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“Why?”
“Because I’m yours.”
“That’s right.”
He removes his fingers and I shiver at the sound of his zipper. Without ceremony, he grabs my hips and slams into me. I cry out and he curls his fingers over my shoulders, keeping me in place as he buries himself deep. When he begins to move, he pulls no punches. He rams into me repeatedly, releasing his frustrations from the past week.
“Gage…oh, God!”
His hands slide back to my hips and he moves faster, his balls slapping against my mound.
“Chucha madre!”
He grunts and fucks me harder, tugging on my ponytail. Jesus. We haven’t been doing this long but he’s never been this…brutal. This is the part of him he told me about. The part that doesn’t do romance or relationships. This is Reaper. The man you see if you want someone killed or, if you’re a woman, a good fuck. And I fucking love this part of him, too.
“Fuck me, Gage. Fuck me!”
He growls and reaches around to press down on one of the binder clips. Sweet pain pulses through me, and I clench around him. He pushes on my back until I’m lying on the desk and then he really lets me have it. Each thrust jolts me forward, the clips on my nipples connecting with the desk. Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain…I don’t know which sensation is stronger.
He reaches around to stroke my clit and pleasure triumphs. I clamp down on him and scream as I come. He grabs my ponytail, tugs me toward him, and rips the clips off my nipples. My body jerks, vibrating in sweet rapture. I collapse against him, unable to hold my own weight. Picking me up, he sets me on the desk and slides his tongue between my lips. I shudder as he licks at my clit. Pushing my legs together, he places them on his shoulder. He slides inside me, but it’s an even tighter fit with my legs like this.
“Jesus, baby.”
I can’t help it. I giggle a little.
“What the fuck is funny?”
“You said ‘Jesus, baby’. I say ‘baby Jesus’. I just thought –”
He goes deep, cutting me off. I gasp, forgetting what I was about to say.
“I’m all for the man upstairs but right now, it’s all about me.” He transfers my right leg to his left shoulder and leans forward. “Your mind, body, and soul should be focused onme.”
I stare into his eyes and all other thoughts flee. The only ones I have are of him. “Yes.”
He starts to move, at a slower pace this time but giving no less pleasure. His thumb circles my clit as he completely withdraws then sinks deep. I groan in frustration every time he pulls out.
“Gage, please…”
“You want me to fuck you, babe?”
“Yes.”
“Or do you want to make love?”
“Fuck me. Please!” I plead.
He bites into his bottom lip then gives me exactly what I asked for. I arch my back, palming my breasts to stop them from bouncing around.
“Don’t,” he barks.
I drop my hands and grip the edge of the desk to keep myself anchored. He grunts and presses down on my clit with his thumb. I know he’s close. I tighten around him the way he likes and he closes his eyes, groaning in pleasure. He moves faster, his thumb rubbing in dizzying circles. I’m moaning so loudly, everyone in the club would probably hear me if it wasn’t for the music.
“Come on. Come for me.”
He pinches my nipple, twisting it as my body goes taut.
“Gage!”
