Page 87 of Reaper

Fuck.

Now I’m hard.

I want to go pull her from the gym and have a repeat performance, but I don’t.

Instead, I make my way to our room.

Our room.

I don’t know why I was fooling myself. Since the second this girl showed up, she’s owned me.

I can’t wait to move her into our house. Maybe she will finally make the place feel like home.

Moving through the room, I strip my clothes off. I need the coldest shower known to man.

Or maybe I need to jack off.

The decision is made for me when I find the hamper full of our dirty clothes. Sitting right on top is that pretty little sundress she wore yesterday. I bet she didn’t even realize how sexy she looked in it.

I had to practically stare down all the guys to keep their eyes off her. I would never tell her what she can and can’t wear, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let other men look at her.

She’s mine.

Pulling the dress out, I bring it to my face.

It still smells like her.

God, this is so wicked. I shouldn’t, but my dick is already weeping at the idea.

Fuck it.

I’m already going to hell.

Hell, they named me Reaper because I lead the souls into hell.

Might as well earn my name.

Taking her lotion off the sink, I squirt it along my length. Then I start to stroke, keeping the dress up to my face.

I’m imagining her here with me. She’d watch me being so depraved, but she’d love it.

She’d be soaking wet wanting to touch herself, but she wouldn’t. She’d be too entranced by watching me stroke my hard dick for her. She’d want to touch it for herself.

“Fuck, Natalie. You are so fucking innocent. I’m going to love to corrupt you,” I moan out, fully involved in my fantasy.

She’d come to me then. Begging me to take her. The same moans from this morning filling my ears as I sank to my knees, having to have another taste of her sweet essence. Fuck, I’d want to live there if she’d let me.

She wouldn’t let me though. She’d be so desperate for my dick that she’d be climbing me, trying to impale herself on it. I wouldn’t torture her for too long.

I never could. Not my girl. I have this desire to give her everything she could ever need or want. To take care of her so good that she’d never dream of wanting to leave me.

Stroking faster, I imagine the way I’d lay her out on my bed. I’d have her spread wide for me. Then I’d hold myself over her, sliding in slow and steady. Watching my dick disappear into her would be the greatest gift. The only greater gift being her love.

“Fuck,” I hiss as the thought of her loving me makes me twitch in my hand.

I’m going to fucking blow and soon.

The thought of having her is almost too much for me to handle. I should have fucked her this morning. Maybe this wouldn’t be so intense.

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