This simple command sends me to a place I don’t want to leave. It’s nirvana. Heaven. It’s the bike ride, times a million. I never want it to stop.
Reaper’s eyes are intense and wide. There’s a force behind them I haven’t yet seen. A wild that’s no longer being held back. I know he wants to take control and I want to let him.
I lift off his lap and stand, my thighs still shaking from the pleasure.
“You sure you’re ready, little cat? I’m gonna go hard.”
My pussy pulsates at the thought of him fucking me like an animal.
He grips the back of my neck and kisses his way down my shoulder, scraping his teeth on the way back up. “Climb down on all fours for me.”
I swallow hard and do as he’s asked, lowering into the tall grass with my pussy dripping wet. Normally, I’d be nervous as hell to crawl around down here in the dark, but with Reaper, everything else disappears, and all that’s left is the two of us.
His giant frame kneels behind me, and his arm wraps around my torso, pulling me back as he sinks into my pussy. He kisses the back of my neck and thrusts in deep.
“You going to come again for me?” His dick feels different in this position. Deeper somehow. He’s hitting a spot I didn’t know was there, and it’s incredible.
“I do,” I pant. “I can come again.”
He thrusts into me over and over again, growling out with each hard slap. He ties his fist into my hair and pulls as he moves.
A light from upstairs flickers on.
I ignore it, shutting my eyes as my tits brush against the tall grass.
“Fucking hell,” Reaper moans. “Your father’s coming.”
I hear the shotgun in the air, and I wonder for a second if we’ve somehow tripped the security cameras.
Oh God, did he see this?
He’s still five hundred feet away.
“Don’t stop. Please. I need your come.”
Reaper thumps harder and faster. “Little cat, tell me I own you.”
“I’m yours. Take me!”
The gun sounds again, but Reaper keeps thrusting, until all of the sudden, he bursts, growling out into the night as though nothing else matters.
It doesn’t.
Nothing else matters, because with Reaper, everything is right. The way he feels, the way he protects me, the way he advocates for my happiness.
He pulls out of me slowly, and already I feel the emptiness he’s left behind.
“Lick me off, little cat. Clean me up.”
The gun goes off again. My father is walking toward us, but he’s still too far away to see anything.
This is so fucked up. So wrong. In fact, I think insanity might be what’s happening right now. I’ve never felt this high in my life.
I lean into his frame and lick our come from his cock, sucking the tip hard to drag out any pleasure that’s still inside.
He jumps back as though he’s sensitive. “Okay… alright, little cat. Good girl.”
I like seeing him like this, even if my father is about to ruin it all.