Page 16 of Grim Justice

I started emptying my pockets, stashing my gun and knife in the lockbox before stripping my clothes. My cut draped over the back of a nearby chair. Kicking off my boots, I dropped them with a soft thud onto the rug beside the bed. My wallet, keys, and smokes rested on top of my dresser.

Everything in its place.

Trish mumbled in her sleep and rolled onto her stomach. The blanket pulled from her body and exposed the slim, delicate arch of her back. My gaze followed the curve to the slope that led to her ass. Two delicious mounds that beckoned for my lips.

A devious smile curved my lips as the Reaper surfaced. One of our favorite fantasies rose to mind. One that Trish enjoyed, too. It was a delicate art, fucking her while she slept, bringing her to the brink of an orgasm as she woke with a moan.

Now that I thought of it, the Reaper took control, prowling closer to the bed. I knelt on the mattress and kept my movements slow. Carefully, I tugged the remainder of the blanket from her body.

Her naked ass, thoroughly exposed, did wicked things to my brain. Would she like it if I played with her puckered hole at the same time that I entered her?

I moved closer, gently pushing her right leg higher as my fingers touched her knee, adjusting her so that Trish’s pussy was at the perfect height. Down to my boxer briefs, I positioned myself behind her, noting she already appeared wet and ready even in her sleep.

Did she read a naughty book? Think of me as her eyes closed?

I freed my cock, stroking down the length from base to tip. Within a couple of pumps, I was hard and fully erect.

Fuck. It felt good, but I knew she would feel even better.

Trish’s smooth skin and silky slit snared my attention to such a degree that I probably wouldn’t notice if the entire world burned down around us. I was that lost to my woman.

Leaning between her open legs, I notched the crown of my cock at her entrance. My fist wrapped around my shaft, and I almost shuddered when a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip.

No longer willing to wait, I pressed into her, still holding my cock firmly as I withdrew. My hips began to rock as I penetrated her, gliding in and out of her tight pussy. Even after having Creed, she still gripped my dick and sucked me into her body. That feeling was fucking addicting.

My grip on her hips tightened. Possessiveness swelled inside me, and the feral need to fuck almost overcame me. The Reaper wanted her to scream my name. I couldn’t risk hurting her. This was all about pleasure.

I pulled out as a shaky breath escaped my lungs, plunging back in, unable to get enough.

Trish gasped and moved her arms beneath her, pushing up slightly as I slid out, allowing her to position properly on her hands and knees. Like this, I would be able to drive deep, just how she liked it.

“Dex,” she breathed. “I need more.”

My hips snapped forward as I slammed inside her, roughly taking her now that she was awake. Gripping her ass, I pulled her back onto my cock with every thrust. I knew she enjoyed it when her fingers bunched the sheets and twisted the material in her hands.

“That’s it, baby. Take this cock and fucking come.”

Our skin slapped together. Our bodies collided.

Every time we fucked, it was better than the last. I didn’t think my need for her would ever fade away. She possessed me, owned me, and I wasn’t afraid to admit it.

She began to swivel her hips, searching for release. I would deny her unless it meant greater gratification. This wasn’t one of those moments. Right now, I needed to feel her pussy strangle my cock, and I wouldn’t accept anything else.

Chest heaving, I drove into her harder, faster, forcing my cock deep inside her tightness at a reckless pace until I was ramming her into the mattress. It couldn’t be helped.

“Fuck, Dex!”

That’s it, baby.

“Shit. Shit!” The words flew from her lips, followed by a guttural moan. Trish screamed as her orgasm seized her. Her knees wobbled as her thighs shook, and she fell on her stomach. Her wet, sticky pussy clenched me hard, and I didn’t allow her to stay down, roughly yanking her back against me.

My cock throbbed. When her ass slammed against me, I came with a choked rasp. A shudder rolled through me as I finally began to slow, pumping a couple of times as I whispered a wish.

“Give me another baby, Trish.”

She exhaled, trying to catch her breath. “Creed does need a sibling.”

Hearing her say that, I grew hard again in an instant. I began to thrust, gliding in and out of her, deciding I needed to see her face and feel her tits smashed against my chest. I needed her warmth heating me up from the inside out.

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