“God, Rowan, you feel so fucking ready for me,” he groaned, pushing a second finger into me. My pussy ached for him to fill her with his cock. I wanted him to fuck me so hard I never wanted to leave this bed ever again. I wanted him to completely fuck me senseless, and I didn’t know where he ended or where I began. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out and pushed my thongback in place. I wanted to cry out, but before I could, he manhandled me off his lap and onto my knees on the floor. I looked up at him, as he pulled my tank top off me, and undid my bra. Letting it drop to the floor around me, I waited for him.
His hand moved under my jaw, cupping it in his large hand. “Open that beautiful mouth.”
I did, opening it as wide as I could.
“Tongue out,” he ordered. I stuck my tongue out, to which he pushed down on it with his thumb. My pussy was throbbing with the way he was looking at me like I was everything he wanted, like he couldn’t believe I was his.
Did I want to be his?
The idea startled me. But when he pulled his jocks down, freeing his hard cock, my mind went blank. The red tip of his cock was leaking pre-cum. I’d never wanted to suck cock ever before, and only did it once or twice with Trey, but damn did I want to lick that little pearl of creamy cum from his cock more than I wanted my next breath.
“You’re going to take me all, Rowan,” he said, his voice tense with need. “Understand?”
I nodded, my eyes still on his cock.
“Eyes on me, kitten. Never look away.”
I kept my eyes on him, as he closed the distance between him and me. Holding onto his cock, he slid the tip over my tongue. Slowly, he moved his cock into my mouth.
He groaned as I licked around the tip. He pushed into my mouth further, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I felt my gag reflex activate, a choking sound coming from me. Reaper pulled out of my mouth, resting his cock on the tip of my tongue while I recovered. Slowly, he did it again, and again, until my choking eased and I was able to take him further.
“That’s it,” he said, sweetly, pushing my hair out of my face and behind my ears, before he pushed all the way down, untilI felt my lips hit his balls. He stilled, letting me get used to the intrusion. Tears leaked out of my eyes, but I didn’t hate it. I didn’t hate how he held my hair, moving my head to and fro. I didn’t take my eyes off him though, enjoying how I could make him groan and watch as his cock disappeared into my mouth. “Fuck, Rowan, you look so goddamn good on your knees for me.”
I loved how it made me feel when he praised me. Like a cool wave washing over blistering hot skin.
“Come here,” he said, pulling out of my mouth and helping me to stand. “Go over to the bed, on your hands and knees ass in the air, shoulders down.”
I nodded, but felt his arm snake around my waist, unzipping my skirt and pulling it from me, before he motioned for me to keep going. I got up on the bed, lowering myself down, but keeping my ass in the air. The coolness of the room hit my wet pussy, making it almost uncomfortable to have my thong still pushing against my sensitive flesh.
“So you can follow instructions, after all,” he said. I rolled my eyes, and before I could hide the action, I caught the fire in his eyes at seeing the level of disrespect. Shit. “That was a little bratty, Rowan. But I’ll let it go this time.”
Thank fuck. If he edged me anymore, I feared I’d implode. Reaper moved around to the other side of the bed. I looked up to see his cock bobbing ahead of him, the angry red tip just desperate for my mouth on him.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled. That’s when I saw what was in his hands. His belt. Looping my wrists with the leather, he tied the buckle in a way I couldn’t move my wrists. He tied it to the side of the bed, so I had no way to wiggle free. I should have complained, but I found that I liked it. I trusted Reaper implicitly, more than I trusted anyone else, and that was a little scary in itself, considering I barely knew him.
He moved back behind me, running his fingers from my neck down my spine, and under the elastic of my thong. With a quick yank, he had the material ripping.
Jesus, I was going to need to start a tab at the lingerie store if he kept this up.
Two thick fingers slid into me from behind, slowly, delicately, probing to see how ready I was. I could have told him I was a few pumps from exploding. Perfectly on edge, perfectly waiting for him to fuck me.
“You look good like this, baby,” he growled. “All pink, swollen, and wet for me.”
Oh sweet lord, this man and his words, followed by his animalistic growl was going to be my undoing.
“What was it that you asked me to do before?” he asked me. I racked my brain trying to remember anything but how his hands felt on me, in me, around my neck. “You wanted me to ruin you?”
Oh fuck me…he was going to, and I couldn’t fucking wait. All I could do to respond was to moan and to wiggle my hips around, to feel his fingers go in deeper. I whimpered when his fingers moved out of me, leaving me feeling empty, before I felt his tongue swipe from my core to my clit, before moving back to my entrance. His tongue dipped into me, lapping at my arousal like he’d been starved of hydration. His thumb brushed over my clit and sent me rocketing through an orgasm that leached everything out of me. He lapped at my release, easing me down from my orgasm, before he positioned me, and I felt the head of his cock nudge at my entrance. I moaned, loving how he slid through me with ease.
Slap!
I cried out at the impact on my ass, the familiar burning on my skin, before he did the same to the other cheek. My arousal wasleaking down my thighs at how wet I was. Before I could protest and scream for him to fuck me, he did just that.
Reaper slid into me in one rough thrust, bottoming out, and hitting a spot in me that stopped me breathing for a moment. Gasping as he pulled out, I felt him thrust again, and again, grunting with the effort as he squeezed my hip and fucked into me like a man possessed. I dug my nails into the leather strap of the belt, biting down on the pillow as he plowed into me.
“Uh, uh,” he grunted, grabbing my hair and pulling my head up. “I want to hear those cries.”
Tears freely ran down my cheeks from the pure bliss of the moment, a connection I’d never experienced before. Pure trust, pure pleasure, pure safety.
