by Jade Kuzma
The anticipation made my mouth water to the point that I couldn’t hold back. I moaned with a mouthful of his cock. His hard length throbbed against my tongue as it disappeared inside of me. His tip hit my shaft and I opened wide to make sure not to gag.
Pleasing the president of the Black Reapers was a job that only I could do. I took pride in it. Listening to Declan’s satisfied groans spurred me to work even harder because I knew I was doing exactly what he wanted.
I bobbed my head up and down. Spit dripped out of my mouth and covered every inch of his thick shaft. I sucked and swallowed the precum that leaked out of him. The sound of my gagging grew louder as he filled my throat.
“Just like that… Just like that, babe…”
He reached a hand down and ran it through my hair. He pushed me down on his cock, making me choke on it. My eyes started to water but I gagged and took it.
He released me just when I was on the verge of passing out. A deep gasp filled my lungs. I didn’t need more than a second to go back down on him.
I reached my hands up and massaged his stomach as I sucked him off. His hard abs contracted in rhythm with his throbbing cock in my mouth.
I started sucking even harder. My head moved up and down even faster. His hips started to move up to meet me. My lips pressed to his smooth hilt and I choked down on him even more. He held me down before again releasing me to let me catch my breath.
I sat up straight and stared at him. Spit dripping down my chin. Eyes watering. I could barely make out the ruggedly handsome man laying before me.
The president of the Black Reapers. The man I was in love with. My husband. Declan. He was all of those things and more. Right now, he was the man I wanted, the man I needed.
“I want you,” I sighed.
I straddled him and lowered myself down on him.
“I want you inside of me,” I said as I guided his cock toward my entrance.
“I want you.”
“Fuck me. I’m yours… I’ll always be yours—Ahh!”
I cried out when he suddenly shoved his cock up and into me. I lowered myself down and got comfortable. A giggle escaped my lips from how good it felt.
Declan was so long and so thick. He throbbed against my walls and made my whole body vibrate. It was like I’d been plugged into a socket and the electricity was tingling on my skin. Fire burned in my veins. The pleasure in my stomach twisted it into knots. The butterflies fluttering inside of me felt like they were tickling my insides.
I pressed down my hands on his muscled chest. My nails dug into the ink on his chest as I proceeded to ride him.
Declan and I had more sex than anybody could count. His appetite was insatiable. On the bar. In the backroom. In his office. On the tables. There wasn’t a single spot in the clubhouse that he hadn’t fucked me. It never mattered where he did it. He always knew just how to get me where I really wanted it.
He grabbed my waist and started thrusting up into me. Our bodies collided. He slammed himself into me. I groaned from the pleasure. The sound of our fucking echoed off the walls to the point that I couldn’t hear anything else.
“Oh… God…”
I moaned helplessly from how good he gave it to me. My throat grew hoarse. My body dripped with sweat. Hair flying in every direction and breasts bouncing up and down. I imagined how ridiculous I looked but I didn’t care. It just felt too fucking good.
That wasn’t enough for him though.
Declan suddenly sat up and cradled his arms around the small of my back. I reached up and rested my hands on his shoulders. We quickly found our rhythm as we slammed our bodies against each other. His cock disappeared into me completely with every thrust. And with every thrust, I felt myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Oh, fuck… I love you… Only you…”
“I know just how you like it.”
“Yeah, you do… You know just how to fuck me…”
“Yeah…”
I could barely keep my eyes open but I had to. I needed to look at him. I needed to see him when we both fell over the edge that he was fucking me toward.
“Come… Come inside of me… I want your cum inside of me…”
“You want my cum, babe?”
“Y-yes, I stuttered… Please…”
Declan was the only man who could make me beg. I didn’t care how pathetic I sounded. I was a slave to the climax I was so desperate for. I started riding him even harder, trying so fucking hard to get to it.
My nails dug into the skin on the back of his neck. My teeth gritted. My eyes narrowed. My muscles tightened up.
“Oh, fuck… Babe, I’m gonna come… Come inside of me…”
“I’m gonna come… Come with me…”
“I’m coming… I’m… Ahh!”
I couldn’t finish.
All of my senses made me black out for just a split-second before my orgasm slammed into me. The feeling twisted my stomach until finally exploding in a warm pleasure that pulsed through my core.
I held on tight to him as I enjoyed it. My body vibrated violently in every direction. Wonderful trembles shook me to my core. My toes curled. My back arched up so that he could get even deeper into me. The entire time, I kept my eyes open so that I could see the pleasure on his face.
He gritted his teeth the same as me as he came. He held my waist so tight that I thought he would break me. His hard muscles spasmed. His cock throbbed against my insides. Thick streams of his cum filled me up to the point that I knew I couldn’t hold all of it.
We came together for as long as we could. I held on tight to him, not wanting the feeling to subside. My body eventually collapsed onto him.
Declan held me in his embrace as I slowly started to recover.
Lungs burning. Throat hoarse. Muscles aching. Vision blurry. My senses had been consumed by my orgasm. Feeling Declan’s hard body and inhaling his masculine scent brought me back to the wonderful reality that I was experiencing.
He laid down on the bed and I rested on top of him. We both regained our strength, resting peacefully by ourselves without a care in the world.
“This is what I want,” I said. “Just to be with you.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it that way.”
“I know you will. I… I don’t think about anything anymore. Just you.”
I turned my head up and looked at him. He stared at me. His eyes were as intense as they always were. A man as hardened as he was would’ve frightened others but for me, he provided the safety and security any woman would have wanted.
I leaned forward and kissed him softly before resting my head on the pillow next to him.
My mind was clear. There were no more doubts in my thoughts.
Reaper: Chapter 22
DECLAN
Tonight was busier than usual in The Grindhouse. The motherfuckers drinking were partying harder even though there was nothing in particular to celebrate. The sluts who hung around the club members looked more desperate than usual. The waitresses and bartenders were busy making and serving drinks. I never expected it but it was nice when business boomed more than usual.
I sat at the side of the bar by myself. A cold beer in front of me was all I needed to keep me satisfied. I took a big gulp and let out a sigh.
“Garnet.”
I turned my head and saw Nate standing next to me.
“Nate. What’s going on, big man?”
“You mind if I hang out for a bit?”
“Take a seat, prospect.”
Nate still looked as young as ever. When the bartender served him a beer, he did a double-take even though he knew the motherfucker was old enough. Seeing someone like Nate enjoying himself in the clubhouse was something that made me feel human.
“What’s up?” I said. “Not playing poker with the boys?”
“Needle’s kinda pissed at me. I won a few hands and he told me to go away. Said my luck is too high right now.”
I chuckled and shook my head.<
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“Not that I blame him,” I said. “There’s nothing you can do when someone gets lucky. Then again, Needle was never the best at poker. Don’t let him fool you. He talks big talk for a reason.”
“Why’s that?”
“You have to be confident if you’re gonna make it as a Reaper.”
“Right…”
Talking to Nate, I always felt like I was getting through to him. He was young but he always stopped to consider whatever I said. Right now wasn’t an exception. He was deep in thought even though the clubhouse was noisy as shit at the moment.
“Hey, Garnet.”
I took another gulp of beer while he asked me another question.
“Did you talk to the other members? Did it come up in the meeting about patching me in?”
“It came up.”
“And?”
I laughed at him. He was innocent enough to think that I had the answer he was looking for.
“Give it time,” I said. “We don’t just let anybody in. We have to make sure you’re the right kind of man. You’re on the right path though. You keep this up and I’m sure the boys will vote you in no problem.”
“Right,” he said, disappointment in his voice.
“There’s no shame in being a prospect. You should be proud that you at least made it this far.”
“Sure. I’ll get there one day.”
“Stay up, kid. You will.”
I gulped the rest of my beer and stared across the bar. I looked at the entrance just as the front door opened. I blinked my eyes in disbelief when I saw who walked in.
“What the fuck…”
“What’s wrong?” Nate asked.
Something was wrong even though I wouldn’t have admitted it. That’s the only reason someone like Agent Lieberman would bother showing up at a time like this.
“Gimme a second,” I said.
I got up from my seat and marched across the bar. Before Lieberman could take another step, I stopped her from moving any farther. She looked around the bar, pretending she didn’t notice me standing in front of her before looking at me with a smirk.
“Mr. Cunningham. It’s good to see you—”
“What do you want?”
“I just stopped by to say hello. I wanted to apologize to your wife—”
“She’s not here. She’s out with friends right now.”
“Friends… She has a lot of friends in Ivory, doesn’t she?”
“She’s a good woman. People like her. I suppose you wouldn’t know what that shit’s like though, would you?”
That smirk hadn’t left her face.
“No, I wouldn’t,” she said. “I’m too focused on my job and getting my work done.”
“Getting your work done… You and your task force have been in Ivory for more than a year now. It doesn’t seem like you’ve been doing much.”
“It’s hard work, doing what I do. A lot of obstacles. A lot of barriers. A lot of assholes trying to stop me from giving this town the justice it deserves.”
“There are enough good people in Ivory to make sure that justice is always served. You came a long way to a small town for no reason.”
“No,” she said shaking her head. “I have my reasons. I haven’t experienced any of that Ivory hospitality that I’ve heard about but my reasons are enough to keep me around.”
She kept scanning the bar like she was looking for something. There was nothing for her to find though, so I just let her stand there and draw more attention to herself.
“Is there something I can help you with?” I asked. “You want a drink?”
“A drink. That sounds good right about now. Are you offering?”
“Sure. Ivory hospitality.”
I walked toward the spot at the bar I was sitting at with Nate right next to me. The young prospect looked at Lieberman like he wasn’t sure what to think of her. She looked back at him with an eyebrow raised.
“Looks like the Reapers are patching in the young ones these days,” she said.
“Nate’s young but he’s a good man. Only the town’s finest wear the patch.”
“Right.”
Lieberman kept looking him up and down. Nate just stood there, waiting for me to tell him what to do.
“Why don’t you join the boys?” I said to him. “Needle’s probably cooled off by now.”
“Right,” Nate said.
He grabbed his beer and disappeared into the backroom where they were playing poker. Lieberman leaned up against the bar next to me. She grabbed her mug of beer and sipped on it while she examined her surroundings again.
“This is the life, isn’t it?” she said. “Drinking a cold one, relaxing without a care in the world, just enjoying the moment.”
“That’s the only way to live.”
“Is that how you live, Cunningham? You live in the moment?”
“If you’re not living in the moment, you’re not living. What exactly are you doing, Lieberman?”
“I have my reasons.”
“You came all the way to Ivory. Must be some good reasons.”
I knew what she was trying to do. There was no point in hiding it. The time for playing games was over.
“How are your friends?” she asked.
“They’re doing just fine. You can go into the back and talk to them for yourself. Maybe they’ll let you play a few hands.”
“I’m not talking about your club. I’m talking about your other friends.”
She locked her eyes on me. There was no smirk on her lips. There was no subtle, narrowed gaze. There were no gritted teeth. There was no expression at all.
“My other friends are just fine,” I said. “I’m friends with everybody in Ivory, except for maybe the Cobras.”
“And outside of Ivory, too.”
She wasn’t getting anything out of me. She was just trying to intimidate me. A warning shot before she tried firing again. Lieberman might have been a fed but nothing she’d done so far would break me.
The bar was loud and crowded but she still leaned in and whispered like she didn’t want anybody else to hear.
“I’ll give you one last chance. Get out of the way. Get out of the way and you won’t get caught in the crossfire.”
He chuckled softly at her.
“I’ve been shot at all my life. If I lived my life being afraid, it wouldn’t be much of a life.”
“Living in the moment as always.”
“You got that right.”
“There are some other people that lived in the moment. The Spades. The Corps. Holmes. Cross and the Vultures. What do they all have in common?”
She sarcastically tapped her chin like she was thinking.
“Oh, that’s right,” she said as she leaned back. “All of them had beef with the Black Reapers. And now all of them seem to have disappeared.”
“That’s what happens when you live in the moment.”
I gave her a satisfied grin and gulped the rest of my beer. She wasn’t in the mood to smile back at me though.
“You don’t want to play this game with me, Cunningham.”
I didn’t respond to her. She knew there was nothing else she had to say. She’d made her point.
“I have to go now,” she said.
“You haven’t finished your beer.”
“Perhaps another time.”
I escorted her toward the exit. Just before she left, she slowly turned around and looked around the clubhouse. I put my hands in my pockets and watched her as she continued to examine her surroundings.
There was a strange look in her eyes. I didn’t know what it was. But the rest of her face was emotionless like I’d seen before.
When she finally left, it was like the bar somehow got even louder than it already was.
“What was that all about?”
I turned and saw my VP standing right next to me.
“Nate told me that Lieberman was here,” Ghost said.
“She was just stopping by for a dri
nk.”
“…She knows.”
“Of course she does. If she’s worth her salt, she’s known since the beginning. You worried?”
Ghost chuckled and shook his head.
“We’ve been through a lot together. Too much. What’s one federal agent to the only club in Ivory that matters?”
“Not a damn thing.”
“Come on. Let’s go have a beer. I need a break from watching Needle whine about Nate beating him again.”
“That kid’s something special.”
Ghost and I headed to the bar to get ourselves a drink.
The night was in full-swing. Life in Ivory couldn’t be better.
Reaper: Epilogue
MICHELLE
One month later…
“What’s up?”
Declan looked across the table at me, his eyebrows raised in curiosity.
“Nothing’s up.”
“We’ve been over this. You don’t usually wanna go out for dinner. It’s not your birthday. It’s not our anniversary. Was there something I missed?”
“Maybe I just wanted to go out with my husband and have dinner with him,” I sighed. “Did you think that was a possibility?”
“That’s a possibility. But I’m thinking…”
“You’re thinking…?”
“I’m thinking and I still can’t think of a reason you’d wanna go out for dinner.”
His laugh had never been so annoying. I rolled my eyes at him and sank into my seat. I took a sip of water then looked around the restaurant to avoid his paranoia of our peaceful night out.
“There is something though,” I said.
“Of course. I’ve known you for a long time, Michelle. You think I can’t figure this shit out?”
“Save it.”
“All right,” he said with a laugh. “What is it?”
“I just… I wanted to celebrate how nice it is.”
“How nice it is?”
“After what happened a month ago… It’s hard to believe things have gone back to normal.”
“Yeah,” he sighed. “I guess that is nice. Drama in Ivory can’t be avoided but when it’s not there, it’s a good feeling.”