Page 90 of Reaper Released

He just nods, lowering myself over his dick, just sliding the tip in still with his lip between my teeth. I suck it into my mouth. His eyes roll into the back of his head. His pupils have already blown and match his raven black hair. The lighting here makes it shimmer like a raven's wing, looking almost purple at some angles and emerald at others.

Sliding my hands up his chest, still hovering over him with just the tip in, I pinch his nipples and twist, flicking his piercings. He groans into my mouth as I kiss him again slowly, sliding myself down the length of him. Once I’m fully seated, I rotate my hips a few times. His head lolls back against the wall as I grind myself into him.

I lift almost totally off of him before slamming myself back down. He makes a sharp intake of breath as I twist a nipple again, leaning up and biting down on his neck just below his ear.

“Fuck, Ray!” he gasps out as I lick over the bite mark. Licking along his collarbone, I slam myself back onto him. He tries to pull his hands free, but I have all my weight on my knees, pinning them to the top of the drawers and slamming down onto him again. I slide my hand up around his throat and turn his head away so I can bite down on his neck again, then lick it. Before biting down on his collarbone, he gasps out a shaky moan as I squeeze my hand on his throat, not to cut his circulation off or try and make him pass out, just to hold him where I want him, just enough to say I’m in charge and you will do what I want. Slamming onto him again, my thrust slams him into the wall, and a couple of the knives clatter to the drawers. Grinding into him, his breaths are laboured, and his eyes are rolling, struggling to focus. Slamming myself around him again, his breath hitches.

He’s close, I can tell, so I grind myself into him, rubbing my clit against him as I slam down over and over, one hand still on his throat, the other on his nipple, twisting till he gasps out and closes his eyes gritting his teeth.

“Ray!” he roars and gasps as he comes so hard inside me, I feel it in my chest. I carry on grinding into him as he gasps and twitches at the sensation, filling me up, and only once he has finished and sagged in my hold do I plummet over the edge myself. His gaze meets mine as I scream his name while hammering myself home over the edge, but I don't stop gasping and screaming. I carry on till I come again.

As I sag onto him, his hands release from under my knees, and he grabs me around the waist, holding me to him, maintaining eye contact. “Holy shit …where have you been all my life?”

I smile at him while panting. “Trying to find you! Now I have, I’m never letting you go!” an involuntary spasm causes my hips to rotate against him of their own free will, causing us both to groan. Rocking again, I can feel his come starting to run out of me, coating my thighs and his, and I can’t help myself rocking again, causing another groan to escape from those gorgeous plump lips of his. Those groans and growls just vibrate straight through me to my pussy, and when I rock one more time, he reaches over, grabbing the heels of my boots in both hands and slamming me into him.

“Fuck!” I moan out. I’m so sensitive, but with the feel of our come sliding around my clit and my pussy, it turns me on so hard, even more now he’s starting to harden again, so he slams me into him again and again.

I grab onto his shoulders to steady myself as he drags me forward by my heels again, slamming me into him and making me gasp as my clit slides over him, pulsing and throbbing from the orgasms I've already had. His eyes twinkle as my pussy clenches around him. I can feel him thickening back up inside me as he drags me onto him again, and again, and again, not giving me a second to recover. He’s panting, a layer of slick sweat coating us both, biting down on my neck. I slam my head back as he drags me into him again. My breaths are coming in short and stuttered. It’s so intense, my clit’s so swollen and tender that every slam, every thrust, every slight slide of our skin together is sending electricity through it into my stomach, up to my throat as I gasp for air. I try to hold onto my sanity, slamming me into him by the heels of my FMBs. They really are turning out to be Fuck Me Boots, quite literally.

I start to see black spots, fireworks, stars, the whole shebang as he slams into me again and again. My breath hitches, and my brain short circuits as I grab down to one of my nipples and tweak so hard I know it will bruise, but it’s too much and just enough. I can’t help the sensations flinging around my body, every nerve ending alight with what can only be described as cold fire burning me from the inside out. Slamming into me again, I’m gone. I blackout and collapse into Steel’s arms. As I crash through the other side of my orgasm, holding me tight around my waist, he reaches up and slides a lock of my hair behind my ears.

“Fucking beautiful!” he whispers against my mouth. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?” He kisses me like he’s trying to steal my last breath. We rest our foreheads together, panting into each other’s breaths.

“So …you like the secret weapons room, then?”

“Erm, it’s not bad, I suppose!”

Digging me in the ribs and causing another spasm to radiate through me and me to grind against him, I buck and moan.

“Nope, can’t do anymore. Need a minute. Shit, that tickles like fuck, can’t cope!” I gasp out as he chuckles against me and kisses me so slowly, like he’s telling me the promises he’s making for the rest of our lives, reaching up and cupping his cheeks with my palms. “I fucking love you, husband!”

“Fuck, I love you, wife!”

Only Hades himself knows how long we sit there staring into each other gazes and sharing languid and unhurried kisses, tongues tasting and flicking across lips, hands gently roaming skin, totally losing ourselves to the feel of each other. Finally pulling away and sliding me to the ground, my legs are still wobbly.

“Easy there, Bambi!” He laughs as I try to stand in the six-inch heels while waiting for the blood to rush back to my legs so I can feel them.

“Dick!” I laugh as he slides off the drawers, his legs wobbling too, sliding his jeans back up but leaving them hanging on his hips. That delicious Adonis belt directing me down behind his boxers. I lick my lips as he reaches over and kisses the breath out of me, sliding his hands over my shoulder, dropping my jacket to the floor, throwing me over his shoulder, and smacking my arse.

“Fuck, I love fucking you. I can smell us so bad!”

He slides his fingers between my legs, walking me back through the walk-in and throwing me down on the bed. “Wonder if we taste as good as we smell!” He slides his thumbs under my shorts and yanks them down and over my boots, running his thumbs through my lips. I can feel him seeping out of me. “Fuck, that’s hot!” Next thing, his head’s between my legs, and he’s pushing his fingers inside of me, pushing his come back in, as he licks up across my clit. I buck my back off the bed. He licks again. “Fuck, we taste good together!”

Licking and thrusting his tongue into me and plunging his fingers inside at the same time. I gasp out, and as I do, he slides up me, slamming his mouth against mine. I can taste us both on his lips, and I groan. His tongue slides into my mouth and his fingers slide into my pussy, and his thumb rides across my sensitive bean.

“Hades!” I breathe into his mouth. “You’re actually trying to kill me!” Grinning against my mouth as he kisses me, our taste filling my mouth with the taste of lust and longing, he removes his hands from me and slowly slides his dick back inside me, slamming my head back against the pillows and my hips up to meet his.

I grab the back of his head and slam his mouth into mine again, breaths panting and becoming more erratic. We are both so sensitive, but neither of us can stop sliding up and down my body, flesh on flesh. There’s so much come sliding around that he slides against my clit in the most erotic of ways. My nipples tighten as the heat rises again. “Fuck!”

“Hang on, baby!” Slamming into me again, our breaths hitch and gasp, so sensitive, so delicious, so addictive. I fall over the edge, and he follows me into the darkness. I think we both pass out from orgasm overdose. I'm pretty sure that’s a thing!

My mind wakes before I do. There’s a pressure on my chest, almost a feeling of restraint. I calm my breath, slowly opening my eyes, only to see the most beautiful, soft, relaxed face across my shoulder and a tight, muscular body pinning me to the bed. Clenching and pulsing my pussy, I groan. He’s still inside me. I smile to myself. We must have fucked to the point of exhaustion… Again. Something about the feel of him, semi-hard, semi-soft, makes my hips squirm underneath him, not enough to wake him, just enough to ‘wake him’ he’s so responsive to me.

I pulse again and feel him thicken. Fuck, I feel so horny like this. It's like all those years I denied myself proper touch. Now I can’t get enough of it, enough of him. Still with the come from last night covering my thighs and coating my clit, flexing my hips, the tingle shoots through me. Fuck, he really is gonna be the death of me. I’ve gone from having sex a few times over the years after deciding men just aren’t on my agenda to some dirty little cock whore who needs to ride his beautiful, amazingly talented dick constantly.

Sliding my arms around his arse, kneading his cheeks, I roll my hips, closing my eyes as the sensation grows. Fuck, I’m close. I can feel him stir, but I hope he won’t mind. I tilt again, gasping as my clit rubs against him, rocking my hips. His eyes slowly open, and a fucking panty-dropping smile creeps across his face reaching down and grabbing my wrists.

He slides my arms above my head. “Morning, wife! What do we have here, then?” Sliding his body up mine and back down again, I gasp again. Fuck, he knows what I’m doing now. He’s gonna slowly torture me. “Were you being a dirty little wife and fucking me while I was sleeping?” I nod as I bite my lip, and he slides up and down me again. My eyes roll back in my head. My nipples pebble as his chest rubs against them, causing them to pulse with sensitivity.

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