Page 50 of The Reaper

“Spread your cheeks, Father,” I said. “Let me see that fuck hole.”

I adjusted to all fours and slid back so I could focus on his ass after he held them apart with his hands.

“Like that?” he asked.

My hand came to his hole with a smear. One finger slid in and I let him engulf it before retreating then sending two in next. He relaxed around my digits, so I added a third and shoved them deep. He gasped but met me with an eager acceptance.

“Hold them apart,” I ordered, moving above him again and aligning my cock to his ass cheeks. He held them apart while I slapped his pucker with my dick, teasing and warning him. I pushed in fully with one thrust. He tried to squirm from under me, but I had my knees on either side of his legs, giving him nowhere to go.

“Shit,” he cursed, still straining under me. “A little warning next time?”

“You’d be lucky if there’s a next time, so fuck off and shut up.”

There couldn’t be a next time.

I pumped into Heath, pounding him into the mattress as he groaned under my weight. He arched his ass up and met me with equal enthusiasm, so I buried the length of my cock as deep as I could and held it there before pulling out and slamming back into him.

“That’s it,” he exhaled when I pressed against his prostate with every punch of my cock. “You’re hitting it,” he added. “Harder!”

I changed position and kneeled between his legs, shoving them apart with brute strength and exposing his ass to me. Once again I buried deep and held my cock in him, but this time I leaned forward, grabbed a fistful of his hair, and held his face into the mattress while I fucked him aggressively.

“What about now? This enough for you?”

He didn’t answer. Or couldn’t answer, I wasn’t sure and didn’t give a fuck either way. His muffled moaning was all I heard coming from a mouth being forced to eat the mattress. I let go of his head. I gripped his hips and yanked his ass up in the air so he was on his knees. His back arched with his head still against the mattress, but I elbowed him to make sure his face stayed down.

Heath had a round and meaty ass. Each cheek a perfect half-volleyball-sized mound of smooth and muscular flesh. His asshole was stretched around my dick. I loved watching my cock go in and out of him, staking my claim. I leaned forward and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling his head back like a show pony while bearing down on his sweet asshole.

“That’s it,” he yelled. “Just like that.”

His hips ground, meeting my thrust with urgency. I slapped his ass hard enough to leave a red mark, the only blemish on an otherwise perfect sculpture.

“You like that, bitch?” I asked, letting go of his hair. I moved both of my hands around his neck, choking him from behind and pulling him so hard backward that his hands left the mattress. “What about this?”

His hands came behind and held his ass cheeks apart as far as he could. He might be barely breathing, but the answer was clear: he wanted this, he needed more of what I was serving.

I flipped him over, giving him momentary relief, and pinned him to the bed by straddling his chest. His dick was solid and leaking like a faucet. This man loved sex and had an affinity for the kind I craved: rough and rowdy. Who fucking knew?

His hands were pinned to his sides by my legs as I sat on his rib cage, but he still wore a shit-eating grin. I leaned over him and let saliva drip from my mouth onto his, using my hands to pinch his cheeks and force it open.

“More?” I asked.

He glared at me while I held his mouth in my hand, his eyes laser focused on mine. Whatever he was feeling, fear sure as fuck wasn’t it. He didn’t speak but his eyes told me everything.

I moved to my knees and slid down to his thighs where I lifted his legs. Once I locked the inside of my elbows behind his knees, I leaned forward, bringing his legs with me until his knees nearly touched his ears. He was fully exposed.

Our eyes locked again. He still hadn’t spoken a word. I hoped he was focused on going along for the ride and giving himself over to me completely. I wanted him to want to be owned by me. I could do that. I would do that.

My cock pressed around his ass while I remained above him, moving my hips until I positioned it on his entrance. Once there, I reentered him with one slow stroke until my hips pressed against his thighs. This new position enabled me to ram into him deeper.

“Oh my god!” he screamed. His hands gripped my shoulders and he held me tightly as I moved in and out, meeting him halfway as we moved in unison. He’d pulled my head to the side of his while holding me so close we’d become one. My hands instinctively went behind his head and I cradled him closer while we exhausted our bodies in a wild fraught ritual.

“Take me, Archer,” he gasped into my ear. “Take me all the way.”

I was down for the invitation, whichever way it was intended. I moved my head from the side of his and captured his lips with my own hungry mouth. At first our kissing was violent, angry, needy, and born of inflicted pain, but slowly it morphed as our bodies became one, one motion of satisfaction.

I was inside Heath, and he willed me to stay there in a kind of dance I didn’t understand. But in that moment, it didn’t matter, because an overwhelming desire to fulfill a needed gratification had taken us both over.

Heath’s hands slid to my ass cheeks and he pulled me into him harder, challenging me to keep up the pace.

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