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I clutched his big shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt. The emptiness inside me was painful. I needed him to fill me more than I needed my next breath.
I leaned back on my heels and tugged at his shirt, trying to rip it off him. My nails scraped his skin, leaving angry red lines, and when the shirt refused to tear, I let out a strangled scream. Chuckling, Reaper pulled his shirt off.
I didn’t have the patience to explore and touch the way I wanted to. My hands groped between us, undoing his belt. He was faster and had me on my back with my jeans discarded across the room before I could blink. I used all my limbs to pull his clothes the rest of the way off, then shoved at his shoulders, forcing him up. Reaper fisted his thick length and slowly tugged a few times. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the crown, making my mouth water.
I needed him in my mouth or there was a chance I would die. I kneeled between his legs, forcing them open. His hand kept his slow, torturous pace. I swirled my tongue around the tip, then followed his hand all the way down to the base until he hit the back of my throat. My hand went on top of his and we stroked his dick together as I bobbed my head up, sucking as I went.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you. You’re perfect. Fucking look at you.” His hand moved to the back of my head, pulling my hair and guiding me up and down. “I don’t know how I ever lived without you on your knees like this.” He pulled my hair out of my ponytail and wrapped it around his fist. “I want you to play with yourself, baby. Just your clit though.” I followed his orders, moaning as I swirled a finger on my clit.
“Yeah, that’s it. I want you to—” He hissed as I constricted my throat around him for several seconds, then worked him in and out of my mouth at a rapid pace.
I loved how undone he became. The way his body flexed as I pushed him closer to the edge.
Breathing heavy, he said, “Two fingers. Dip them inside.” I followed his instructions and my toes curled. Still, I needed more. My fingers were too short to hit the spot.
Reaper pushed to his feet, making me lean on my heels, and angled my head up by my hair. All I could do was hold his stare as he started fucking my mouth. His face was one of complete concentration, lips in a tight line, eyebrows furrowed. He moved faster, and I placed a hand on each of his legs to stay balanced. “You’re going to swallow everything I give you,” he growled. “Every fucking drop, Peyton.”
Warm cum filled my mouth, and I kept sucking and swallowing until he softened in my mouth, then I pulled back and kissed the head. Reaper stared down at me, a proprietary glint in his eyes, his chest heaving like he’d run a race.
Naked and on my knees, I licked my lips. He picked me up and threw me onto the couch. I’d never been so thankful for having a giant couch until Reaper rearranged my body. Head down, ass up, with him kneeling behind me.
He massaged the round globes of my ass cheeks and groaned. “Fuck, baby. I’ve been dreaming about this pussy for so damn long.” His warm breath dusted over my skin as he trailed kisses up my legs and settled at the apex of my thighs. With a hard jerk, he pulled me closer to his mouth. His tongue made short, soft flicks, like he wanted to take his time.
When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I gripped the couch cushion for dear life. My moans filled the air, my body strung tight with the need to come. I canted my hips back, pushing my pussy into his face, but his mouth disappeared and I whimpered.
He gripped my hair and yanked my head up. My eyes locked on our reflection in the window. Reaper leaned down behind me, slipping a finger into me. Our eyes met in the reflection; his beard dripped with my wetness. I could barely breathe as he slowly pushed his finger in and out while he licked his lips.
My body moved with his finger, seeking more of him. A second finger joined the first, and I moaned his name.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me. Give me everything you have.” He curled his fingers and sucked on my clit, and my orgasm pulsed through me. I never wanted it to end, never wanted Reaper to stop touching me.
His fingers kept pumping in and out, curving each time to hit that spot I could never reach without help. He sucked long and hard at my clit. My body hadn’t made it down from the first before I was spiraling again.
When I finally pried my eyes open, I looked into Reaper’s smug face reflected in the window. He slid a condom down over his length and rubbed himself up and down my slit. Unable to handle his teasing, I pushed back and took every inch of him inside me with one fluid motion. We froze there, his pelvis pressed against my ass, for a long moment.
“Fucking made for me.” Reaper pulled out and slammed back in. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.” He said something else, but I was so focused on the sensations consuming my body to make out the words. He angled my head, forcing me to watch our reflection.
With a feral groan, he moved faster. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room. A finger traced down my spine followed by a series of hot, wet kisses. He bent over, his body completely covering mine, and put his mouth against my ear. “So many dirty things I want to do to you.” He bit down on my earlobe, and my back arched as a harsh cry tore out of my throat. “Take all your anger out on me, baby. I can handle it. I’ll take everything you got.” His pace slowed as his finger stroked my clit, and I fluttered around him.
I needed more. Harder. Faster. So I took it, pushing myself back onto his length. He didn’t move, simply let me use him until he snapped. Yanking my head up by my hair, he forced my back to arch and met my pace stroke for stroke. All the rage and fear coursing through my veins, I let it go, took it out on him and took what I needed. And Reaper welcomed it.
The force of my orgasm made me collapse. Reaper continued to pound into me, his movements growing erratic until he went still. Everything went dark.
When my eyes refocused, I found myself lying on the soft rug next to the couch with Reaper thrusting into me from above. Completely losing himself in me. His lips were moving, and it sound like he was repeatedly chanting “Forever.”
A thumb circled my clit and my body tightened. His mouth went to my shoulder, biting down hard as he came, and the pain set me off once more.
Wrapping me in his arms, he held me tight while he caught his breath. I was safe, sated, and so completely blissed-out from orgasms. My body was floating on cloud twelve.
It took me a bit to realize I was floating, literally, because Reaper was carrying me bridal style through the house.
He set me on my feet and moved through my bathroom like he’d been here before, immediately going to the right cabinet for a washcloth. Once he was finished cleaning himself, he cleaned me with soft strokes.
I swallowed hard and dropped my head onto his shoulder, completely spent. He carried me to bed and climbed in beside me. I curled my body into his and fell asleep with his naked body warming mine.
At some point in the night, we reached for each other. He slid inside me, and our heavy breaths filled the room, our fingers laced together. I squeezed his hand as I came, a low groan came from him as he filled me and stayed there.
As fast as I woke up, I fell asleep. My body completely sated, with Reaper still planted deep inside me. But as I drifted off, I had one last thought—maybe tomorrow wouldn’t be so bad if he’d be there with me to weather the storm.
