Reaper's Promise: A Wild Reapers MC

by Kiki Leach

  "You wanna taste my cock again, babe?" he asked me, his voice still so deliciously dark and dangerous that had he been any other man but my own, I wouldn't have even known how the hell to answer him.

  Instead I said, "Yes," with my heart beating so hard and fast in my throat that I could feel each pound of it in the tips of my fingers.

  "What do you want more of, darlin'?" he asked, dropping forward and wrapping his hands around my wrists. He lifted them above my head and used his thighs and the weight of his body to shove my legs even further apart. I shifted to angle my sex in front of his cock again, to line my slit with the head of it. He snickered in realizing what I had done and why, then brushed the tip of his nose against mine. It felt so erotic despite being such a simple gesture. "You want me balls deep inside you? Or does your mouth wanna take another round of my cock?"

  "I want you balls deep inside me," I told him, the words tumbling out in a flurry of excitement. "It's all I've ever wanted from you. Aside from what else you've given to me already today."

  "What else did I give you today, babe?" he questioned, genuinely curious.

  I smiled up at him and said, "You gave me your heart, Roman. It's something I never thought I would ever get to see from you, let alone have and hold inside my hands. I might not remember the vows that I said to you last night, but I know that I meant them." He became pensive and locked his jaw. "You gave me a part of yourself that you had once vowed to never give to anyone else, and even more than this between us now, I'll treasure that part of you every day until my last dying breath."

  "Jesus Christ." His skin flushed and his brows furrowed. His nostrils flared and as he placed my wrists on top of each other, holding them down against the bed with just one hand, he brought his other hand down to my stomach and dragged his fingers back and forth across my skin. I wiggled against the bed in light protest as his touch only brought on more arousal for me with no real result. He smirked and laughed quietly to himself, showcasing those perfectly white teeth in the darkness, then moved his hand even lower and wrapped it around his shaft. He pumped himself a few times, allowing more pre-come to drip from the head, then he pushed it against my opening and dragged it up and down between my slit, making sure to stroke it against my clit. My wrists jerked inside his grip and I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, needing him inside me so badly that as I lifted my legs and locked them around his waist, I slightly arched my hips, hoping that he would take the hint. "You want me to fuck you raw, darlin'?" he said, his thick voice wet and heavy with such thirst for me. I nodded, feeling the same and he grinned. "In all my years of being with a woman, never once have I gone raw for one; not until now, 'til you."

  "I've never wanted anyone bare inside me before," I told him. "Only you, always you." A look of shock crossed his face mixed with complete infatuation. When he parted his lips, I had assumed that he was going to say something to me in response or even ask a question, but instead he lowered his mouth to my right breast and suckled the skin around my nipple. I moaned and pressed my mouth against the side of my arm to keep from screaming out too loudly and possibly bursting his eardrums. But when he heard the muffled sound, he reached up for my face and wrapped his hand around my jaw, then slowly turned my head to where I was facing the ceiling again. I exhaled.

  "I wanna hear you scream, Colette," he said, his warm breath hitting me hard as his mouth hovered over my nipple. "Even if that voice of yours shatters every piece of glass inside this goddamn house..." He stopped to circle his tongue around my nipple; it began to rise and harden and he gently wrapped his teeth around it to give me a light tug. "I wanna hear the sounds you make as I touch you, babe," he said, releasing me, "as I taste and make you come." Oh, my God. "You know I've waited for far too long to know just what you'll sound like when I finally slide deep inside you, babe. Inside that sweet, slick pussy and finally make you mine forever."

  "Yes, Roman," I breathed. My skin had become hotter than the fire pits of hell. "You're all I've ever wanted inside me; all I've ever needed. Just please... please make me yours forever," I told him. "Just own me, finally own me."

  "Goddamn, baby." He dropped his hand back down to his cock and stroked himself again. "I own this pussy. From now 'til forever, darlin', nobody else."

  "From now until forever, nobody but you ever again."

  As I rolled the tip of my tongue around my lips and sucked each one into my mouth, anxious but ready, he eased the head of his cock into my opening and said, "If you need me to go any slower, babe--"

  "No!" I snapped, fully content that he was moving at the perfect pace for the both of us. He smirked like the devil with an angel's face and gradually began pushing even further inside me, his enormously large dick stretching me wide open until he finally hit bottom and I felt his balls slapping against me with almost too much delight. "Oh my God."

  He stilled before slowly pumping in and out of me, his thick, long strokes taking me by surprise in ways that I didn't expect, but oh so heavily enjoyed. "You alright, darlin'?" he said, looking straight into my eyes for any signs of uncomfortableness. "You good?" Oh, I was good -- I was better than good, but I couldn't say any of that because I was also unable to form any decent words at the moment, let alone complete sentences to tell hm just how much I was feeling and why. So instead I just nodded at him and rolled my eyes up toward the ceiling, relishing in the fact that he was finally deep inside me just where he had always belonged. My muscles twitched and clinched around him, my thighs quaked at the form of his pleasure.

  "Oh my God, Roman, I need more." He started thrusting even harder but still moved oh so deliciously slow, then brought his hand up from my wrists and into my palm. I lowered my eyes back down to his face, which darkened as his jaw tightened. Sweat poured from his temples, brows and the tip of his nose and chin, and dripped to my skin. He leaned down to lick it from between my breasts, then dragged his tongue up the center of my throat and back into my mouth. As he brought his other hand up to mine and entwined our fingers, he gave me a long and deep kiss that was so terribly messy but still so insanely delicious at the same time, matching the pace of his strokes as he moved in and out of me.

  My body came alive then, as if that all too satisfying yet violent rainstorm I had yearned for since the beginning had finally washed over me in warm sheets of pleasure; this feeling that had built up between us was so unconventional and unassuming, but still managed to sweep me off my feet and up into its arms like a hurricane of madness.

  After finally releasing my mouth, I could tell that he needed to be closer. "Wrap your arms across my neck," he said. "And keep your legs tight around me." I gulped and quickly did as told, never expecting him to take it to a whole other level by slinking one of his arms around my waist and gently lifting me from the bed. A yelp escaped from between my lips, which was quickly stopped by the invasion of his tongue, then he brought himself up to his knees and began pumping into me at an angle that perfectly reached my G-spot and satisfied my clit. I loosened my arms from around his neck and wrapped my hands around his thickly muscled shoulders. His skin was so smooth and unusually soft in contrast to his rough fingers that it looked good enough to take a bite out of, so I did. He growled a little and started pumping even harder, stretching me with every inch of his cock while at the same time grinding against my clit.

  I wrapped one hand around his back to keep my balance while moving the other up into his hair. He lowered one of his hands down to my ass and squeezed me again, then as he wrapped my bottom lip between his teeth, brushed his index finger across my back entrance. My body popped like a pack of firecrackers at that very moment. I had never been touched there before during sex, not even close. It was like testing unchartered waters that I had never had any desire to sail before; but when he rubbed his finger back and forth against me, I suddenly felt at ease with it and needed more.

  "You okay?" he asked me, completely out of breath and covered in sweat; he was only mildly satisfied until he heard my answer.
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  "Yes," I finally said, grinding against him as is cock filled me with so much pleasure from the front while his fingers gradually tried opening me up from the back. "Oh God, Roman."

  He tried pushing one inside me, but my body seemed to resist his initial attempt. "Just relax," he told me. "I've got you, darlin', alright? You're all good."

  "Okay." I nodded at him and took a deep breath in, then exhaled. He rubbed me a few more times, preparing me, and I started to feel at ease. Then I swerved my hips a little to loosen my muscles and once I felt the foreign invader that was his finger finally moving into me from behind, I stiffened and clinched at both ends, rotating between one and the other with each thrust of his pelvis.

  I held onto him for dear life as if I had just taken a ride on the most dangerous rollercoaster to have ever been created by human hands. Roman chuckled and dipped his head down to my throat; he licked and bit my skin, then nibbled his way back up to my lips and overtook my mouth again. With every stroke and pump, I could feel myself edging closer just as much as I could feel it from him. I was like a dam on the verge of bursting between the cracks, and then right before I finally blew...

  "I'm coming, babe," he said. "Jesus Christ, I'm gonna come." He locked his arm around me until I could hardly breathe and started pumping even faster, harder, stronger and without any diligence whatsoever to my body or even to his anymore.

  But by now, I didn't care. I needed him to go faster, needed him to pump harder as my orgasm built to a new height of ecstasy that could barely be seen, let alone touched or even felt. As each stroke continued to stimulate my clit, the muscles in my body ached and quaked and squeezed around him, hard enough to hurt though it didn't. Within seconds of us exploding together in unison, a full-blown orgasm that overwhelmed every inch of my body from the edge of my hair straight down to the tips of my fingers and toes, I shuddered against him and saw flashes of red and white light. It was as if I was dying and coming right back to life all over again.

  "You okay?" he asked, brushing the hair from my face and back into my head. I was covered in sweat which made his palm wetter than it had already been on its own.

  "Yeah," I breathed, though in truth I wasn't all that sure if I was. My body felt good and relaxed, as if I were up high someplace and floating on a cloud; my mind felt at ease but my skin was still hot; my tongue felt thick against the roof of my mouth and my muscles felt like jelly, which caused my legs to loosen around him. And a warm, maddening sensation grew deep inside my belly. I felt everything all at once; I felt so much in that moment and yet at the same time, it still didn't seem as if it was enough. I wanted more, I needed more. I wasn't sure if after tonight, I would ever be able to have enough from him ever again. "Let's do it again," I said.

  "Babe." He chuckled. "I am spent as fuck. My cock isn't even hard anymore."

  "But I'm still wet." I grinned.

  "Yeah, you are, darlin'. Still slick and sweet for me just like always." He lowered me back down to the bed while still inside me, and rested his heavily muscled body on top of mine, though he leaned off to the side a little to give me space and room to breathe. As he stared down into my face, so much love in his eyes and in his hands as he rubbed them up and down the front of my body, smoothing out my sweat and mixing it with his own, I snaked my legs around his to pull him closer to me.

  "That was amazing, Roman," I said, brushing my calf up and down against the back of his. "So unbelievably amazing and so unreal. So damn intoxicating and magical and just... never what I knew sex could actually be with another person before." He chuckled again and I suddenly felt as high as a kite, unsure of what the hell I was even saying to him then, or if I was even making any sense; unsure if it even mattered to either one of us at this point if I didn't. He leaned in to kiss me on the forehead, then brought his mouth down to my lips and dragged his tongue across the top one. I leaned my head back and dropped my mouth open, wanting more of his taste, but he pulled away from me and grinned, the tease. "You know what I mentioned about my house earlier?" I asked him, the thought popping into my head amid sudden blankness. "That I still wanted to keep it in case this all blew up in my face because I was so certain that it would?"

  He made a face and shoved his brows together, suddenly appearing concerned. "Yeah."

  "Well..." I softened my voice and lowered my eyes. The beauty of his face was damn near blinding me at this point. "I still want to keep it, but--"

  "Why?" he asked me, his tone hardening as he stared. He swallowed hard and tightened his jaw. "Especially when we can just sell that shit."

  A small smile crossed my face as I brought my eyes back up to his. "I still don't want to sell it," I told him. "It was Maxine's place before I had it, and--"

  "Then what the hell are you wanting to do with it, Colette? 'Cause there's no way in hell you're moving back in there, babe."

  God, this man. He sounded so barbaric and controlling. The rational part of me couldn't stand it while the sexually aroused part of me heavily ached for it time and time again. "I want to rent it out," I said, lifting my voice and trying like hell to reassure and calm his nerves. His jaw loosened and his brows formed into a straight, relaxed line across his forehead. "That way we could have your income from the MC, mine from the school and a little extra on the side to play around with."

  "Play around with?" He snickered and nodded his head while suggestively eying me up and down. My legs quivered. "Alright," he said. "That shit works for me just as long as you keep to your word and never have any plans of moving back in there."

  "I don't." I wagged my head. "But with that being said, I think at some point that we should get my stuff out. Maybe put it all in storage or something... at least all of what can't fit inside of this house too."

  He groaned and darted his eyes across the room in annoyance. "Jesus Christ."

  "This is my place too, you just said it."

  He nodded in agreement. "It is."

  "Well, that means that I want to bring some of my things in here too, make it feel more like a home."

  "The shit feels like a home to me already," he retorted. "Has for years."

  I chuckled. "It feels like a biker's bachelor pad! The only thing missing are the old posters I used to see on a few off the walls with half naked women straddling barstools and biker seats, which I'm guessing your brother took off with before skipping out of town last night."

  He quietly cleared his throat and mumbled, "Yeah."

  "Anyway, I want this to feel more like ours, Roman." I hiked one of my legs as high as I could around his waist again and he grunted. "If this is going to be a place for us..."

  "Mm." He raised his hand and used the tip of his middle finger to circle around my nipple until it became hard. Then he bent down to roll his tongue around it and once I was completely wet, he pulled back and sotfly blew warm air across my skin. I shivered. "Two can play at this game here darlin', remember that shit." I moaned and shut my eyes, then clinched my sex around his cock and ground my pelvis against him. "Jesus," he muttered. "Fuck."

  "Two can definitely play this game," I shot back. He growled like an untamed animal in heat and wrapped his hand around the back of my throat, lifted my head up from the bed and thrusted his tongue right back into my mouth. He used his other hand to help sink his cock even deeper inside me, then rubbed his fingers against my clit to complete stimulation.

  I felt him growing inch by inch as our kisses grew in fervor. I moaned hard and loud between his lips with each long stroke of his tongue, which then prompted him to roll over on his back and sit me on top of him.

  "I want you to ride me, babe," he said to me with pure desire in his voice as his eyes darkened with a mixture of hunger and thrill.

  I nodded my head as if completely hypnotized by his words and muttered, "Okay."

  I pushed my hands against his abs, then slid my fingers back and forth between the lines of them and swerved my hips, tightening and clinching until he curved. When that wasn't enough, I r
eached around for his balls and gave them a slight tug; his body jerked and he smiled up at me, then started pumping his hips which forced me to bounce against him. My breasts did the same and as he reached up to take each one in his hands, squeezing them like two ripe melons, I threw my head back and accelerated my pace.

  After just a few minutes of moving together in an orgasmic worthy unison, so beautiful and delicious that only our heavy breathing could take up the rest of the space inside the room, I finally exploded again. His orgasm followed soon after and as he blew inside me and shuddered against the bed, I fell on top of him and snaked my fingers through his hair. He smiled at me again, his eyes glassy and red, his face so flushed that no true color could even be used to describe it anymore, his parted lips wet and thick.

  And then I kissed him hard, deep and slow, so ready for so much more that I knew he wouldn't give despite my need to slowly grind him again, but remembering all the same and relishing in the fact that we still had a lifetime to make up for what we couldn't have tonight.

  Chapter Eleven

  Colette

  The next morning, I woke up with a smile on my face and Roman's thick, hard penis shoved against the side of my ass. "Morning, babe," he said, his voice thick and raspy as he snaked an arm around my stomach and rubbed his hard body against mine.

  "Morning." I snuggled against him, embracing his warmth and muscles and the natural male scent of his skin. Then shifted my leg forward and reached down to stroke his cock.

  He groaned and pressed his lips against the back of my ear, then wrapped his hand around my bare breast. "Babe," he grunted.

  "Yeah?" I closed my eyes and licked my bottom lip, then slightly stuck out my ass and angled the head of his dick at my opening. "I don't have to be at the school for at least another two and a half hours," I said. "That gives you plenty of time to give me what I need just before I have to head out and deal with fifty kids today."