Page 80 of The Reaper

Grabbing hold of the rope between her breasts, I nudged her backward toward the bed. She whimpered a little—accompanied by a soft mewling—as I urged her to sit down on the edge of the mattress. I got to my knees in front of her, my greedy gaze drinking up the sight of her glistening pussy.

“Is this drenched for me,” I asked, sliding two fingers through her folds.

She gasped, pushing back against my thrusting digits. “Yes.”

“Does this cunt want to be fucked? Will you be my good little whore and take everything I have to give you?”

She nodded, her eyes rolling back this time as I circled her clit with my thumb. I could feel her inner walls already clenching tight around me, and I withdrew them from her body. She moaned.

“You don’t come until I tell you to. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

In my head, I had a plan to put her over my knee, punish her for making me want her this badly, but as I stared at her breasts restrained by the red rope, I wanted to worship her instead. Reaching out, I pinched one jutting nipple, making her gasp.

“I love that fucking sound you make,” I murmured, then pinched again. She mewled this time, the sound of it shooting down to my semihard dick. Rising to my feet, I stood in front of her, bringing her mouth close to my cock once more. I told Fallon to open her mouth.

“Suck me until I’m hard again, then I’ll fuck your cunt like you’ve been wanting me to.”

Opening her mouth, she took me in. I let her set the pace this time, letting her bob her head. Without the use of her hands, she couldn’t lean too far forward, or she would lose her balance. Reaching down between us, I pinched her nipple again, her responding moan humming through my shaft.

It didn’t take long before my cock was full and ready. Easing Fallon onto her back, I hooked my hands under her knees and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Stuffing a pillow beneath her back, it elevated her hips, putting her soaked opening at my hip height. Rubbing my thumb along her clit, I watched through hooded eyes as she writhed against me. Her cunt brushed up against my cock, and I dragged the head through her folds, knowing it would drive her insane.

“I’m going to fuck you bare, Filly,” I told her.

She nodded. “Please, sir.”

There wasn’t even a hint of hesitation. “I’m going to fill your greedy pussy with my cum over and over again. I’m going toownit.”

“It’s yours, sir,” she whimpered again, rolling her hips against me, trying to find the friction she so desperately craved.

Gripping my cock, I slapped the crown against her clit once, then fed it into her drenched opening. Her inner walls spasmed around my length, clamping down, holding tight. The groan that left my throat was like no sound I’d ever made before. It was feral and wild, writhing with lust. It was so fucking good that I had to do it again.

Pulling out, I slid right back in, admiring the way her cunt ate my cock. My gaze switched to her face, and I found her staring at me in wonder.

“You okay, Fallon?”

She nodded. “More than okay.” She writhed her hips. “But please, fuck me. Fuck me hard. Make me forget that there was anyone else before you.”

Just thinking about other men being where I was right now made me see fucking red. “I’ll kill any other man who comes near you again, Filly. You hear me?”

She nodded, her eyes shuttering when I hit a spot deep inside her. Her inner walls clamped down for a moment before releasing me, and I began to thrust inside her. Deeper. Pushing further. Wanting to claim every last inch of her. If I was going to let her go after this, I needed to remember how she felt against me. I needed to know that she would think of me every time she took a step. I needed her …

Shutting my eyes tightly against the onslaught of all the things I wanted and never had, I focused on giving her everything. What I needed more though was a quick change in position. Yanking the pillow out from under her, I helped roll her over, then propped her hips up once more. I stroked her ass, landing a few blows that made her hips writhe.

With one final spank, I slid into her slick channel once more. She felt tighter this way, her legs pinned together beneath her. It added a whole new element of eroticism too. Her face was pressed to the mattress, but her blue eyes were on me. She looked lost in the sensations, floating away in some sort of subspace that I had never experienced in all my life. She looked free.

I massaged her ass, my fingers dipping between the crease of her cheeks and finding her tight hole. Pushing the tip of my thumb into her opening, I felt more than heard her surprise. Her whole body stiffened at the intrusion.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I told her, still rubbing, still fucking into her. “I won’t take this tonight.”

And the reality that I would never be able to take it hit me like a fucking freight train. After tonight, there would be no more Fallon. No moreus. This was our one and only night to fuck, and the fact that she was bound right now tarnished it in some way.

I slid out of her and turned her around, quickly undoing the ties on the rope. She watched me warily, the question burning in her eyes. What was I doing? I was getting what I wanted, but I was also giving her what she needed.

Rubbing at her wrists, I brought one of her arms to my mouth and placed a gentle kiss to her skin where the rope had left an indentation. She gasped in surprise, and I hated that a kiss had been the thing to widen her eyes.

“What …? I thought …”

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