Page 27 of Reaper's Rage

Her words burn into me because she’s described exactly how I feel about her. The more time I spend with Ashlyn, the more time I want to spend with her. But we both need sleep. Tomorrow is a long ride. “I think my woman needs something to help her sleep.”

“Oh yeah, you have those sleeping pills in here somewhere?” She asks, giggling when I pull her up to kiss her neck. “Or maybe some chamomile tea?” She suggests on a moan as I pull her up further so I can suck on her nipple. I shift so I’m lying flat, lifting her so she straddles me.

I take a long slurp of her pussy and hear her gasp in pleasure. “I think an orgasm or two works much better than tea or a pill.”

“Hmmm.” she moans in agreement.

With her knees planted on each side of my head, I flick my tongue along the outside edge of her pussy lips, relishing the flavor of my woman. Just like tasting her mouth, licking her cunt sends a calm through my system just before it sets off an explosion of primal need. I growl as every flick of my tongue against her clit causes more of her essence to flow. She’s so wet and needy. My dirty girl.

Pushing my tongue into her, I feel her core flutter with greed. So, I slide my hands under ass to pull her closer. My dick is hard as a steel rod and furious because he knows he’s sidelined. I want my woman’s first experience to be one she remembers forever. Even if it means dealing with blue balls for the next few days. Pressing my finger against her asshole causes her to tense. I continue to circle it until she relaxes just enough so I can push my finger in. I slide my finger in and out, feeling her body jerk before she grinds into my face. She lets out a keening wail as she gushes all over my face.

“Damn, baby. You’re trying to drown me. What a way to go.” I mumble as I revel in the feel of her essence all over my face.

I lift her up and lay her back on the bed as I go into the bathroom to get a warm washcloth. When I step back in the room, I see her watching me, her eyes glued on my dick, which is an angry purple and leaking cum. He jerks when she licks her lips.

“Baby girl, he’s already mad at me. Stop teasing him.” I warn her. She looks up at me and gives me a gorgeous smile.

“Well, we can’t have him mad. He’s too pretty to be upset. Is he lonely? Because I would love for him to come over and play.” She says as she shifts to all fours and stalks across the bed towards me.

I groan at the sexy image she makes, her gorgeous tits swaying. My knees almost buckle when she leans forward and licks the pre-cum off the head. “Damn, woman.”

“Tell me if I do something you don’t like.” She tells me with complete seriousness.

I want to laugh at the idea she could do anything I wouldn’t like. But as soon as her tiny hand wraps around my dick, my breath whooshes out. Fuck, having her touch me makes me feel like a teenager ready to blow. I grind my teeth together to gain some level of control, almost crushing them when I feel her mouth close around the tip. I can’t stop myself from grabbing her head when she hums. Fuck. She’s killing me. But what a fucking way to go. I slide my hand through her silky hair as she works my cock as if her life depends upon giving me pleasure. Fuck, I’m a lucky man.

I lock my knees to keep myself from fucking her mouth, but that makes me lightheaded. “Baby, God, that feels amazing, but I’m hanging on by a thread. I’m going to blow if you don’t stop.”

She glances up at me and fuck I almost come at how gorgeous she is with her lips wrapped around my cock, but when she narrows her eyes at me as if I’ve threatened to take away her favorite toy, I can’t stop the pleasure from ripping through me like lightning. “Ok, baby, you want it, you got it. Now swallow every drop.” I order as my balls tighten and the tingle in my spine increases. Too soon, I’m shooting ropes of my cum into her mouth and I watch in awe as she swallows it all. Fuck, have I said how lucky I am?

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: ASHLYN

Having my man’s cock in my mouth is equal parts erotic and fucking scary as hell. I know he’s holding back, trying hard to not take over and fuck my mouth. I appreciate his letting me do this at my pace as I explore my man’s reaction to every lick, suck and stroke I give him. When he warns me he’s ready to cum, I scowl at him for thinking that I’d want to stop. I’m proud when I take it all. That isn’t what scares me. No, what scares me is how fucking big he is. I know I’ve seen him naked, seen his cock locked and loaded. But knowing that I can’t get my fingers around his girth and that he stretches my mouth to its limits…

How the fuck is this monster going to fit inside me?

When I wake the next morning, I try to keep as still as possible as I revel in all that is Reaper. The sheet barely covers legs, leaving his long, lean, and muscular body visible to my hungry eyes. My mouth waters as I take in every inch of a body that reminds me of dark, delicious, and expensive chocolate. I feel my body sizzle as I imagine licking every inch of him. My eyes widen as his cock jerks and grows as I watch. Fuck, it is a monster. I must have let out a gasp, because I can feel Reaper’s body rumble with the chuckle that he lets escape.

“Fuck, baby girl. You get me hard just by looking at me. How am I supposed to ride today when you’ve got him so worked up?”

Shifting so I can look up into his soft brown eyes, I bite my lip. “I don’t think he’s going to fit inside me.” I blurt out. Maybe I should feel embarrassment at my words, but this is a genuine concern. “I mean, he barely fit in my mouth.” Reaper lets out a full on belly laugh and while I want to be angry, I’m too memorized by his beauty to work up to a snit. But I can still pout. “I’m just saying…”

He gathers me in his arms and treats me to a sweet kiss. “Baby, I promise you, he’ll fit. Once I’ve given you a few orgasms and your passage is slick, he’ll slide right in. I can’t promise you that there won’t be pain. It’s your first time. But I can promise you I’ll make it as easy for you as I can. The pleasure I give you after the pain will make it all worth it. Trust me?” He links our hands together and kisses my knuckles.

I melt into a puddle.

When he looks at me, I can’t help but smile. Reaper is the one person I can always count on. The one person who never lies to me. Not even to protect my feelings. “Of course I trust you.” I tell him, reaching up to kiss him. “I’ll always trust you. But I still don’t think you’ll fit.”

He tickles me until I’m laughing so hard I’m breathless. Then suddenly he lifts me out of bed to carry me into the bathroom, causing me to squeal in surprise. He settles me so my pussy presses against his cock. The heat of him makes my skin tingle. I wrap my hands around his neck and stare into it his beautiful eyes. He’s watching me and not looking where he’s going, but he gets us into the shower without tripping or running into a wall.

Once we’re there, he gently lowers me to the ground so I’m standing in the stream of hot water. I enjoy the feel of the water before turning to grab my shampoo. Reaper gets there before me. He lathers my hair by running his fingers along my scalp and down to the ends. Each pass is relaxing. I’m almost purring by the time he rinses out the conditioner. With amazing tenderness and care, he lathers my body until I’m so worked up; I want to jump him. So when his fingers pierce me, my body rocks against them. I’ll take everything he gives me.

As it is, it doesn’t take me long before I’m convulsing through an orgasm that rips through me.

“Fuck.” I growl out as my legs almost give out. “Maybe we should just stay here.” I mumble.

“In San Diego?” Reaper asks with a smirk.

“No, in this shower.” I reply, making him laugh.

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