I wanted her to want me anyway.
“Fuck you, Reaper.”
“No, cupcake, that’s what you want, isn’t it? I’d hate to disappoint you with my old dick.”
She struggled against me, her hands slapping at my neck, my chest, but she didn’t really want me to let her go. She could easily knee me from her position and she didn’t.
My Rowan wanted this.
I crushed my lips against hers, tasting her sweetness mixed with the vanilla martini she’d been consuming. God, she was incredible. Her sweet moans, nails digging into my arms as I devoured her mouth. I ground my hard cock against her core, eliciting a deep moan from her into my mouth.
Pulling my mouth away from her. “I thought you didn’t want me, Rowan? I can feel how fucking wet you are for me.”
She sneered at me, her upper lip pulling back just a little. “Maybe that was from my friend inside. I’d hate to disappoint him. Put me down.”
“Like fuck,” I grunted. “This pussy is mine.”
I undid the buckle of my belt, yanking my jeans down just enough to free my hard cock. I was so fucking hard for her. Yanking her dress up over her hips, I pulled her thong to the side, already feeling just how wet she was, before I notched my cock at her entrance and slammed my way home. Rowan cried out at the intrusion. I grunted into her neck. The feeling of her tight pussy wrapping around my aching cock was enough to send me over the edge, but I held off, pounding her against the wall.
“Say it,” I growled.
“No,” she moaned into my neck, her fingers digging into the flesh of my shoulders. Every moan, every gasp…I swallowed that shit up.
“Fucking say it, Rowan,” I grunted. “Who. The. Fuck. Does. This. Pussy. Belong. To?”
I enunciated every word with a thrust, her pussy fluttering around my cock, her orgasm on the edge. I slid my finger between us, mashing against her engorged clit.
“Fuck!” she cried out.
I stopped thrusting, and she squirmed to get me to move.
“Rowan, who does this pussy belong to?”
“You, fuck, you!”
I slammed into her again, my thrusts hitting somewhere deep inside her that had her crying and cursing out loud. My balls tingled, signalling my impending explosion. When her pussy fluttered again, I pounded harder, dragging my teeth over her neck, and biting down. Rowan screamed, her orgasm hit her, signalling my own to join her.
Fuck.
I was breathless, my vision cloudy and my head battling with keeping me upright. What the fuck was that? I’ve never come so hard in my life.
I held her as we caught our breath, my little possessive act doing something for us that I couldn’t even begin to fathom.
Slowly, I let her down. We fixed ourselves up in silence. Rowan refused to look at me, and I didn’t know what to say. But I didn’t regret what happened for a second.
She made a move to leave, but I grabbed her wrist and wheeled her around. She clocked me with her clutch that she’d retrieved from the ground. The pain hit me harder than I expected and made me a little dizzy.
“You got what you wanted, Reaper,” she said. “Now, off you go back to your tramps. I’ve got a date to get back to.”
When she made a move to leave again, I hooked my arm around her waist and pulled her up against mine.
“Something you should know about me, Rowan. I don’t fucking share, and you just said it yourself. That pussy is mine. You’re mine. Come back to the clubhouse with me.”
Rowan shoved at me, catching me off guard and flipped her finger up at me. “I don’t belong to you. I belong to me. Now fuck off back to your whores.”
I closed the distance between us, not willing to let her go again. Grabbing her jaw, I pulled her in for a kiss. She melted into me for a minute, just as I did when she kissed me, before I felt the sharp pain between my legs. I fell to my knees, clutching my crotch, the pain rocketing through me like I’d been shot.
Rowan stood over me, her hands on her hips and that look on her face that told me she wasn’t to be trifled with. Fuck me. Could you get hard while your cock and balls were aching from a knee to the crotch?
