“Not even close,” I said with a smirk. It was all I could do, my mind was still off in the land of orgasm. He rose from his knees, crowding me, his mouth on mine. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it drove me wild.
Before I could do anything, he had me on my feet, in front of him, his mouth on my neck, sucking, licking, biting. I cried out when he bit down on my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark.
The sound of the table moving across the cement floor startled me. Until I felt him shove me against it, from the other side. His mouth on mine, as he unbuckled his jeans, pulling them down and kicking them off. I pulled at his kutte, placing it on the chair to the side of the table. I knew the rule that a kutte was never discarded on the floor, and I wanted him to see I understood the importance of it. His eyes flared, obviously taking in what I had done.
“You have no idea what you do to me, baby,” he said, biting down on my earlobe. I could feel my pussy clenching, needing him to slam into me and make me whole. “Watching you take control like that, how brutal, vicious, gorgeous you are. I can’t believe I get to call you mine.”
I moaned through his kisses. “I never said I was yours.”
His mouth slammed onto mine, his teeth grazing over my bottom lip. “Make no mistake about it, Rowan. You are mine,you probably have been since the moment I laid eyes on you. Now, turn around, look at the mess you made, while I make you come so loud, everyone in that clubhouse will know you’re my ol’ lady.”
How the fuck did he know exactly the right thing to say to me?
Reaper spun me, to face my mess, as he’d put it. The blood coursing over the cement, because of what I did, and what he did before me, had my legs trembling. Something was wrong with me, surely, and yet Reaper made me feel like I was a goddess, worthy of everything I could ever want. He kicked at my ankles, moving my dress further up over my ass, before his hand landed over a cheek, causing me to jolt forward and cry out.
“That’s it,” he groaned. “Look at that pink ass. Damn you look good with my handprint on you, baby.”
“Ah,” I grunted, pitching forward. “Fuck me, please. I need you.”
Reaper moved between my legs, his cock notching at my soaking entrance. “What my woman wants, she gets.” He slid into me painfully slowly, stretching me, as I looked over at the carnage before us. “Always.”
I held onto the table, as Reaper picked up the pace, thrusting into me hard, his fingers gripping my hips, digging into my skin and causing a sharp pain to shoot through my skin.
“Fuck,” he grunted on a thrust. “You are so fucking perfect for me.” Thrust. “Made for me.”
His praise was sending me over to my second orgasm. The way he could lose control with me, the way he made me feel, it was overwhelming. When my orgasm hit, I cried out so loud that I was worried people would come in. Reaper pounded into me, gripping my neck and pulling me up, my back to his front. The angle was all kinds of decadent, sending me crying out again, as my pussy throbbed around him. Reaper moved my head to theside, so he could claim my mouth, while his hips snapped back and forth, fucking me with everything he had.
I never wanted it to end. I never wanted him to ever stop fucking me.
He was my own personal vice.
My addiction.
“Fuck, Rowan,” he growled as I felt his cock thicken inside of me, before his release emptied into me. We stayed that way, trying to catch our breath. Slowly, he pulled out of me, and I felt our releases start to run down my thigh. “Oh baby, you look so good with my cum dripping out of you. Like you’re mine.”
Turning to face him, I smiled at his wild eyes. My wild man.
“How about you take me inside and fill every one of my holes with your cum, so I truly am yours.”
He groaned, pulling me into him. “That attitude is gonna get me in trouble, isn’t it?”
“Depends if you’re a good boy or not,” I said before I kissed him hard. “Now, hurry up. I need that cock in my mouth.”
Reaper
“Where are you going?” I asked, as I felt her get out of bed. Cracking one eye open, I was surprised to see her almost fully dressed.
“I need to go and talk to Frankie,” she told me. “Otherwise she’ll bust down that door and interrupt us.”
Chuckling, I sat up, wiping my hand down my face. We couldn’t have gotten more than a few hours of sleep last night. After our fun in the shed, she’d been insatiable, as had I.
No regrets.
“I don’t mind if she watches how a real man fucks, fireball, but she definitely ain’t interrupting me once I’m inside of you.”
She smirked at my little name for her. “Either way, I think I need a little time to recover before you devour me again.”
Standing, I pull her into me, kissing her softly. “I might actually get some work done. Where are you meeting her?”
