Lunchtime Chronicles: Carolina Reaper

by Keta Kendric

  It landed on her head and right shoulder, making her smile, but she tilted to the side and let it fall beside her. Her tongue slid hungrily across her lips, leaving them wet at the sight of me about to shove my pants down.

  I wasted little time, gripping the waistband of my sweats and stripping them down my legs. My dick was so hard and heavy, it popped out and slapped against my stomach before returning to a standing position.

  “Shit,” she mouthed silently, her eyes glued to my stiff dick like she’d never seen one before. I kicked the pants off my feet before strolling up to her with my dick pointed right at her mouth. I didn’t have to say shit, as she let her lips fall apart and opened her mouth wide.

  The leaking tip kissed her top lip before I pushed it inside her mouth and felt her hot tongue massaging the underside of my shaft. “Look up, baby,” I requested, wanting to see those big and pretty brown eyes while I fucked her mouth. She did, and I didn’t have to give her any more instructions as she worked, slipping a hand over my shaft and working my fucking balls like they were clay in her hands.

  She slid me in and out of her mouth, slowly at first, but picking up the pace and tightening the sucking action that had me losing my fucking mind. The harder she sucked, the deeper she took me until I was knocking at the back of her throat that responded by caressing the head. The glorious pressure of the tight squeeze had me fighting the delicious ache that was traveling up my dick and pulsing through me like high wattage electricity.

  “That’s it, baby. Take me deeper. Suck…that…dick.” I choked out each word, fighting to keep my eyes from rolling in my head. I needed to see the stunning sight of her sucking me off and glancing up with all that lust in her eyes.

  “Fuck!” The view made the pleasure flare. She had my glutes clenched, my thigh muscles pumping, and my abs pulled tight enough to snap. I was sure my curled toes had scratched a big-ass hole in the hardwood floor.

  “Aww fuck!” I yelled out when the tip dipped down her throat. My damn head and neck veins were straining as tightly as my muscles, and my skin was burning so hot that I knew it was sunset red.

  No longer able to control my actions, I gripped the back of her head and thrust in and dragged out, fucking her mouth to get back to sliding down her throat with each stroke. She was right there with me, gagging, sucking, and moaning all at the same time. The warm wetness of her mouth coated my dick. The sensation of the suction, mixed with the depth of her throat action, sparked a powerful tingle that reached my toes.

  One final push and lightning strikes hit me and crackled down my back with such force that I lifted on the balls of my feet. I erupted down her throat, the tight space spasming around my jerking dick as she managed to move her mouth around the shaft.

  “Fuck, Z. Fuuuuuk!” I roared at the top of my lungs as my grip on her hair tightened — most of the soft strands I’d worked loose from the ponytail. Her mouth and slick, waving tongue extended my orgasm, and the flow of cum shot out again, and again and a fucking ‘gain.

  I gripped the back of the couch so hard with my free hand that I ripped a hole in the soft leather. Her light sucks were making me shudder with each pull. I found the strength to pull out of her mouth, but she had me so turned on, I remained hard and hungry for that good-tasting pussy of hers.

  The way Zyana had mouth-fucked me had been better than any of the community pussy I’d had, so I couldn’t imagine the magic she held between her sexy legs.

  Chapter Nine

  Zyana

  The name ‘Snake Eyes’ was starting to make sense. There was a fucking wild animal in Israel’s pants, and if you stared directly in those intensely predatory eyes of his, you were going to become his victim.

  He’d shot cum down my throat so hard, and for so long, I wasn’t going to need to eat meat for a week. And dammit if it wasn’t sweet like he’d eaten a perfectly-balanced fruit diet. I was still licking the inside of my mouth for the remnants of his taste when he sat those mesmerizing eyes on mine.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered as he walked around the couch, his eyes stalking me, and mine aimed at his stiff, bobbing dick. With that thing, he was about to fuck some shit up, and I was about to let him.

  He was behind me now, so quiet that it kicked up the tension in my body, and all I could do was dig my fingers deeper into the top of the couch to ready myself.

  “Bend over, and lift that beautiful ass up high. We are going to get this pussy good and open so I can see my dick wreaking havoc on those pretty pink walls.”

  I did as I was told, although my heart danced in my chest, racing with a mixture of biting fear and intense excitement. Him ripping a condom open sounded and reminded me that I was so far gone that I hadn’t even asked about protection. He didn’t waste any time getting at me. The first hot contact made me jump.

  “Relax. It’s my fingers,” he informed. “If it was my dick, trust me, you’d know it.” He continued rubbing my pussy, dipping his fingers in and out until I was meowing like a kitten and wet enough to wash a load of clothes.

  He placed his hands around my waist and yanked me back before sending a solid slap against my ass cheek, making it bounce. The spike of pain was a sweet one that had me licking my lips as my pussy pulsed and clenched. Another hard smack landed against the other cheek, the sting staying where it had landed before it dissolved over my flesh and sent a lusty hunger racing through me.

  I was getting wetter from his delicious smacks, feeling my juices trickle down my inner thighs. What the hell? I’d been slapped on the ass before but had never reacted like this. He gave me two more smacks that sounded off, the fleshy licks adding to the mix of the sexual chemistry threatening to blow the roof off the cabin.

  This time, when his hard heat touched me, I didn’t jump because I was soaked and ready. The head licked at my lips, hungry, hot, and hard as steel. When he gave a push, splitting my pussy lips, I tightened my grip on the couch back. Eager to know how deep he would go and how it would feel to be opened by him, I deepened the arch in my back.

  Another shove and he didn’t stop as the thick length stretched my walls, spreading me wide open. The thrust went on for a lifetime and felt good enough to make me gasp with deep breaths of pleasure. A spark of pain was sprinkled in with the pressing desire, but the fulfilling tingles made my whole body quake with lust. I had no idea if he was all the way in, but he stopped and allowed me to adjust and didn’t move again until I stopped shaking.

  He eased back and shoved in farther this time, causing the hard, pressing heat to reach in so deeply, that I knew he hadn’t had it all inside me that first time. He kept thrusting, going deeper each time and pumping harder until he filled me up to the point where I was sure I would spontaneously combust. I don’t know what the hell his dick was telling my pussy, but with each stroke, the pleasure licked away the aches of my deepest desires.

  “Oh shit! Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” I yelled, loving the way he gripped my hips and waist and worked me up and down his dick, and up and back down to the point where he was the one controlling my breathing.

  A glance back showed him arching into me with each rhythmic downstroke, every muscle tensed, teeth buried in this bottom lip. His heavy gaze met mine on a vicious downward movement and caused more lust to bloom in my core for him. Each long stroke would reach in and lick the back of my tunnel before punching at it and sparking a sensation that sent shockwaves up and down my straining walls and sensitive nerve endings.

  “Oh shit! The dick. Fuck, you’re fucking me right!” I was saying a mix of all kinds of crazy. Moaning, cursing, and yelling out to express my satisfaction. The impacting thrust had the couch moving as it grunted with each powerful stroke like it was a part of our episode.

  Without interrupting his rhythm, he sent a loud smack across my ass that made my pussy clamp down on him. I wanted to look back and see his face, but I was under his full control, and if I didn’t hold on, I may have ended up being fucked through the couch bac
k.

  His commanding thrusts had my chest slamming into the back of the sofa while I fought to keep a hold of it. The loud smacking sound of his dick and my pussy connecting was in tune with my screams. Pussy pulsing and dick slamming into the hilt, we were churning out the best fucking I had experienced in my life.

  “Oh. Oh, Lord! I’m about to come!” I yelled, spitting words out like a robot, so loud I was sure the sound waves had busted the front door clean off the hinges. My body was ripped apart, my molecules sent in a hundred different directions, all of them infused with a powerful pleasure that wrecked me down to my curled toes.

  His loud roar sounded, the vibrations from his thundering voice were like feather strokes to my quivering body. I was a fucking mess, shaking and twitching from the aftermath and somehow still finding a way to get off on him getting off, as the jerking of his dick and the hot flow of his cum into the condom had me moaning and continuing to pulse around him.

  We froze where we were, my face on the top of the couch back, my fingers dug deep into the leather, and him gripping my hips as his hardness continued to jump inside me. We didn’t move again until our souls returned because I was sure we had scared them away from our bodies.

  Israel eased his length out of me and fell into a sitting position on the couch. I couldn’t move, so I stayed in position with my wet ass and pussy jacked up in the air. He was forced to grasp my waist and drag me into his lap to reanimate my body movements.

  Sitting across his lap, he tucked me into his chest so that I was able to place my arms around his neck. “That was amazing,” I whispered into his ear, my breaths still in a rush to get in and out of me. His smile lifted against my cheek before he eased back to stare in my face.

  “You are amazing.” He grinned. “You have the best pussy I’ve ever had,” he added without hesitation. His compliment sent me back to the cloud he’d just had me floating on. I eased my heavy head into the nook of his neck, relaxing against him and allowing my breathing to return to a normal pace.

  “Zyana, I have to admit, I thought you would be all good-girl, shy and meek, but you are hotter than a motherfucker. Sexy as sin. You may not be a Reaper in the same way that I am, but you are definitely a Carolina Reaper.”

  Is that another compliment?” I asked him.

  “Fuck, yes. Do you know what a Carolina Reaper is?”

  I shook my head.

  “It’s one of the hottest peppers on the planet.”

  My brows lifted. Did he truly believe I was hot on that kind of level? Like he’d heard the question on my mind, he nodded.

  “You get into me like pepper, and the searing heat seems to energize me. The fiery passion you give off when I’m fucking you — I’ve never experienced anything like that before. You’re like a blazing spice, an all-consuming flame. The kind of fire I want to get burned by,” he said, grinning.

  “I could say the same about you,” I stated, his compliment making my cheeks burn as I grinned from ear to ear. I lowered my voice to a whisper. “I can still feel your dick scraping against the walls of my pussy and stretching me open. I still taste your sweet cum in my mouth. I still feel the head licking my back wall.”

  His tongue slipped over his sexy lips before he glanced down at my pussy, my words seeming to reignite his fire. His smile couldn’t get any wider after those statements. Instead of causing more damage to my beat-up pussy, we sat there just breathing while my mind drifted in the aftermath of the best sex of my life.

  A thought flared to life in my mind. “So, you named your MC after a pepper?”

  He shook his head. “No. Our father started this club, and the official name is Hell Reapers. However, we’re locally known as the Carolina Reapers for him and my mother, who was every bit an outlaw as him. Her first name was Carolina, and his road name was Reaper. He was the original Reaper, one of the best in the business with over two-hundred souls claimed.”

  Although shocked by what he was telling me, it also pleased me that he was so open and willing to share his history and personal life. All of a sudden, the need to kiss him rose in me like a storm, despite all the dick and pussy action we’d just had. My lips pressed delicately against his, tasting him slowly before pressing harder. We kept that tender vibe like we were exploring the other side of the spicy heat between us.

  When I eased back and glanced up at him, the tight pull of the connection I believed had always been between us tugged on my mental focus, and my body followed. My thoughts sparked with an electric charge that had my gaze glued to his. My highjacked mind was useless at beating back the pulsing energy transferred between us that made me shiver and him shake.

  The flash of knowing in his gaze added to the connection already radiating through me and landed on my damn pounding heart. Lord, talk some sense into me right now because as sure as my heart was picking up speed, I saw in him a reflection of what was coursing through me. Care and concern, and dammit, there was that other thing that I sure as fuck wasn’t saying. I didn’t even want to think it.

  He and I leaned in for another kiss, not ready to even touch the other side of lust. The kiss deepened, and when tongue got involved, the heat rode the wave straight down to my throbbing clit before a hard stirring from him nudged my hip.

  “Hope you’re ready for round two,” he stated. “I’m about to give that pussy a real workout, not some half-assed fuck. Pussy that good deserves better than the weak as shit you’ve been getting.” His assessment was spot on, but how could he possibly know that I’d never been fucked right?

  When he turned me so that I was straddling his strong thighs, I was flowing before the tip even licked at my wet lips. This time, when he slipped on a condom and pushed into me, I assumed I’d be more prepared, but found that at this angle, I had to adjust to his size, the same as when he’d had my ass in the air. But dear Lord in heaven, once I was fully seated on him, and he began moving along with my dancing hips, the sparks caught, and I let the fire burn me down to my rattling bones. He started snatching my ass down so hard on his dick, I lost my breath, not caring that I was damn-near suffocating.

  Hell, no, we weren’t done. He got me again on the floor and buried himself so far up my pussy, it left the sweet aftertaste of our sex on my tongue, causing me to lose my damn mind in the process.

  I’d heard the saying about a man marking what was his, and damn if Israel wasn’t marking my ass so good, that I was biting into his neck as my naked ass squeaked against the hardwood floor.

  The solid pressure of the wood under me made each of his thrusts punch hard and deep. So damn deep that I feared he’d drill me through the floor. One leg was over a muscled shoulder, and with each powerful thrust, it sent my foot hitting the seat of the couch cushion. The other leg was just flapping in the wind as I’d lost muscle control and had no choice but to take the brutal pounding he delivered.

  I needed to let him know that my neck was wedged against the bottom of the couch, but he hit a spot that hurt so damn good, I had a full body spasm. “Fuck. Yes,” I managed to squeeze out. Who the hell cared about a broken neck? The man was fucking me like he could heal all wounds. However, when the orgasm he gifted me powered through me like an enchantingly violent storm, I was afraid for my life.

  Chapter Ten

  Zyana

  Five days and a lot of fucking the shit out of each other later, and I was sure that my ass had landed in a hotbed of trouble with Israel ‘Snake Eyes’ Sylas.

  One, I was hooked on the dick. The man didn’t have generic dick. His was a name brand. He had the dick of all dicks. The king of the dick jungle. King Ding-a-ling. Two, I cared about him now and stressed about him going out there to danger like I worried about my brother.

  Did I mention he had put me under dick-nosis? He was the first Caucasian man I’d been with, and he’d gone and gotten me addicted to his dick. Was I weak? Was I getting over the sexual poverty I had been suffering before meeting him? Mental overload wasn’t off the ta
ble either. Maybe he was the anchor in the shit storm that had spilled all over my life.

  Now, I was sitting here, with my fucking leg about to shake clean off the bone because my nerves were stirred up so badly. Israel had informed me that they were close to catching the one who had blown my brother’s cover and given me up to the bad guys. Being so close to catching their man meant they were exposed to more danger.

  Israel had come home the last three days covered in bruises and cuts. I was no medical expert, but I believed the purple and black bruises on his back were what happened after you were shot with a bulletproof vest on. He pretended like it was nothing so I wouldn’t worry, but his nonchalance about the danger poured fuel on my blazing nerves.

  The call I’d received from my brother no less than twenty minutes ago had me pacing a hole in the hardwood floor. There had been shouting in the background on the other end of the line and what had sounded like muffled gunfire. When Major had yelled, “Let me call you back!” before the line went dead, my damn heart was up and running.

  My ragged nerves had me sitting, standing, and spinning in circles before I sat and restarted the process. The phone pinged in my hand, and I didn’t even give it a chance to complete the ring before I clicked it on.

  “Hello! Major. Israel!” I yelled into the phone. “It’s me,” Major answered. The sound of his voice eased a little of my tension. “Are you okay? Is Israel all right?” I asked before he could get a word out.

  “Why are you worried about that fool?” he asked. I believe he was going for playful, to ease the shaking tension in my tone, but it didn’t work. “Is he all right, Major?” I yelled, my irritation had chewed through my last shred of patience.

  “We’re on our way there. He was shot and wouldn’t let us take him to the hospital. The medical team they have on the compound should be at his house in a few minutes. Let them in so that they can be ready when we arrive.”