.
Hastily, she fumbled with his belt buckle and when she finally got the damn thing undone, she began popping his fly buttons open.
Asa let out a deep laugh then said, “I like watching you want me.”
She smiled, locking eyes with him, as she pushed his jeans down his hips. He could deal with his boots, getting his jeans totally off, she had moved on to his delicious cock, which she was now cupping despite the thin, cotton boxer-briefs that separated him from her. God, he felt hard. The shaft of his cock was nice and thick. She could almost envision the feel of it slowly pressing into her tight, wet pussy. She gasped out a moan at the thought and began exploring the length of his dick. Was he eight inches or nine?
He was so perfect!
And his hands were still caressing her tits, his fingers pinching her hard nipples to mix up the sensations of pleasure and pain. When he grazed his hand down the front of her jeans, slipping his fingers beneath her panties and snugging his index finger between the swollen lips of her wet labia, she sighed out a moan of relief as though having his hands on her had the power to bring her back to life. And in response, she stretched the elastic waistband of his boxer-briefs away from his hard stomach.
Gradually, she reached inside. Her fingers met his huge cock. The shaft was hard and so hot. She wrapped her hand around it and he groaned in such a way that her pussy tightened with tingles in response. Drawing out their foreplay like this was insane. Every cell in her body felt sensitive, heightened in anticipation for his next touch. In fact, she felt so aroused that she wondered if she might climax solely from his tongue flicking her nipple or his finger delivering a circling massage to her swollen clit. Overcome with need, she pushed his boxer-briefs down his hips and though they didn’t fall to the floor of their own accord but rather hugged his upper thigh, she had exposed his beautiful cock and that’s all she needed.
Glancing down, she drank in the sight of it—smooth, hot, hard as a rock, pointing right at her as though it had a mind of its own, separate and apart from Asa, and needed her just as much as she needed it.
Gripping it tenderly, she began stroking it and Asa groaned softly in her ear. He was so swept up in the feel of her masturbating his thick cock that he went still, his hands lingering on her sensitive breasts but no longer massaging them.
She looked up at his face, her nose coming to the crisp line of his jaw. She loved the way he smelled—the slick sweat scent of his hot skin. His lips parted. His mouth drifted open, as he grew more and more aroused by the firm strokes she was delivering.
“Fuck,” he groaned before sucking in a tight breath, grabbing her waist, and squeezing as though he couldn’t quite believe she was real. “Why does my bed seem so far away?” She let out a breathy laugh then delivered the softest kiss to his sexy mouth. As she eased off, he clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around her waist, and the next thing she knew Asa was roughly pulling her panties down with her jean shorts.
After some rushed fumbling, he had stripped her of all clothing and gotten out of his own boots, jeans, and boxer-briefs, and there they were, standing face-to-face, hot and naked and searching each other's eyes. She ran her fingertips along the sheared sides of his head then down his crisp jawline, down his neck, and finally took hold of his bulging biceps, all the while loving how Asa was teasing her by brushing the big head of his cock across her stomach, between her legs, tracing along the lines of her body and making her pussy burn to be filled.
“Shit,” she breathed. “I need you now.”
In answer to her need, he lifted her onto the counter, grabbed her ankles to ensure her long legs would stay nice and spread for him, and angled his hard cock at her tight, throbbing pussy. “Yes,” she moaned in anticipation, watching his dick, that thick head near her pussy. She could feel his dark eyes on her, but observing his cock touch her then begin to penetrate was too good to miss.
He let out a groan as he slowly penetrated her deeper and deeper. He was so thick, so hard and long, that she began sucking in sharp breaths, her pussy stretching to accommodate his wide girth.
“You like my cock in you don’t you?” he groaned in her ear.
“God, yes.”
“I want to be in here all the time,” he whispered, just as the hard head of his dick met with firm resistance deep inside of her, having penetrated her completely. She could feel the pulse of blood-flow beating through his dick, the flick of his aliveness awakening her own body. And he felt it too. He released her ankles and she instinctively planted her heels on the counter, as he took rough hold of her fleshy hips, widened his stance, and began fucking her.
“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned, taking firm hold of his muscular shoulders, as he pounded into her tight pussy, in and out, back and forth, skin slapping against skin, from where they stood in the kitchen, fucking fast and dirty. He was grunting in her ear now, which only caused a hot, flare of blossoming tingles to roll through her pussy. Everything about him turned her on and knowing that he craved, or rather loved being inside of her was an added layer of excitement that she thoroughly enjoyed.
As he kept fucking her, stirring up the most amazing heat and friction, his wide cock brushing her most sensitive spots, the large head of his dick thrusting against her deepest region, God even his firm pubic bone was tapping against her swollen clit—hitting every hot spot! Her pussy began expanding and contracting, on fire and totally melting for his quickening thrusts. She moaned, wanting the climax to wash over her, but wishing this state of bliss would never end. When she moaned, hard and heavy, an indication she was ready to pop, Asa held his big, hard dick deep inside of her.
Fuck! Don’t stop, god damn it.
Was he trying to torture her?
Just as she was about to object, slap him, make him fuck her to completion, he lifted her off the counter, his cock still deep inside. Instinctively, she wra
pped her legs around him, held onto his muscular shoulders, and soon realized he was carrying her into the bedroom—a simple left out of the kitchen and down a short hallway, another left and they were there.
With their chests pressed tightly together, she could feel his heart beating in rhythm with hers. When he reached the bed, he looked into her eyes and grew very still. Her breath hitched in her throat. This wasn’t just hot. It was intense. Surprising her was the sensation of his cock flexing deep inside of her, as though he was able to lift and lower it.
It was fucking delicious and he never broke eye contact.
Instead, he whispered, “How do you want me to finish you off?”
Oh, Jesus! Was he some kind of sex God? Why was everything he did and said so fucking perfect regardless of whether he was dark and dirty about it or kind and tender?
“I’m so close,” she said softly before kissing his sexy mouth. The taste of him could bring her to her knees. “Fuck me any way you want.”
His lip curled into a crooked smile and though she sensed he was planning on hurting her, the possibility only made her want him more. But again he surprised her, being gentle as he helped her to her feet. When her toes touched down and it was clear she had her balance, he turned her, thrust the length of her against him. His hard cock met with the warm crease of her ass, and she moaned.
After a moment of cupping her tits from behind, he reached one hand down to her pussy and began massaging her clit, which started her arousal surging all over again.
“Oh god,” she sighed, melting into his strong body behind her, but just as she was getting comfortable with the sensual massage he had begun, he guided her onto the bed where he positioned her quivering body on all fours. Kneeling on the bed behind her, he inched in close. As she arched her back she could feel the heat rolling off of his hard cock. Her pussy was aching, slippery and throbbing, for his dominating penetration... And he gave it to her.
“Ah!” she cried out as he thrust into her so hard and fast that a choked gasp escaped her. He started fucking her hungrily. Immediately, the most titillating heat and friction was stirred up. It felt like she was on fire, her pussy blossoming with delicious tingles, swelling and contracting as an orgasm built.
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