Page 15 of Reaper

He walks us toward the bed, his hands roaming my sweat-slicked skin.I fumble with his belt buckle, desperate to feel him inside me.He helps me strip off his jeans, his heavy erection springing free to slap against his stomach.

My mouth waters at the sight.I wrap my fingers around his thick length, relishing his guttural groan.He pulses in my grip, hot and hard and perfect.

"I need your cock," I rasp, stroking him from root to tip."Need to feel you stretch me, fill me up."

"Fuck yes," he hisses, his hips flexing into my touch."Gonna bury myself so deep in your pretty pussy.Gonna make you scream my name until you forget you ever let me go."

Reaper's possessive growl sends a shiver down my spine as he lowers me to the bed.The cool sheets are a shock against my heated skin but it barely registers because Reaper is rummaging in the nightstand and then he's kneeling between my spread thighs,condom packet between his teeth.

He rips it open, his eyes burning into mine."You sure about this, Rebel? Once I'm inside you, all bets are off."

In answer, I pluck the condom from his fingers and sit up to roll it onto his impressive length.He groans, low and guttural, as I give him a firm stroke from base to tip.

"Does that answer your question?" I purr, tracing the thick vein on the underside of his cock.

"Fuck yes," he rasps, pushing me back down and notching his latex-covered tip at my entrance.He pauses there, his jaw tight with restraint."Tell me you want this, Sandy.Tell me youneed my cock pounding this sweet pussy.Tell me it's all you've thought about for five fucking years."

"I want this," I breathe, hooking my legs around his hips to urge him closer."I need you so deep inside me I forget my own name.It's all I've craved since the moment I walked away."

Reaper makes a noise like I've punched him.Then he's thrusting forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one relentless drive.My back arches off the bed at the sudden fullness, my walls stretching to accommodate his thick girth.He stills there, his forehead pressed to mine, giving me a moment to adjust.

"Christ you feel incredible," he grits out, his hips twitching with the effort of holding back."So fucking tight and wet. Perfect."

"Please," I whimper, canting my hips to take him even deeper.The slight burn only adds to the pleasure coursing through my veins."Fuck me, Reaper. Fuck me so hard I can't walk tomorrow."

His control snaps. He withdraws almost completely then slams back in, setting a pounding rhythm that has me seeing stars.I cling to his shoulders, my nails raking down his back as he pistons into my greedy pussy again and again.

The filthy slap of flesh against flesh echoes obscenely in the quiet room, interspersed with Reaper's harsh grunts and my wanton moans.He hammers into me with laser focus, like he's trying to brand himself onto my soul with every punishing thrust.

"Goddamn, look at this pussy taking my cock," he snarls, his eyes riveted to where we're joined."Fucking made for me, aren't you baby?No one else will ever fill you up like this."

"No one," I agree breathlessly, my pussy clamping down on his cock as I creep steadily back up to the edge.

His filthy words are my undoing.My pussy clamps down on his cock like a vice, rippling and fluttering as my climaxbuilds.Reaper groans, the muscles in his back flexing under my scrabbling fingers.

"That's it," he growls, snapping his hips faster, harder, the force driving me up the bed."Squeeze my cock, baby. Milk it dry with this greedy cunt."

He slams into me like a man possessed, grinding against my clit with every thrust.The combination of sensations sends me flying over the edge with a ragged scream.My orgasm crashes through me in waves of molten bliss, my core spasming wildly around his driving length.

"Fuck, Sandy!" Reaper's shout is pure satisfaction as my rippling walls trigger his own release.He buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he empties himself into the condom.

We stay locked together, trembling and panting, our sweat-slicked skin slidingdeliciously.Reaper's weight is a comforting anchor, his heart thundering againstmine.I feel marked, claimed, thoroughly owned in the best possibleway.

"Fuck, I’ve missed you," he murmurs into my hair, his voice raw withemotion."I never stopped thinking about you, not for a single goddamnsecond."

Tears sting my eyes at hisconfession."I’ve missed you too. So fuckingmuch."

He kisses me then, deep and slow and achinglytender.I pour everything I feel into the kiss, trying to memorize the taste and feel of him just in case this is the last time I ever get to havethis.

Because the secrets I'm keeping could destroy usboth.

Reaper eventually rolls off me, disposing of the condom and using his discarded shirt to gently clean up the mess between mythighs.I'm fully sated, my limbs refusing to cooperate as he settles me under the covers and pulls me into hisarms.

"Sleep, Rebel," he rumbles, nuzzling my temple. "I've got you."

But I can't sleep, not yet. Not when the lies are burning a hole in mychest.

"Reaper, I need to tell you something," I whisper, dread knotting mystomach."It's about T-"

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