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“Yes," I hiss, grinding down against his mouth. God, I can feel my pleasure rising.
"Nothin' tastes better than you,” he growls, his tongue sweeping against my folds over and over again.
My movements are frantic. I'm close to the edge. I can feel my orgasm starting to rise.
He pulls back as my orgasm rushes to the surface. I glare at him, breathing hard. His grin tells me that he knows exactly what the hell he is doing.
Over and over again, he brings me to the edge, and when I feel as though I'm about to release, he pulls back, denying me an orgasm. I could scream at him right now.
"Please," I plead with him.
"What do you want, Es?"
“I want to come, please,” I plead with him, dying for release. I'm so sexually frustrated right now, I feel as though I could cry. I've never felt this way before. Then again, Harry was always into instant gratification. He barely paid attention to me. I can count on one finger the number of times he went down on me. He hated it. But Reaper, he loves it. I feel as though he gets off on it. Not only does he like going down on me, but I love going down on him.
“I can feel how close you are.” He pushes a finger deep inside of me. He's not going to stop. He's going to make me a crying mess before he finishes.
“You’re torturing me,” I cry as he fingerfucks me. He has no idea just how close I am. There's no way I'll be able to hold on any longer.
He withdraws his finger and I whimper. Not again. God, I’m a mess. I’m panting, my body is burning with desire, and he won’t give me the relief that I seek. I feel like anything could set my orgasm off right now. A single touch could trigger it. I need relief. I need him to let me come.
The cheeky grin on his face does nothing to quell my frustration. But when he towers over me, lining his thick cock up against my entrance, I know that he's going to finally let me come.
"You want to come, honey? Then fucking come," he snarls as he slams into me.
I cry out as my orgasm shatters through me. My entire body shakes with the force of it. It takes my breath away, pulling the oxygen from my lungs, washing over me like a damn tsunami. I've never had such an all-consuming orgasm.
“Fuck,” he grunts as he pulls out before slamming back inside. Over and over again he continues to fuck me until I'm clawing at his back, groaning with every thrust.
"Never felt anythin' as good as you," he snarls, punching his hips into me. I gasp at the sheer power behind his thrusts. He's like a wild animal rutting. I fucking love it. I wind my hands around his neck and fuck him back, grinding down on his cock with every move I make.
His lips slant against mine and I cling to him, loving the way his tongue slides into my mouth as he possesses me, not only my body, but my heart. I'm completely screwed when it comes to this man. This was supposed to be fun, but it's turning into a whole lot more. I don't think I'll ever be able to do just sex. Not with Reaper. The way he treats me is something special. I just pray that I'll be able to get out of whatever we have with my heart intact.
There’s nothing in this world that can get my toes curling like his kisses. The first time we kissed, it was as though I lost every train of thought. It was just him and me, and the world around us had stopped. Every kiss since then is just as amazing. But having him kiss me so passionately while he's fucking me... There’s nothing better. I get so lost in him, so caught up in just us, that I lose every semblance of what's going on around us.
I moan into his mouth as his cock drives into me. I love how he fucks me. It's beyond anything I could have ever dreamed of.
“Fuck," he snarls. "I'm goin' to come,” he growls, rotating his hips and pounding into me.
“Ugh,” I cry as he hammers into me over and over again. I can feel an orgasm rising once again. “Oh God, Reaper,” I gasp.
“Not God, honey. Now fuckin' come,” he grunts, his thrusts becoming unrelenting. My body tenses as pleasure rises through me. “Fuckin' come, honey. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
It's as though his words are magic, and he can pull my orgasm from me with just words. My back arches, and I claw at his neck as I come, every inch of my body trembling as my orgasm washes through me.
He grunts as my pussy spasms around his cock, and he plunges into me once more. I feel the warm liquid of his cum fill me. “Fuck, Es, I'll never get enough," he growls as he pushes his head into the crook of my neck.
My breathing is hard as we both lie here, trying to regain our breath. That was beyond anything we've done before, and I'll definitely be wanting to have another round. Just not today, or even tomorrow. My body is sore, and I need time to recover. Reaper is going to kill me if we have another night like we had last night. I don't think I would survive it.
He pulls out of me and lies on the bed beside me. "Are you working today?" he asks.
I nod. "Yep. Monday through Friday," I tell him. "What about you? Are you working in the shop?"
The Fury Vipers own a custom ride store, it's also a motor repair shop. From the little I do know, the men are amazing at what they do, and their custom rides are sought out throughout the country if not the world. I think that's amazing. I know the Vipers have a bad reputation among some people, but having known them for the past five years, and seeing how the men are, especially with women and children, I don't believe what the rumors say. They're not animals. They're men who work hard and party harder. There's nothing wrong with that.
"I've got a custom that needs finishin'. It's gonna take me a few days, but I'll be back once it's done," he tells me, his hand running through his short brown hair.
"That's okay. I'll be setting up the rest of the week's work this evening. I didn't get a chance to do it over the weekend." I feel a twinge of pain in my heart at the thought that this could be it. It sure sounds like a brush-off. I pull in a deep breath and smile at him. "I need a shower and to get ready. Do you want breakfast before you go?"
