Page 28 of Reaper

With one rough tug, he jerks my shirt over my head, sending the material flying across the room. My bra follows suit, leaving me naked and vulnerable. He turns me around and steps back to admire my body. His eyes travel over me, taking in every curve and swell. I’ve changed since the last time he saw me. Having a kid filled out my hips and left me with a rounder belly, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“You’re perfect,” he rasps, almost to himself.

He picks me up and seats me on the edge of the pool table. With one swift move, he unzips his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. My eyes widen at the evidence of his arousal. He’s even bigger than I remember. There’s no way he’s going to get that … that monstrous cock inside me.

“You sure you can handle this, baby?” he asks, a cocky smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh, I’m sure,” I retort, arching my back and running my fingers down my thighs.

I’ve done it before, so I’m sure I can do it again. As long as he takes his time, I’ll be fine. At least, that’s the lie I tell myself. He’s going to stretch me beyond my limits, but I don’t care. I need him desperately.

The old part of me that was utterly shameless takes over. I part my lower lips with my fingers to show him just how wet I am for him.

“Look at what you did to me,” I purr.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

Circling my clit with two fingers, I flash a smile, daring him to come closer. He grabs my wrists, pushing me back onto the felt and pinning my arms over my head. There’s nothing slow or gentle about the way he takes me.

Slamming into me, he buries himself to the hilt. I cry out in pleasure-pain, digging my nails into his straining ass. As he starts to move, my mouth drops open, and I arch to press my breasts against his chest. My hot, tight walls grip him like a vise. He fills me so completely that my mind goes blank. I turn into a savage animal, feral with lascivious need.

Wild abandon courses through my veins as Reaper’s thrusts become more frenzied. Hepounds into me with primal force, driven by the need to claim me as his own. As my nails dig deeper into his skin, spurring him on, a growl escapes his lips.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he groans.

“You feel so good,” I whimper.

“Come on my cock, baby. I want to feel you coming.”

I moan and roll my head to one side. He takes advantage of my neck, which I unwittingly bared to him. Biting my throat, he pinches the skin together, probably leaving one hell of a welt, but I don’t care. This is how we are together, violent and ferocious in our need for each other. It’s always been this way, from the day we met until now. I don’t think it’ll ever change.

My body coils tighter around his thick, impossibly hard cock. Pleasure builds to a crescendo, and as much as I want to hold back and make this last, I can’t.

“That’s right, baby, come for me,” he snarls, his voice guttural.

“Oh, fuck,” I scream.

“Yeah, take it like a good girl.”

“Please! Oh, God!”

He reaches down to thumb my clit. The moment he makes contact, I fall apart. Waves of release rip through my body. I’m shrieking and writhing and slamming my head against the table. Completely out of control, I sob as he captures one nipple between his teeth. He bitesdown, making my pussy squeeze even harder.

“Reaper, oh my God!”

“That’s right, baby. Iamyour god, and I’m taking you to heaven or hell. You decide.”

I choose hell because that’s what I’m in. I’m powerless to stop the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. He’s made me come hard before, but nothing like this. He’s almost demonic with glee as he watches me climax over and over in an endless orgasm that pushes me close to the edge of sanity.

Guttural grunts jerk from my lips as he keeps pounding my pussy. A trail of drool slides down from the corner of my mouth. My eyes roll back, and all I see is darkness. It consumes me, carrying me to a place I’ve never been before.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he moans.

Pulling me off the pool table, he holds my ass up with his huge hands. He fucks me standing up, lifting me before yanking me down on his cock. My breasts bounce as my hair flops against my back.

“Shit!”

He lays me back down, leaning over, bracing his hands on the edges of the pool table. Using that extra leverage, he thrust deeper before suddenly tensing.

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