Page 25 of Reaper's Ride
Strange. I never dwelled on it. It didn’t control or overwhelm me, but meeting Pagan showed me how lonely and alone I felt.
“Come back to me, darlin’.” Pagan’s hips slowed as his gaze locked onto mine. “Stay with me in the present.”
“I am,” I promised. “I was just thinking how happy I am that you walked into my life.”
“That makes two of us.” His lips crushed mine, demanding, brutal, and I loved every second.
Once I came, he shuddered and filled me, carrying us to the bed. With a tenderness I didn’t expect, he withdrew and lowered my bottom on the mattress. He joined me, hauling my body close to his. “I’m still hard. Just giving you a break before we begin again.”
“Is this normal?” I asked, curious if he had the same libido before he gained the Reaper.
“Not sure yet. I guess we’ll find out.”
That sentence implied we had a future. “You’re thinking of us together, huh?”
“Of course.” He lifted me higher up his chest, settling my body over his. “This is where I want you. Tits smashed against me. Pussy warm and wet by my cock. This juicy ass within range so I can squeeze it whenever I want.” He grabbed a handful and gave it a slap.
“Hey!” I gasped with a laugh.
“You tired?”
“No.” I felt relaxed, but not sleepy.
“I’ve got an idea.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Get on your hands and knees. I wanna see that pretty pink slit glistening and ready for me.”
Wow. The mouth on this man. Bikers were always rowdy and cursing, saying whatever they wanted, but Pagan was dirtier than all of them. The fact that he wanted me and intended to do all of those carnal, wicked things together turned me on so much that I nearly quaked as I obeyed him.
My thighs clenched as he moved behind me, anticipating his touch. “Pagan.”
“Goddamn, baby. Look at you.” His fingers swiped through my pussy from behind. “Fucking dripping with need.”
“I am.”
“Still feeling neglected?”
“Only until you sink your big cock inside me,” I teased.
“I’m gonna ask you every fucking day, Lainey. You’re gonna keep telling me that answer.”
“Oh, yes. I can do that.”
“I want this pussy in my face so often you fantasize and dream about my tongue and fingers filling you.”
Naughty boy.I was learning that Pagan had quite a few kinks.
My fingers gripped the black silky sheets beneath me, trying hard to remain still as I felt the heat of his gaze on my body.
His fingertips grazed my ass and the ring of muscle. “Someday, I want inside here.”
“And I’ll let you,” I moaned, pushing back against his hand as he slid two fingers inside me, causing friction as I moaned, needy and breathless for more.
By the time he had finished playing with me, I had come twice. Sticky from his cum and thoroughly sated, I collapsed against the sheets. Pagan rolled onto his side and curled his body around mine, holding me in a way that I had never experienced before. Maybe it was because I didn’t have my heart invested until him.
But it was hard to deny that I was falling hard for Pagan.
