“Oh, please don’t...”
Time stretches like syrup, thick and slow, and I feel the pressure in her mounting, piling up to a point she won’t be able to contain.Her belly is rigid and the tendons on her neck are taut.I’m burning up with my own need.My heart is clattering and my mind screaming to release my dick and sink deep.
“Reaper!Oh ...oh...”
Her pussy contracts around my fingers.I’m pumping into her hard, my knuckles bashing up against her wetness.Her clit is swollen in my mouth and I lave and rotate it.Power surges through me, the type of soul-satisfying power I haven’t felt in a while.
Her hand is in my hair, pulling, yanking, and then she springs forward and lets out a cry of pleasure.Her pussy squirts into my palm and contracts and releases around me.Her clit pulses and she grinds into my face.
Damn, this woman is spicy hot.My perfect flavor.
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Oh, fuck.Oh, fuck.My orgasm is wild and feral.It goes on and on and Reaper stays with me, pushing it to the point I can’t breathe.
I spring forward, tearing at his hair as my insides throb and searing hot bliss circulates.My hips buck and wetness pours from my pussy.I clamp my mouth shut to stop myself crying out again.I don’t know who I am anymore and I barely know the man who has just given me the best oral sex of my damn life.
“Oh, fuck...”I gasp and open my eyes to stare at his face buried between my legs.“That’s it ...that’s it.”I grip his ears and tug.I’m so sensitive now the pressure has released.
He rises, his fingers still deep.His face is flushed and shiny with my moisture.My clit pulses as fast as my heart beats.
“You’re fucking awesome when you come,” he says, looming over me, all wide torso, tan skin, and intricate ink.
I’m breathing fast and I grip his bare shoulders, my fingers digging into his flesh.I feel small and vulnerable beneath him, yet he kisses me so tenderly that a sense of safety, of being adored, wends through me like a caress.
He spreads my taste into my mouth then slips his fingers from my pussy and trails wetness up to my belly and strokes a circle around my navel.
“I’ve found a new favorite thing to do,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Passes the time, I guess.”I smile as he kisses me again.
His other hand is around my nape and he pulls me to sitting, not breaking the kiss until I find myself face to face with his groin as he straightens.Damn, he’s hard.The outline of his cock is clearly visible against his pants.
I reach for the snake’s head buckle on his leather belt.“Looks like a tight fit in there, Reaper.”
“Could say that,” he grunts.
“Want me to sort out your little problem?”
“Little?”He raises an eyebrow at me.
I grin up at him and let the belt hang loose.I take hold of his zipper.“I have yet to judge up close.”
“You know damn well it’s as big as you can take.”His voice is deep and growling.
I do know that, but I don’t give him the satisfaction of agreeing and I undo his pants and push them down his hips.His boxers are black with SAXX written around the band.I pull them out, over his cock and then push them down.
His fingers tighten on the back of my neck and he moans, the warmth of his breath breezing over my head.“Yeah, that’s it, honey.”
His cock is big and domed, the head shiny and a long straight vein engorged on the upper side.
My mouth waters to taste him and I know that’s what he wants too.I look up at him and flutter my eyelashes.“Now what?”
“Fucking suck me,” he says through gritted teeth.“Before I have a damn heart attack with longing.”
“Please.”
