I gasped when I felt the lace be ripped away from my body, the sound of my panties ripping with his effort, had my pussy throb even more. I didn’t have to wait long. Reaper latched back onto my pussy, his nose pushing over my clit, sending my hips into a rotation I couldn’t control. His tongue, diving between the folds. When he groaned, I felt the vibration hum through me, sending my back up off the bed, my fingers finding his hair and pulling. I chanced a glance down at him, his eyes on my reactions which was so incredibly hot.
I could already feel my body fluttering with a release. I’d never come with a guy before. I’d only ever come on my own. What if he didn’t like how I tasted? What if it was too much? Anxiety rolled through me until I felt his mouth move up to my clit and he growled as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
Fuck.
Why the fuck did that animalistic growl sound so goddamn good when he was down there? A thick finger probed at my entrance, sliding into me, stretching me. Reaper licked, lapped and sucked at me until I felt my body tumble over the edge. I cried out, my fists grabbing onto the quilt of his blanket as the waves of pleasure washed over me. Reaper didn’t let up, he lapped at my release like it was his first taste of water in the desert.
Moving up my body, he removed my shirt with ease, lowering me back onto the bed with care. His trimmed beard was glossy with my release and his eyes blazed a hunger all of their own, but he didn’t move between my legs like I thought he would. He fell beside me, on his side, holding his head up with one hand as he brought his wet fingertips up over my pelvic bone, up my abdomen, leaving a trail of me, before he pinched a nipple. I moaned low and deep as his fingers caused a torrent of want to shoot through me.
“As much as I want to be between those thighs, Rowan, you need to come at least twice more.”
“Twice?” I almost screamed.
“Yeah, baby, twice more,” he said with a smirk. His entire palm moved over my breast, squeezing just enough to have my hips gyrate, eager for attention. Moving his hand up to my throat, squeezing just slightly, enough pressure to show me he was in control, but not enough to hurt or cut off my air. “You’re so goddamn perfect. Look at you, a writhing fucking goddess waiting for me to worship.”
“Wyatt…”
His chuckle was dark, gravelly, as if he was struggling as much as I was. “I’ve got you.”
He pulled my face to his, lips locking onto mine, as his hand moved between my legs, fingers sliding through my wetness and circling over my clit. I gasped into his mouth at the delicious intrusion. Two fingers slid down to my core and pushed inside. I immediately felt the stretch, arching my body up, our lips parting as I cried out.
A thumb brushed over my clit, moving in tandem with his fingers inside me.
“Mmm, you’re so goddamn responsive, Rowan. I can’t wait to have my cock inside you.”
I groaned, because his words were turning me into a human puddle, as he picked up the pace. The sensations were next level, nothing like I’d ever experienced before. Mainly because I had a boyfriend, who had been more into men than me, and didn’t know how to find the clit–nor did he want to. My toys never did this…god…was I coming already?
“Wyatt…”
I clutched onto his hand for support as he brought my second orgasm to the surface with a wave of cries, curse words and gasps.
“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear, licking a path from my jaw to my mouth. His fingers continued their torment as my orgasm eased. I was so fucking achy for him. I wanted him to plow into me like a car in a collision, fill me, stretch me, have me cry out his name – loud enough for the asshole skanks to hear it wherever they went. “Now, one more.”
I didn’t think I could. My body already felt like it was about to explode, my mind had clearly gone for holiday as I lay in a heap on his bed. His fingers did the work, moving all over me, overwhelming my senses. His mouth moving down to my breast, sucking a nipple into his warm mouth. It felt…divine.
Could you die from too much pleasure?
Reaper moved to my other breast, his head blocking the view of what his hand was doing. My back arched, pushing my breast into his mouth more. He suckled at my nipples just the right way, causing more ripples of desire to shoot down to my crotch. How? How could I come again in such a short amount of time?
“Come for me, then I can stuff that sweet, tight pussy with my fat cock.”
Yep, that was it. I cried out as I came around his fingers, my pussy so wet, I feared I’d wet myself. Reaper didn’t wait, he pulled me up to lay amongst his pillows, pulling his jeans and shirt off and getting as naked as I was before he climbed up onto the bed, pulling my thighs apart, and gazing down at my naked body like a man who won the lottery.
I felt empowered.
I felt…goddess-like.
I felt wanted.
Reaper
Jesus, she was perfect. Absolutely gorgeous with the soft lines of her hips, the little dip under her belly button before her bare pussy, all wet and swollen from me.
A work of fucking art. Her skin was tinted pink from the exertion, a sheen of sweat on her forehead from her orgasms. The picture of fucking perfection.
My cock was achingly hard, desperate to get inside her, but I already knew I’d blow fast. There’s no way I could go slow and gentle, not this time.
I wanted it every way with her. Slow and soft, hard and fast, kinky and taboo. Everything.
