Zipper (Dixie Reapers 7)

by Harley Wylde

  I tugged him to his feet and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Mason, did I tell you to stop?”

  He shook his head.

  “Did I ever once say anything that made you think I wasn’t enjoying what you did to me? You said yourself I was wet as hell from you spanking me. Yeah, I may have screamed at first because I’d never had a cock in me before, but the pain didn’t last very long, and I loved what we did out here. I’ve wanted you since the time I was thirteen and figured out boys weren’t gross. I wanted you the night you left my dad’s shop and never came back. If anyone should apologize for anything, it’s me. I ran you off.”

  He didn’t bother fastening his pants, just left them hanging on his hips. With my jeans and shoes lying on his driveway, he scooped me up and carried me into his house. He kicked the door shut behind us and carried me into the living room. When he eased me down onto the couch, I winced and bit my lip. As hard as he’d spanked me, I’d likely be a bit bruised for a few days, but I was glad I hadn’t stopped him. I’d always dreamed of what it would be like for Mason to take my virginity, but I’d never thought of him as being so wild and untamed before. Biker, yes, but the kind of man to strip me out in the open, then spank and fuck me? No. That hadn’t crossed my mind.

  “Jesus, Delphine. I didn’t even use fucking protection. I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom before, and I swear I’m clean. I get tested every month, and I got my last results a week ago. I haven’t been with anyone during that time.”

  “Well, I’ve never been with anyone before, in any sexy capacity, so I don’t think you need to worry about catching something from me.”

  He ran a hand down his face and paced the room. “Please tell me you’re on birth control.”

  My cheeks warmed and looked away. I couldn’t lie to him. “It messes up my hormones, so my doctor said I can’t take it.”

  “I can’t decide if I’m upset that you aren’t on it because we just fucked without a rubber, or if I’m upset that you wanted to be on it so you could fuck someone else,” he muttered as he kept pacing.

  “I didn’t want anyone else,” I said quietly. “But I didn’t want to be alone forever either. It was obvious you didn’t want me, and I figured you hated me for chasing you off the way I did.”

  He came to kneel in front of me. His cock peeking through the opening of his jeans made me want him again. My gaze locked on it, still shiny from our mingled release. How the hell could he still be semi-hard after coming? And if he looked that big already, just how much cock had been inside me?

  “I left so I wouldn’t do something I shouldn’t. You were sixteen, Delphine! Do you know how much trouble I’d have been in if I hadn’t walked out that night? The last thing I expected when I entered the shop was to find you in my cubicle, naked with your legs spread in invitation. Fuck! You were the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen, and way too damn young for me. I ran the hell out of there before I did something stupid, because you didn’t fucking look sixteen. My cock just saw a pretty, pink pussy and I was hard and ready to go.”

  “I never wanted to get you into trouble. I just wanted… you,” I said.

  “I know, baby.” He reached up and cupped my cheek. “But I was a thirty-two-year-old man, and you were just a kid. One who looked like a grown-ass woman, but still just a kid. It was beyond wrong. I was so fucking disgusted with myself for reacting to you the way I did I knew I had to leave.”

  “And now?” I asked. “I’m not a kid anymore, Mason.”

  “No, you’re not,” he said with a slight smile. “I’m still too fucking old for you, but damn if this isn’t the sweetest, tightest pussy I’ve ever had.”

  He reached out and trailed a finger down the center of my panties and my eyes slid shut. He had to feel how wet they were as his cum slipped out of me and coated the material. And why did that make me feel dirty and turned on at the same time?

  Mason reached for the waistband of my panties and tugged them down my hips, over my thighs, and let them fall to the floor. He pushed my thighs wide open and just stared.

  “You look so pretty covered in my cum,” he murmured, and stroked my pussy. “We can talk later. Now that I’ve had a taste, I want more. You want that, don’t you, baby?”

  “Yes. Please, Mason.”

  He stood and stripped off his clothes until he was standing bare in front of me. His body was a work of art, and my fingers itched to trace every muscle, every bit of ink on his gorgeous body. Mason knelt in front of me and pulled my ass to the edge of the couch. His gaze locked on mine.

  “I’ll get a condom if you want me to, but you felt so fucking good wrapped around me. I know it’s like playing Russian roulette, though, and you could end up pregnant.”

  I looked into those blue eyes that I’d dreamed about for so long. He was right, it was really risky. A risk we shouldn’t take, especially while my stepmom was after me, but what if this was my only chance to ever be with him like this? I didn’t like the thought of anything separating us. Besides, how likely was it I’d get pregnant the first night I had sex? That only happened in movies, right?

  “No condom.”

  He growled and gripped my hips tight before thrusting deep. “Is that what you want, baby? You want me to fuck you bare and fill you with my cum? You want me to brand you as mine?”

  I arched my back and thrust my breasts upward. “Yes! Yes, Mason!”

  He practically ripped my shirt over my head, and his lips wrapped around one of my nipples, as he started thrusting into me. He wasn’t gentle, and it was almost like he was possessed. Mason pounded into me while he licked and nipped at my breasts. My nails bit into his shoulders as I floated on waves of bliss. I felt his hands inching under me, gripping my poor abused ass, and then he was parting the cheeks. His finger stroked over the tight hole he’d bared, rubbing it in little circles. He applied just enough pressure that I felt naughty, but he didn’t press inside. It was enough to set me off. I screamed as I came so damn hard, and still he fucked me.

  All of the filthy books I’d read, the porn I’d watched couldn’t have ever prepared me for this moment. I knew, though, that if anyone could give me what I craved, that it would be Mason. He bellowed as he came inside me, thrusting his cum deep into my pussy. His chest was heaving as he buried his face in my neck, his cock pulsing inside me. Slowly, he pulled back and looked into my eyes. He stroked my cheek, then kissed me hard and deep. It wasn’t a kiss so much as a claiming.

  “You’re fucking mine now, Delphine. Do you understand?”

  I nodded slowly.

  “I don’t think you do, baby.” He ground against my pussy. “No one comes in this pussy but me. You are mine to fuck when I want, how I want. I will take you in every hole you’ve got and make you scream for more. No barriers. I want my cum all over you, marking you as mine. I walked away before because I had to, but you made the mistake of coming here on my territory. I took this virgin pussy, filled you up, and now you’re mine.”

  “Yours,” I said. “I was always yours, Mason.”

  “Damn right.” He kissed me again. “We’ll talk later. You can tell me what finally gave you the courage to show up here. Right now, I’m not done fucking my woman. Christ! I’m thirty-fucking-eight years old, and you make me feel like I’m eighteen again.”

  I bit my lip. “Well, I hope you aren’t eighteen because I have a thing for older men.”

  He growled and narrowed his eyes.

  “One older man,” I amended. I stroked his strawberry-blond hair, then ran my fingers over his beard. He really was the sexiest man I’d ever seen. And for whatever reason, he wanted me.

  “You’re going to pay for that slip-up, baby.”

  The promise in his voice made me shiver, and my nipples hardened even more.

  Chapter Two

  Zipper

  Delphine Lee was in my fucking bed. I stood at the side, staring down at where she lay sprawled across the mattress. I’d fucked her so much that first night and th
e next two days that I knew she had to be sore, and I may have smirked a little as I looked at the cum dried to her skin. Yeah, I’d been a bastard and marked her the only way I could at the time. Little did she realize when I said I wasn’t letting her go that I meant she was never leaving me. This wasn’t the type of thing that would fade over time.

  If she asked, I wouldn’t lie to her. There had been women in the time since I’d left her dad’s tattoo parlor. But nothing meaningful. Just a quick fuck here and there, mostly from club pussy, but even those were few and far between. As soon as I came, I was back to feeling empty and like a part of me was fucking missing. I’d never wanted to analyze too closely why that was, but deep down I’d known.

  She’d said that first night that Hwan was dead, and I couldn’t fucking believe it. The man had seemed indestructible. He’d had Delphine late in life and had been in his fifties when I worked for him. Hwan Lee had found me drunk off my ass in an alley. He’d hauled me into his shop, poured coffee down my throat until I’d sobered up, and we’d done a lot of talking. He’d had room in his shop for another artist, and I had been doing tattoos for about ten years at that point, just not for a fancy shop like Hwan ran.

  I remembered little Delphine when she’d been younger, accompanying her dad to work and sitting at one of the drafting tables. She’d had some talent back then, and I wondered if she’d kept up with it. I’d thought about her often over the years. Wondered what she was doing, if she’d met someone her age, maybe even gotten engaged. It wouldn’t have surprised me if her dad had decided to play matchmaker and find her some nice Korean boy to marry. From what I remembered, no one in Delphine’s family stuck to tradition, but I knew her great-grandparents had come over from Korea, and their children had grown up to marry other Koreans who had either moved to America or been born here. Same for her father. Even if she’d been old enough for me, I didn’t think her family would have approved her being with someone like me. I was mostly a mix of German, English, and Irish, but it was the part about me being white that had left me doubting their acceptance. They never turned away a friend or anyone in need, but claiming Delphine? Yeah, that probably wouldn’t have gone over too well.

  I hoped that Hwan wasn’t rolling over in his grave now that Delphine was here with me. Oh, he’d definitely have nailed my ass to the wall if he’d known about all the things I’d done to his baby girl since she’d shown up at the compound. Not that she’d complained. I smiled as my gaze traced over her slender curves.

  I’d done my damnedest to not run into her anywhere around town. Not because I hadn’t wanted to see her, but because I hadn’t trusted myself. Even when she’d grown up, I’d thought it best to keep my distance. She deserved better than me. The few glimpses I caught of her over the years, I’d always turned and walked the other way. I still remembered the conversation I had with Hwan the night I packed my shit and left his shop for good, feeling it was best to sever all ties. Giving him some bullshit excuse of needing to focus on the Reapers had worked at the time, but it hadn’t been true. He’d called at first, and I’d answered the first two or three, but I’d ignored the calls after that, and eventually he’d given up. I hated that I’d done that to him, but I’d been thinking of Delphine and what was best for her.

  Torch had given me space in the clubhouse to set up a room for tattooing the guys and their old ladies, and I’d only tattooed there for the first six months. Then I’d decided to use some of my money to open my own place. Nothing as big as Hwan’s place had been, but I did all right. Now I had two other artists working for me, and I only worked on bigger custom pieces. I left all the flash shit to the underlings.

  Delphine shifted on the bed, crooking her knee and spreading her legs open more. I damn near groaned at the sight of her pussy opening, almost as if it were wanting to be fucked again. I’d never had guessed that Delphine could walk on the wild side. She’d not only gotten wet from her spanking, but she’d let me do anything I wanted to do her that first night and the ones since then, and had seemed to love every second of it.

  Her eyes slowly opened, and she gave me a sleepy smile. “Morning.”

  “Morning, beautiful. Are you hungry?”

  She nodded and sat up, pushing her hair out of her face. God, I loved those long, brown waves. She’d let her hair grow past the middle of her back, and I’d grabbed a handful of it every time I’d fucked her from behind. I’d ridden her good and hard, those silky locks wrapped around my fist. Shit. I was getting hard again just thinking about her, and Delphine more than noticed as her lips curled up in a sinful smile. Hard to miss the ten-inch cock standing upright.

  She reached for me, her small hand wrapping around my dick. I hissed in a breath and grabbed her hand, pulling her off me.

  “If you do that, we won’t leave this bed all day, unless it’s for me to fuck you somewhere else around the house. And I think you’ve had enough of that right now.”

  She looked out the window at the sunlight streaming into the room. “You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have sex outside with the sun warming my skin.”

  “Uh-huh, and I have a ton of brothers running around here who could drive by or walk by at any time and see you. No one gets to enjoy your naked body but me.” My brows dipped. “No one has seen you naked, right? Or is there some punk-ass kid out there that needs his ass handed to him?”

  “I was a virgin, Mason. A virgin who had never even given a blow job. Do you seriously think I’ve ever pulled off my clothes for anyone but you?” she asked.

  “Didn’t mean you hadn’t gotten a little frisky without going very far. You’re rather adventurous for someone who hasn’t done this before.”

  “I read a lot. And I like porn.”

  “And just what kind of porn do you like?” I asked, having a hard time picturing her doing something like that. She came across as so sweet and innocent, not someone who’d get off watching people having sex. But then, she had stripped naked when she was sixteen and tried to entice me into claiming her virginity.

  Her cheeks warmed, and she dropped her gaze a moment. “I like watching some of the lighter BDSM stuff.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like the guy spanking the woman, tying her up, taking charge. He doesn’t ask for anything, just takes what he wants.”

  “And that gets you off?” I asked. If my dick got any harder right now, I’d be able to pound nails with it. Holy hell. I’d known she’d gotten off on her spanking, but I hadn’t realized she’d fantasized about that kind of thing. A trip to Sensual Delights was definitely in order.

  She slowly parted her legs, and I could see she was already getting wet again. I groaned and slammed my eyes shut, but it was no good. I’d already seen those pretty pink lips, slick with her arousal, and my cum dried on her skin in various places.

  “That was a very bad girl,” I said, my voice deeper than usual. “Tempting me when I said we didn’t need to have more sex this morning. Do you know what happens to bad girls?”

  “What?”

  “They get punished. Spread those legs wide, baby. Far as they can go.”

  She leaned back on her hands and did as I’d said. I braced a hand near her hip, leaning down to get closer to her. Then I toyed with her pussy with my other hand. I rubbed up and down her slit, light strokes that made her nipples hard and gave her goose bumps. I stroked the backs of my fingers against her nipples, then teased them with the hair on my arms. Her clit started to get hard and poke out of her sexy little pussy lips. I brushed my fingers over it, barely touching it but enough to make her want me even more. When she was quivering and ready for more, I stood up.

  “Kneel, Delphine,” I said, pointing to the floor at my feet.

  She slid off the bed and sank to her knees in front of me, her hands folded in her lap. I ran my fingers through her hair, getting a good grip, then pulled her closer to my aching cock.

  “Open your mouth. Wide.”

  She dropped her jaw, then I
dragged her lips down my shaft, not stopping until she’d taken all of me. I ground against her lips a moment, and when she choked and her eyes teared up, I pulled out only to thrust back in deep. I set up a slow pace, but fed her every inch of my cock every time. I ground myself against her lips again, and this time when she choked, I ordered her to swallow. I felt her throat close around my cock and it felt so fucking good.

  “Gonna fuck your mouth, baby. Be a good girl and take it all. When I come, you swallow it.”

  She hummed around my shaft, and I started stroking into her mouth faster and harder. Sweat slicked my skin as my balls started to sizzle, and I knew I was close to coming.

  “Fuck, yeah. Such a dirty little girl. You like it when I fuck your mouth, don’t you?” I asked.

  She hummed again, and I made her swallow on my cock once more before I started fucking her mouth even faster. I didn’t last but another minute before my cum spurted out of me and filled her mouth. She swallowed it all and when I pulled free, I helped her to her feet.

  “Is that pussy hungry for me? Do you ache, baby?” I asked.

  She nodded. “Please, Mason. I need you.”

  I turned her toward the bed, bent her over the mattress, and swatted her ass three times. She still had faint marks from the spankings she’d gotten over the past few days, but she moaned and wriggled, wanting even more.

  “No begging. This is your punishment, Delphine. I get to come and you don’t. I’m going to keep you on edge for as long as I deem necessary, and if you even think of slipping off somewhere to get yourself off, then I’ll be forced to take things to the next level.” I stroked her ass cheek, then dipped my fingers into her pussy. So fucking wet. I stroked her a few times, but when I could feel her pussy getting ready to come, I backed off. “No clothes today. You can shower. I’ll feed you, but you’re going to stay naked so I can play with you when I want.”