Page 42 of Reaper

“Come back to me,” Lexi whispers, snapping me back to the present.

I shove all other thoughts aside as I surge in and out of her wet, hot pussy. She tightens around me, pulling at my cock until thetension in my balls becomes too much. Reaching between us, I stroke her clit relentlessly, using the perfect amount of pressure until she’s writhing beneath me.

“Come for me,” I command.

She arches, screaming out her orgasm while her tight sheath pulses around my cock. Her legs twitch uncontrollably as her eyes roll. She looks almost possessed, and somehow, that makes me even harder.

Pounding her into another orgasm, I hold my own pleasure back. Watching her come on my dick never gets old. She’s just as stunning as the day we met, maybe more so now that she’s had my kid. Her tits are bigger, fuller, and her hips have plenty for me to grab onto. I love every inch of her newfound curves and can’t seem to get enough.

“Shit,” I hiss as my body coils tighter.

My balls ache, and my cock’s throbbing with the need to fill her with my seed. She’s creaming all over my shaft, and it’s the most erotic sensation I’ve ever experienced.

“Come inside me,” she moans.

Her plea is my undoing. I roar as I come, jerking my hips and unleashing waves of white hot heat into her body. She takes as much as she can, but she can’t take everything. My cum leaks out around my cock, causing a huge mess all over the sheets.

I grin.

“What are you smiling about?” she asks, giggling.

“Look at the mess you made.”

“I made?” she arches a brow.

“Don’t move.”

I’m like a cowboy who just rode a bull as I waddle across the room into the adjoining bathroom. I grab a washcloth and wait until the water’s warm before cleaning myself up. I rinse it thoroughly before bringing it back to bed, where I clean up my woman’s sweet, sexy-as-fuck pussy.

“Come cuddle with me,” she whispers, after I dispose of the washcloth in the hamper. She holds out her arms.

Settling into her warmth, I’m slowly coming down from the immense pleasure we just shared. Her heart beats against my chest, reminding me of how alive she is and how fragile life can be. There were so many times when I didn’t think I’d survive, but I did. Maybe this is why. Now, I’m more determined than ever to keep her safe.

“Until we get rid of Blackstone for good, I’m not taking any chances with your life or our son’s. Promise me you won’t run away again. You have to stay here at the clubhouse until we take care of Blackstone. It’s too dangerous for you and Ace out there.”

“I promise, I’ll stay. I trust you to keep us safe.”

I nod, acknowledging her words. But deep down, I still wonder if I’m truly capable of protecting them from the darkness that follows me. Blackstone has managed to evade us for years. How are we going to get to him now? Has something actually changed, or is this just wishful thinking?

“After Blackstone’s dead, I want us to try to be a family. You, Ace, and me. You have it in you to be a good father. I know you do. You just need to try,” she insists softly, running her fingers through my hair.

“Until Blackstone’s dead, I can’t even consider it.”

“Okay. Then let’s make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone else ever again. Do you have a plan yet?”

“Not exactly. We’re going to need a plan to get inside Blackstone’s ranch if we’re going to end this once and for all. Matrix is working on the keycard to see if he can reprogram it.”

“I want to help in any way I can,” she says fiercely, her fingers tightening around my hand.

“This won’t be easy, and it could get ugly. I don’t want you anywhere near that monster,” I warn her, knowing that involving her in this part of my life means putting her in the line of fire.

“I refuse to stand by while he continues to hurt people. I shudder to think of what he was planning to do with Ace. Although I never saw any kids there, I never went into the basement either. What if he has kids down there again?”

“He doesn’t. At least he didn’t when the FBI raised his place a few months ago.”

“How did that happen?”

“You can ask Daisy all about it when you meet her. But Blackstone managed to clean up the basement before the Feds got there. Fresh paint. New carpet. He turned it into a kind of game room with a huge TV in it. Completely tricked the idiot pigs into thinking he was clean.”

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