Page 68 of Daughters of Chaos

When we arrive at his place, Reaper hops off the bike, tossing me over his shoulder as he bolts for the door. The lustful look in his eyes holds a promise of what’s to come, and I can’t fucking wait.

Hands roam my body all the way to the door, making me itch for more. When he sets me down inside, a lust-filled haze consumes me. The sound of things toppling to the floor echoes through the house as we race through his living room. It doesn’t matter how much chaos we unleash; we’re on a mission.

Inside his bedroom, Reaper’s lips trail my neck as he kicks the door shut behind him. Before I can speak, his mouth crashes against mine in a hungry fury, taking as much as he’s giving. Large hands pull me against him, leaving no space between us.

My fingers tangle in his long, dark locks, holding him hostage as my tongue dances with his. We’re lost in a flurry of passion that nothing and no one can disturb. The only thing that matters is exploring the overwhelming desires that have erupted between us.

I pull away long enough to pull my shirt over my head. Reaper does the same, leaving his chest bare, giving me a dazzling viewof his scarred and tattooed torso. His muscles contract with every ragged breath as he pins me with a wicked stare.

My core clenches at the sight, and I need to feel his skin on mine. I tear my bra off, tossing it into the abyss somewhere behind me. The view of my bare breasts makes Reaper growl in approval. He licks his lips and moves closer, arms outstretched to take his fill.

Rough, calloused hands explore my skin. My nipples pinch between thumbs and fingers as the gruff enforcer massages my chest. A throaty moan escapes my lips as my eyes roll back. I arch into his touch, begging for more. When something warm and wet touches my excited nubs, I gasp.

Looking down, I see Reaper kneeling before me, tasting my flesh. His hands never leave my body as he worships every inch of my bare skin. Eyes drawn tight, I get lost in the sensations, never wanting this to end.

Cool air licks my skin, alerting me to Reaper’s absence. When I open my mouth to protest, his lips meet mine once again. He walks me backward as his palms take greedy fistfuls of my ass while his tongue slides hungrily over my own. The back of my legs hit the mattress, nearly sending us toppling down. Strong arms keep us upright as my hands start to wander.

My fingertips itch to feel his length as they course down his body. As they reach the top of his jeans, I nip his lips, pulling away enough to see the space between us—I want to see him when I set him free. As I move to unbutton his jeans, he grabs my wrists, pinning them to my sides as he crowds me once again. With a fast and hard kiss, he pushes me back, sprawling me over his bed. The motion makes my tits bounce, and Reaper mutters his approval as he strokes himself through his clothes.

I shoot him a sensuous smirk as I start working down my own jeans. As I start sliding the denim over my hips, the rough man in front of me takes charge. He tears the fabric down mylegs, leaving me dressed only in thin, black panties. At the sight, Reaper wets his lips, moving closer.

I lose all rational thought as he glides his fingers up the inside of my thighs. He stops as he reaches the seam of my underwear, making me groan in frustration. I’m soaked and more than ready for him. All he has to do is stop teasing me. As I go to tell him as much, his mouth descends, tracing languid kisses where his hands were, making me forget my words. His beard tickles my skin everywhere he moves as his tongue leaves a trail of hot moisture in its wake.

I jolt when his mouth covers my clothed pussy, nipping and kissing me through the thin cotton. My hands grip his hair as he works me through the barrier, earning a loud moan as he goes. He brings me to the edge of ecstasy before pulling away, leaving me breathless and wanting.

I need more.

Sitting up, I shoot him a playful glare. My eyes draw immediately to the bulge threatening to burst through his pants. It’s staring straight at me, begging me for release. Who am I to deny him?

Salivating, I palm his dick through his jeans, feeling the sheer size of him. Even for a tall man, he’s huge. Bigger than I’d imagined, and I haven’t even seen him yet.

Unwilling and unable to deny myself any longer, I undo his jeans, popping the button, and sliding his zipper down. I start to salivate more when I discover Reaper’s going commando. The realization only makes me hornier. His happy trail leads straight down to a groomed patch of dark hair. Only a few more inches, and I’ll have a perfect view of what’s waiting below.

I slide his jeans down, dragging out my first look at Reaper’s impressive manhood. With every second, more of him is exposed, and my pussy aches with anticipation.

When his length springs free, I can’t help the gasp that echoes off my lips. He’s even bigger now. No other man could prepare me for this. One look, and I know that monster could break me in half, and I can’t fucking wait. Mouth still gaping, I stare at the long, throbbing appendage before me. Moisture leaks from his tip, tempting me to steal a taste.

A low, deep chuckle rumbles from Reaper as he strokes my cheek. “So, that’s what it takes to shut you up,” he says with a smirk.

I glare up at him, still wordless, after seeing the biggest dick on the face of the Earth spring from his pants. He reads the message on my face loud and clear anyway. My retort ofFuck you,blazing in my eyes.

He sucks his lip into his mouth as he watches me through hooded eyes. “Don’t worry, Princess, you’re about to,” he answers.

His jeans and boots disappear along with my panties, leaving us both nude. Reaper swipes a package from the nightstand, situating himself between my legs. His cock throbs as I take in his towering body, letting my eyes roam over every hard muscle, studying every scar.

Fuck, even those are sexy.

The confident smile he slips on as I rake over his body only makes me want him more.Cocky, sexy bastard.

A heavy weight settles over me, and I feel the thickness of his rigid shaft as he brings us closer than ever. Lips find lips, tongues melt together, and teeth nip swollen flesh as Reaper kisses me again. My eyes close as I fist the sheets beneath us.

An unwelcome thought invades my mind, interrupting what was about to be the hottest sexual experience of my life.How many women has he had in this bed? Has that bitch from the club, the brunette who’s always flirting and eye fucking him, ever been here?

The tension in my body gives me away, and Reaper pulls back. “Why’d you stop?” I ask, hoping he’ll continue and make me forget my intrusive thoughts.

“I can tell your gears are turning. I can feel it.” He huffs out a short laugh, looking between us. “You have an anaconda between your legs, and your brain is still stirring up bullshit,” he huffs.

A rush of heat floods my cheeks. Why now? Why is this happening?

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