Page 146 of Breaker

There’s a rustle of fabric, the familiar clinking of his belt coming undone. A slight thud followed by another. Then the bed dips and I feel his hands on my thighs as he settles between them.

“So pretty and pink,” he says, his voice so gentle it makes me wonder where he’s been hiding this man. Warm palms dragup my thighs, and I jerk when a finger skims my clit. “You’re sore.” It’s a statement. “He fucked you so well, so many times.”

Even though I’m blindfolded, I squeeze my eyes shut, my cheeks scalding that Reaper is between my thighs, praising the wet mess Striker left behind.

Reaper’s finger skims my opening. My breath rushes out as he slides it in, angling it upward. “Fuck,” he grates. “Your tight little pussy is drenched with cum.”

I bite my lip to keep my whimper in my mouth. He drives in deeper, but just as slowly, hitting that spot low in my belly that sends fire though my veins. His name leaves me on an exhale.

“Does that feel good, Kitten?”

“Yes. More. Please. Harder.”

Adding a finger, Reaper drives in harder. My back arches slightly. It all feels too intense, and he’s only just begun touching me. He drives in again, picking up pace, sending that blooming ache higher and higher until I’m throwing my head back, gripping the rope attached to the headboard, trying to meet his thrusts.

I’ve been so used, so many times, that only a rough touch will send me over. Reaper drives those long thick fingers in hard, sending electric heat to my belly. His fingers curls and that electric jolt fires a pulsing wave of pleasure through my core, making my pussy clench.

“Don’t come,” he grates, but it’s too late. It rolls over me, my back arching off the bed as my release unfolds. A harsh slap to my clit makes me cry out. “I didn’t give you permission to come,” he growls. Another slap and I jerk off the bed at the intense heat that sears through me. “If you want to come, you have to ask me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whimper, squirming, as I come down from my high, but I’m barely allowed any movement with my legs restrained.

When warm flesh hits my pussy, and a hot mouth encloses over my nipple, I suck in a breath, the scent of him invading my nose. Firelight and burning stars. Reaper’s never had his mouth on me and my body stills as I try to absorb every sensation. His tongue flickering roughly, then teeth nipping. The warm press of lips as he takes the hardened bud between his lips. The harsh suck.

His rumbling groan moves through me, and he shifts, his flesh slicking over my wet pussy as he sucks my nipple back into his mouth. The thought that he’s bare-chested, that I can feel his skin on mine sends a carnal hunger to zing through me. That his mouth is on me, licking, kissing places he’s never tasted. His palms slipping up my sides, fingers dipping into my curves, then gripping both breasts in his large hands.

“One day I’m going to fuck these perfect little tits and come all over them,” he says. Teeth scrape my nipple then bite gently. “Then I’m going to watch our Baby Girl lick them clean.”

My chest squeezes, pussy clenching. “Yes,” I say, liking the thought of her tasting him on me. Liking that even though this is just us, she is still on his mind.

Reaper slips lower, his hot mouth trialing a line of fire down my stomach. When he reaches my belly button, I feel him press a gentle kiss right below it and every single cell in my body focuses on that one spot.

He moves lower.

My breath hitches.

Lips press to the skin just above the line of hair leading to my pussy.

It feels like someone’s sucked all the air from the room and set it on fire with how my skin heats and my lungs seize. Reaper has never had his mouth on me. Not between my legs, not my breasts, he’s never kissed me.

“I can’t wait to taste you, Kitten,” he purrs. “You smell so fucking good. I can smell him on your skin. Smell what a greedy girl you’ve been today, begging for all our cocks.”

“Yes,” I say becauseholy shit, yes I want more. I want his mouth on me.

A soft kiss lands on my folds, hot tongue parting me. His groan is enough to be my undoing.

“You taste like heaven,” he groans. “Like fucking absolution.” Then his entire mouth is on me and he’s sucking, licking, devouring me.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, chains rattling as my heels dig into the bed.

“You want more, Kitten?” he rasps. “You want my fingers in this tight pussy, don’t you?”

It feels like the devil has control of my voice as my answer rips free. “Yes. Please.”

Reaper slips in two fingers, driving them in hard. Fast. His lips enclose over my clit, and he sucks. I scream out at the intensity of it, but he doesn’t let up. The wet sounds of him feasting fill the room, mixing with the slick sound of his fingers driving in and out and his rumbling groans.

“You taste so good, Kitten,” he grates. “Give me more.”

The thought that he can taste Striker’s cum still in me is so filthy, I buck into his mouth, a primal craving to have him consume me making all thoughts splinter. A part of me is amazed at his hungry groans, every savage sound emitting from him making me even wetter.

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