“Put your hands on the wall, Lynx.” I do as he says, looking over my shoulder at him. “Just like that. Fuck, just like that.” Reaper takes a step back, his eyes raking over my body as if he’s pictured this a thousand times. He nods in approval, the hunger in his eyes a palpable thing.
Reaper kneels down behind me, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and tugging them down in one swift motion. I gasp as the cool air hits my soaking wet folds. My core clenches, and my arousal tickles as it drips down my thighs.
Reaper grabs my ass in his large, capable hands, squeezing the soft flesh and then spreading me wide open for him. I widen my stance, wanting him to have more. To take more. To take it all. “Please,” I whimper.God, is that my voice?
I feel so vulnerable, so exposed, and so,soneedy. Reaper has barely touched me, yet my clit is throbbing almost painfully. A growl rumbles up from deep in his chest, and then his lips and nose glide along my slit. I tremble at the featherlight touch, gasping when he breathes me in.
“Jesus,” Reaper grunts. “So damn sweet. Gonna eat this pretty little pussy now, Lynx. Are you ready for that?”
I barely have time to nod before Reaper buries his face into my cunt, licking me from top to bottom. I cry out and scratch at the wall, bracing myself as he teases my opening with the tip of his tongue.
Reaper’s hands roam up and down my thighs, spreading me open as he devours me. I feel his tongue everywhere; gliding through my folds, playing with my bundle of nerves, darting inand out of my tight hole. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until Reaper wraps his lips around my clit and sucks.Hard. All of the air leaves my lungs, followed by a desperate, breathy moan.
My arms shake, and my hands are cramping from pressing against the wall. I lurch forward, resting instead on my forearms as Reaper tears me apart. It’s all I can do to keep from collapsing. Every swipe of his tongue is followed by a low, strained grunt. He sounds like he can’t get enough, like he’s gorging on me and doesn’t want to come up for air. That thought has me pressing back against him, offering him everything he wants.
“Fuck,” he growls, gasping for air. “This pussy was made for sin, baby.”
A wave of arousal breaks over me, prickling my skin and making me gush. I shouldn’t love his filthy words, but damn, they make me gush for him. Reaper dives back in, licking me, sucking me, scraping his teeth along my sensitive folds and swollen clit.
My legs start shaking uncontrollably as every muscle in my body tenses. I’m so close. My stomach clenches, my heart pounds, and my joints lock up. I hold my breath, preparing for the pleasure to come.
I just need one more swipe of his tongue, one more, so close… one more…
Reaper pulls back, making me whimper in frustration. He chuckles darkly. “Patience, little minx.” A stinging sensation startles me, and I realize he spanked me. I gasp in shock, then cry out in pleasure as he does it again on the other side. I don’t have time to wonder why that feels so damn good before Reaper puts his mouth on me once more.
He licks me in fierce, fast strokes, winding me up, higher, higher, higher…
“Oh God,” I whisper. “Oh God, oh God, ohmygod…”
My orgasm floods through me, drowning me in ecstasy. I keep coming, wave after wave of endless bliss overwhelming every single one of my senses. Reaper swallows down my release, dipping his tongue inside of my entrance like he can’t get enough. All I can do is tremble and let out breathy, pained little whimpers.
When he scrapes his teeth over my clit, I jerk forward and try to twist away from him. He doesn’t let me. Reaper rolls his tongue against my sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves, prolonging my orgasm for what feels like hours.
Finally, God,finally, Reaper sits back, grunting at me. I’d laugh at his brutish behavior if I could speak. As it is, all I’m capable of is slumping against the wall and pulling air into my lungs.
Reaper pulls my panties back on, with little to no help from me, seeing as it’s taking all of my energy not to melt into a puddle on the floor. Then he leans over me, his lips kissing the back of my sweaty neck.
“Let’s get home so I can finish what I started,” he rasps against my skin.
I nod, letting Reaper lead me out of the shop and down the block to his home. The entire walk is a blur, and I’m glad I have my giant, muscled biker next to me, keeping me steady.
By the time we reach Reaper’s house, he’s practically carrying me. I’m simultaneously exhausted from the soul-altering orgasm I just had, and desperate for more of Reaper’s filthy promises.
As soon as we step inside, Reaper closes the door and turns to face me. Instead of kissing the breath from my lungs, he cups my cheek tenderly. I’m taken aback at his change in demeanor, but I don’t dislike it. He’s looking at me like I’m a rare, precious treasure that he can’t believe he’s discovered.
“We don’t have to do anything else tonight,” he murmurs. “I don’t want to pressure you into–”
“The only pressure I’m experiencing is the need for you to own me completely,” I say, cutting him off. His eyes search mine one last time, then he scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the bedroom.
Reaper tosses me down on the mattress before falling on top of me and fusing his mouth to mine. He dominates this kiss, tangling his tongue with mine and owning me with each demanding stroke.
I love feeling his weight on top of me, pressing me down and pinning me in place. I spread my legs for him, but my movement is halted when I accidentally kick him with my shoe. Reaper pulls away from me and chuckles breathlessly, resting his forehead on mine as we recover.
“Need you naked,” he says, kissing his way down my neck.
I nod, still not able to form words yet. My skin hums with awareness of every place he’s touching me. Reaper helps me stand and peels my clothes off before tearing at his own, as if he can’t stand to be apart from me for more than two seconds.
His hands skim down the sides of my body almost reverently, and then he pushes me backward, my back landing on the soft mattress. “Need to be inside you,” he grunts, fisting his cock. I watch as he slides his hand up and down his massive shaft, every part of him tense, hard, and shaking with need.
