Page 43 of Reaper
She says that now, but she doesn’t know the real me. What will she think when she finds out all these ravens tattooed on my skin are for the men I’ve killed? I’m sure she’ll be repulsed by that.
Or maybe, I’m just thinking too much about it.
She’s the first woman in a long time who captivates me. Maybe I’m the one afraid of getting attached?
Or hurt.
“I just want to feel you inside me. Please.”
The lightest touch of her lips against mine sends shivers down my spine, and I’m on the verge of just saying fuck it. The desperation in her eyes, and the tremor in her voice call tosomething deep in me. This is something I need just as much as she does.
I shove my doubts aside and concentrate on living in the moment. I’ll just deal with the consequences later because right now I don’t want to stop myself from having what I want anymore.
“Logan!” she screams, the sound echoing through the space as I surge inside her tight warmth.
Immediately a sense of possessiveness washes over me, and I realize there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
She’s mine.
“Fuck,” I groan as her wet cunt grips me with perfection. “I just knew you’d be fucking addictive.”
The steady rhythm of her body moves against mine as she buries her face in the curve of my neck, her uneven breaths a warm, gentle caress against my skin. I don’t want to trigger her in any kind of way, but I would love for this moment to last longer than I know it will.
Ever since she’s been staying at my place, I’ve fantasized about this, imagining every detail. Her moans. The sweet smell of her arousal, and how it would feel for me to be inside her all night long. I’ve heard her whisper my name in that sweet voice that’s become I sound I long to hear. Yet nothing could have prepared me for the overwhelming rush of emotions flooding my system right now. A symphony of nothing but the sweet sounds and the smell of Paris. Something I didn’t believe I would ever experience because of her trauma. And when she decided she wanted to wipe the horrible memories of Nikita from her mind, I still didn’t believe we would end up here. Connected in a way that can never be changed or forgotten, no matter what happens after this.
She grips my hair as I slam into her over and over again. “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. I can’t wait to fill you with my cum.”
“Fuck, Logan. Oh my god.!” she screams as I keep slamming into her.
I’m sure the entire clubhouse can hear us, but I don’t give one single fuck. Paris is mine, and I’ll make sure everyone knows it, especially her.
My pulse pounds in my ears, mirroring the frantic rhythm of my movements. The way she fits around me is absolute perfection and I know this won’t be the last time I have her.
It can’t be.
“Right there, Logan. Oh fuck! I’m coming!”
There’s so much of her arousal, it’s leaking down my nuts, and the heat from her body is driving me insane. The familiar tingling starts at the soles of my feet— a prickly warmth that moves up my legs and across my entire body.
“Fuck! Fuck!” I groan, as she clenches around me pulling me over the edge with her.
When I’m completely spent, I rest my forehead against hers, as we both catch our breaths.
I pull away and peck her lips.
“That was amazing,” she says, as I maneuver her towards the bed.
I pull out of her, then gently place her down on the bed then push her dress above her knees. Opening her legs, I’m transfixed on the mixture of my cum and hers leaking from her puffy cunt.
“We’re not done yet,” I say as I run my fingers through her wet slit.
When she moans it goes straight to my dick. I can’t help myself, so I push my fingers inside her and her walls clench around them. I know she’s sore, so I won’t fuck her again, but I will lick her cunt until she’s screaming my name.
“Fuck you smell so good, sweetheart. I can’t wait to taste you. It’s been entirely too long.”
As I slide my tongue over her pussy, the taste of her arousal mixed with mine explodes in my mouth, a symphony of salty sweetness and musk. A low hum vibrates against her warm skin as her hands reach up, fingers digging into my hair. The burning sting on my scalp only intensifies my desire to destroy this woman for any other man.
I suck on her clit, while she grinds against me. I push a finger inside her entrance, moving in and out of her at the pace of her movements while continuing to suck on her clit until she screams my name and floods my mouth with her arousal when she comes.
