Page 124 of Striker

I nod, biting my lip, keeping the whimper sealed behind my lips. I’ve remembered him, every moment, unwillingly. My body craved him again, and even though I didn’t want to, I’ve wanted this since that night with him. All of them using me. Reaper’s harsh edges outlined with this gentleness I’ve felt since he took us.

“Shhh.Give it to me,” he whispers when I flinch as he hits in so deep it hurts. Lifting me slightly, he pulls me back onto him somehow going even deeper. “Let me in.”

My chest tightens as he eases me up again, then pulls me gently down onto his hard length, grating out an approval as I grind down, circling my hips. My breath hitches as he jerks his hips, my nipples pebbling, goose bumps breaking out all over.They all feel so different. So good, and at this angle, I’m forced to take Reaper all the way. Feel every inch of him, even more than the others.

When he leans back some, repositioning us, I keep my legs locked around his thighs. He lifts me, his dark eyes colliding with mine, and I suck in a breath, recognizing that dangerous gleam.

My chest tightens, my pussy clenching.

“There’s my dirty girl,” he grates. “You ready for me, Kitten?”

As I place my hands on his shoulders, and look down to where our bodies join, I suck in a breath, drinking in the sight of him. His shirts pulled up, fatigues open and pulled down some, showing off toned abs covered with ink. Roses and black vines, curled around skulls and bones. The outline of that chevron of muscle leading to his dick makes me crave him in wild, animalistic way that feels like insanity. He’s so perfectly built, with smooth, tanned skin. His thick cock slips out as he lifts me higher and I wish I could see him fully as he enters me again, but he shifts, changing the angle.

“Hold on, Kitten,” he grates, his grip tightening as he leans back. “And keep your eyes on me. I want to see you come apart.”

I cry out when he slams up into me. My fingers curl into the muscles of his shoulders and he does it again and again, building up a steady pace until he’s fucking me so hard and fast, the tightness in my chest feels like it’s breaking apart each time he drives in.

My mouth falls open in a silent whimper.

“Keep them open,” he rasps, slamming up into me harder. My eyes pop open. His hands slide up from my hips and he holds my waist, keeping me still as he pistons in and out. I want to meet him, force him to fuck me even harder, but all I can do is hold on.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I cry, my words spilling from me the same moment I hear Striker say, “Play with her pussy, Little Flower.”

My eyes meet hers next to us, the vivid green somehow dazed and bright at the same time. She slides over, reaching for me. Reaper’s eyes flash to her briefly as she scoots in next to him, her arm sliding under his to reach for me. She’s so small next to him, soft compared to his hard planes. Fiery hair next to his black mask, falling over her creamy shoulder as she reaches for me.

I let go of his shoulder and meet her hand, guiding her to my clit. She angles her hand up, letting Reaper’s dick slip between the V of her fingers as her thumb glides over me. The feeling of her hand at my pussy as he slides in, of her thumb rubbing little circles over my clit, sends a jolt up my spine.

“That’s it,” Reaper grates. “You feel how tightly she’s gripping me, Baby Girl?”

“She’s got a tight little cunt,” Cora says and I clench around him at her dirty words. She leans over, her mouth pressing to Reaper’s arm, as she slides in closer, dragging her other hand up my spine. “Come for him like you do on my hand, baby. I want them all to see how pretty you are when you fall over the edge.”

“Oh fuck, Kitten,” he grates, jaw moving under his mask.

“Harder,” I whimper. “Fuck me harder, please.”

Reaper makes a sound in his throat, and his fingers tighten, digging harshly into my flesh. He drives up harder. Then even harder.

“Please.”

“Beg for it. Beg for my cum,” he grates. “Beg to bemine.”

My lips part. He trusts upward so hard the beg catches in my throat. Then I hear myself whimper. Hear his growlinggroans responding to my quiet begs as I hang on, only faintly aware of the other's around us. Barely away that he's

Please. Please don't stop. Please. Please.

His eyes darken, head tilting back slightly, and just the sight of him starting to unravel sends me over. My cry cuts through the room as the world shatters around me, all my shadows spilling out, but then as my walls pulse, his hips snap up, once, twice, then he buries himself so deep, Cora’s hand gets smashed between us as heat floods me.

I fall forward, curling into myself. My whimpers don’t even sound like they’re mine as I bite down on his collarbone, teeth scraping over his shirt.

“Fu-uck,” he grates, again pumping in and out, riding out the lest dregs of his release, hands sliding up from my waist to my back and into my hair.

Cora stops the little circling motions on my clit, but she keeps her fingers between us as he continues to pump with little jerky movements, then suddenly stills, his fingers loosening in my hair.

I breathe. He sucks in a labored breath. I open my eyes and find Reaper, mask askew, his chest heaving, onyx eyes watching my face. He’s still buried deep, his cum throbbing and pulsing inside me.

Cora pulls her hand away, using it to brush damp hair away from my sweaty forehead. “Holy shit,” she whispers. “That was intense.”

Reaper keeps me locked in place with his gaze, but sits upright, lifting me enough that he slips out, heat sliding down my thigh. He reaches between my legs and drives two fingers deep into me, dark eyes moving to my lips as I gasp. I’m so sore from them all. But then he gently slips his fingers in and out and my shoulders ease, liking how he’s giving me even more of his flesh. When he pulls his hand back, his fingers glisten with myrelease, his cum, Breaker’s, Viper’s, Striker’s, and he holds them up.

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