Page 24 of They Call Him Reaper

She stops me when I try to turn over. “No! Wait. I was just making sureIwasn’t hallucinating.”

As she climbs on top of me, the silkiness of her thighs caresses my waist and her soft hand wraps around my hard dick. I bite my lip to keep from getting too carried away. I’ve never had sex for pleasure. I’ve seduced women for a mission or two but haven’t fucked for the sake of fucking. The novelty of it died on my thirteenth birthday. Until now. This anticipation is different from anything I’ve experienced before.

My dick pushes through as she lowers herself on me. She rocks her hips a little to accommodate me, but it only teases me more. Grabbing her waist, I thrust up as I pull her the rest of the way down. We moan in unison as she pulses around me, hot, wet, and perfectly snug.

“Oh, man!” she moans as she throws her head back. Her nails dig into my chest, leaving little ripples of pain that contrasts with the pleasure from her grinding her pussy on me.

“Fuck, Inaya. More.”

She pauses and looks at me like she’s trying to figure out a puzzle. “You know my name?”

She’s right. I’ve never used it before tonight, even when thinking about her. I know her name, age, date of birth, allergies, fears, and favorite foods, to name a few. My dick jerks inside of her when I push myself up to get in her face.

“Yes. Does it fucking matter right now?” My fingers tease the back of her neck when my hand cups it.

Her hooded gaze is so full of desire that I almost get lost looking into her eyes. “Hell, no.”

Inaya kisses me and catches me off guard. It’s another thing I don’t do just because. Her taste draws me in, and I can see the benefit of kissing for enjoyment. The feel of her lips on mine, the slide of her tongue, the way she moans into my mouth all makes sex feel like a new experience.

Pulling her hair until her head falls back, I attack her neck with kisses. She bucks against me, and I know she’s holding back because of my leg injury, but it isn’t necessary. I need to work out my frustrations.

“Inaya,” I begin, but she grabs my face with both hands.

“Go for it, Dante. Grab my neck, choke me, and call me an idiot.”

Fuck. That’s sexy.I grab her neck and squeeze just enough to take some of her breath away. This is the fun part. I know exactly how much pressure to use for any purpose. Her pulse beats erratically under my hand.

“Is that what you like,Idiota? A little degradation?” Her pussy clamps on my dick.

She tries to answer, although she’s having issues breathing. “For...you...yes.”

Her desire drips down my dick, showing me just how much she loves it. Inaya works her hips as she chases her next orgasm. I fight to keep my eyes from rolling back and add more pressure.

“If you like it rough and rude, wait until my leg heals,Gatita. I’ll take you on the edge of insanity and bring you back. You’ll be begging me to stop while wishing for more.”

“Yes, please,” she begs.

I take control, grabbing her ass and guiding her to the punishment her pussy craves. The scrape of her nails burns my arms, leaving red trails behind. The thought of how they'll look tomorrow makes my dick jerk and my balls tighten. Her pussy pulsates faster and deeper. She’s almost there.

“You will come for me,Idiota.”

She explodes when I tug at her clit. My dick loves her orgasm milking me. Her lack of oxygen is giving her a high she’s never experienced before. Watching Inaya’s eyes roll back does it for me. I come hard, filling her with all my lust and frustration. I release her before she can pass out and chuckle to myself when she falls back onto the bed.

Be careful what you wish for.

The throbbingin my leg awakens me, but the soreness throughout my body quickly follows. My throat burns, probably from gulping ocean water. Yesterday was a taxing day, so I’ll need to take it easy today. Big brown eyes greet me the moment I open mine. Inaya is studying me much like she did the first morning when we slept in the same bed, but this time she has the dumbest smile stretching across her face.

“¡Buenos días!” she chirps, far too chipper.

My laughter escapes before I can stop it. “You’re so fucking annoying.”

She yelps when I push her, then flip her onto her side. I grind my hard dick on her plush ass. It feels so good that I emit a low growl. The scent of sex is still on her skin and knowing that I marked her is far more satisfying than I care to admit. This is not my goal or mission, yet I cannot feel the irritation I usually feel from a plan going awry. Right now, I just want to fuck despite all the signs my body is giving me to rest. I grab her chin to tilt back her head and run my nose along the side of her neck. She releases a soft hum but doesn’t say anything.

My fingers find her pussy, dipping into the wetness that’s already waiting for me. I want to dip my face in it and drink fromher until she can’t give me anymore. I push the thought aside; this isn’t going anywhere further than me getting my dick wet.

“Don’t confuse this,Gatita.It’s just fucking.”

Her acknowledgement gets drowned out by a moan when I slam into her unexpectedly. I screw my eyes shut from the pleasure, because I’m trying to understand what’s different. Why does this feel so fucking good? I drive into her harder. I want this new side of my brain to shut the fuck up. Her screams oscillate between pain and pleasure and that somehow makes all of this better.

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