Page 49 of Reaper Flame

He tugged my hair into a rough ponytail and forced me down further while he thrust upwards to hit the back of my throat, pistoning his hips unable to control himself. I threw the scissors to the side. I needed two hands to tame the monster.I used my mouth and hands to pleasure him, making him pant. From his heaving chest and groans, the big man was close.

“Fuck!” With a thrust of his hips, West came. He sprayed my mouth like he was trying to extinguish a fucking fire with his dick. Had he been storing it up for weeks?

I pulled away, spit trailing from his cock to my chin, and grinned at the sweaty mess he’d become.

His skin was covered in a sheen of sweat, but he didn’t take any time to recover. He sat up and took my face in his hands. His mouth assaulted mine in a frenzy. He didn’t give a shit that the metallic taste of his blood and cum made me taste like a salty cocktail. His rough kiss was filled with intention… and promise.

He slipped his hands under my ass and threw me down at his side, then pinned my arms above my head. The fingers on one of his hands wrapped around both of my wrists to restrict my motion, and the weight of his thighs either side of my body trapped me in place.

“Do you think we’re done?” He grinned wickedly. “We’re just getting started.”

West ducked to retrieve my dropped scissors.Fuck.A flush crept over my chest as I drew a sharp intake of breath.

“You’ve had your fun, Pinkie,” West said, his eyes shone with desire as he held the blade to my neck. “It’s my turn now.”

“This isn’t a fucking game, West,” I snarled.

“Maybe not,” West replied, parting my legs with his thigh. He looked down with a smirk, making me squirm under his scrutiny. “But your panties are soaked for me.”

He removed the blade from my pulsing neck and slid the cool metal teasingly down the center of my body. He didn’t make me bleed, but left a ghostly white trail behind until he reached my underwear. My breathing hitched up a notch as the scissors cut through the thin fabric easily. He slashed through the lace, slicing the sides away. Vixen would be pissed if she ever found out he turned expensive lingerie into party streamers.

“West—”

He pressed the scissors back to my throat, applying pressure with the point. “Don’t fight me, Pinkie.”

I swallowed hard as he tore the remnants of my underwear away with his spare hand and tossed them aside. His cock stiffened, ready for action again.

“Do you always force girls to fuck you by holding a blade to their throat?” I taunted, knowing this would anger him.

“Only when they like it,” West replied. His fingers dipped between my legs and slid between my pussy lips, making me gasp. “And you can’t deny that you like it, Pinkie. I can feel how wet you are.”

A whimper escaped my lips as he slid a finger inside me. He smirked, pleased to evoke a reaction and prove his point. My hands were free, so I could fight him off… but I didn’t want to. We had started a chain reaction that I was powerless to stop

“You’re so fucking tight,” West murmured appreciatively.

His finger fucked me in slow torturous strokes as his thumb stroked my clit to the same rhythm. As he pushed in a second finger, the scissors dug deeper into my neck and broke the skin, causing blood to drip down. West’s hot mouth was on it instantly. The stinging sensation and his tongue lapping against me only amplified the pleasure of him exploring my heat.

“You taste so good.” West’s whisper against my neck made me tremble. “You’re the only girl I want to do this with. The only girl who can make me hard and whose pussy makes my cock feel like it’s gonna burst.”

“More,” I gasped. “Give me… more.”

“More?” West climbed on top of me, sinking me down into another world. He angled his hips like he was about to launch a rocket. “Do you want me to fill you, Pinkie?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned. If he didn’t, I’d cum all over his fingers.

The pressure on my neck lessened, so I dared to move my hands. I stroked down his back, then dug my nails into his skin in encouragement. What the hell was he waiting for?

“If I fill you,” he said, sliding the flat of the scissors down my cheek, “will you gush on me again, baby?”

I blushed at the memory of how I wrecked the seats in Giles’s sports car. Until then, I thought that squirting was a myth.

“Well?” West prompted as his tattooed cock rubbed against my wet pussy, turning me on more. “Are you going to give me what I want?”

He wanted me to succumb. He wanted me to give in and beg, but I wouldn’t. This wasn’t about what he wanted. This was all about me. His beast couldn’t rule me. I sunk my teeth into his shoulder, making him curse and his hips buck, giving my pussy more of the delicious friction she craved.

“So, you don’t want to play nice?” West purred. He tossed the scissors away and moved both of his hands to the headboard, casting me in a dark shadow. “I’ll need both hands for what I’m going to do to you.”

West may think he’d won, but when he flipped me onto my front and his giant hands yanked my hips upward to force me to my knees, I knew who the real winner was. He was going to take me. His hand forced my head back down on the mattress, keeping my ass pointed in his direction. I stretched my arms out in front, knowing it would give him the best view.

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