by V. Theia
That same hand on her waist moved up and gripped gentle around the nape of her neck, the cocktail of excited hormones breeding in her veins meant any shyness or inhabitations flew right out of the window and she half rolled on top of him.
“You know what I want. It was what I wanted last night.”
His rumble sounded like a vibrating engine and once again she felt how hard his body was under hers.
“Paige.” He groaned and hauled her the rest of the way, so she was flat out on top of the hardest body she’d ever felt before. When his lips landed on hers she wasn’t fully prepared for how good he’d taste, or how ravenous his mouth attached hers. “Can’t hold back any longer.” He grunted, going in deeper, sucking her tongue. She went up in flames and speared her fingers through his long hair.
“Why are you holding back?” In between starved kisses and panted breaths he rocked her hips, dying for the ache in her skin and bones to stop. “Don’t hold back, Oh, pretty please don’t.”
“Can’t. Can’t. I can’t, baby.” All across her face his lips skidded before coming back to her mouth. “Open your legs for me.”
Paige didn’t need to be told twice. She split them apart and gravity dropped her crotch directly on his rock-hard groin. Oh, yes. She pressed down hard, bumping her soft against him.
Reaper groaned into her mouth before he rolled her over placing him on top.
The way he looked at her, that beat of a second with their faces inches apart and his breath fanning her cheeks … she swore it was reverence, it was something so lovely she reached up and brought his head down and took his mouth this time, showing him he had no reason to hold back. Some sense of decency? Respect? Hell, Paige was hot to go for a good hard pounding, embarrassingly so from the wetness coming out of her.
She liked the roughness of his hands squeezing her waist and it surprised the hell out of her. Her sex life was … yeah. She had spots in her life she couldn’t remember, whole big chunks and that included ever having sex before.
Sure, she knew her body had been intimate with someone(s), she’d had several physicals in her adult life, and she’d known she’d been on the pill in her teens. But as for having hot memories of tangled sheets and rough hands all over her? Paige was sadly empty and not until seeing Reaper had she wanted to make new memories.
Now she wanted hot sex stories to share with Winter. Or just to keep to herself.
God, she just wanted this man all over her.
His skin sliding on hers.
The hot, pulsing climax he’d push into her. She wanted to feel it all. And she wanted to feel it like yesterday.
“Reaper…” she whined, stroking her lips down his strong neck, the pulse there going nuts and the harder he pressed his thumbs into her hips the wetter she became, almost as if he knew her body better than she did. With every squeeze he rolled his cock between her legs and … oh…my…god, it felt amazing. “Can we skip a lot of foreplay this time, please? I need you.”
He froze. His heart could clearing be felt banging through her own chest. Particles in the early morning sunshine seemed to pause in their dance as she too waited to see what he’d do.
With quick hands he threw back the sheets, rolled up on his knees, discarded his shorts and the most glorious cock of all time was sprang free to bounce against his lower stomach.
Mother of the baby Jesus. Even seeing his arousal for the second time could still render her a little bit stupid with her mouth gaped open. Paige could do nothing but stare and try to produce some moisture to wet her bone-dry tongue.
She wouldn’t have cared what size his cock was … for real. She wanted the man and he’d already proven how skilled he was getting her from zero to orgasm in minutes and that was just with his tongue and fingers. But seeing that thick, perfectly cut cock bobbing slightly to the left, in all its had-to-be nine inches if not more…glory, she felt her pussy muscles twang a little happy song.
He was going to fill her so tightly wall-to-wall and have leftovers for when she was hungry later.
Even though she’d told him she was so, so, so ready, his mouth still swept down and took hers in a hard, demanding kiss, she opened for immediately.
His kiss skyrocketed her onto the ceiling, she clung and moaned directly into his throat, licking him just as sexily as he did her.
“Do you have a condom?” She breathed into his lips and felt him freeze.
“Fuck.”
Paige grinned, thrilled it probably meant he wasn’t fucking around as much as she feared if he didn’t readily have protection on hand. “My purse.” She whispered. “There’s one in my purse.”
It was complete torture to have the fullness of his shaft leave the place between her legs where it had been resting on her clit. She practically bit her tongue off with a whimper when he flung himself off the bed and strode out of his bedroom.
Lord… she breathed heavily, eyes firmly on the hard butt. That man was gorgeous. She pushed herself up on the headboard, crossed her legs and waited.
She hadn’t even had her morning coffee yet but the prospect of sex with Reaper had her vibrating out of her own skin.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
“I waited for this.” - Reaper
No man on this earth wanted to fuck as much as Reaper wanted to fuck Paige.
He’d crack a skull if someone dared tell him now he was wrong.
With his hard as steel cock leaking all over like a damn faucet, he prowled back onto his bed until he was kneeling in front of the girl with the wide eyes.
Lavender eyes that swam with lust and a flicker of nerves.
His girl might be anxious, but she had no fucking idea of the emotions swarming through Reaper.
Taste her. Give her pleasure.
That had been the plan.
A good one.
A smart one.
But his flesh was too weak to walk away from her. Dumbass, but the truth was, he was weak for Paige, period and he’d needed something.
Staying aloof wasn’t working for him. Not when his heart and body were working together against his brain.
Consequences be fucking damned; he needed her more than he needed to fucking breathe.
“Scared?” He asked, rimming her ankle with a hand, he uncrossed her legs and pulled her down the bed a little until she was under him. Her squeal of shock pierced directly through the head of his cock and he had to chew the inside of his cheek to stop from coming like a pre-teen with his first taste of pussy.
“Of you? Never. Of that?” She pointed to his reaching cock, dying for her fingers to stroke him out. “Maybe a little.”
Reaper couldn’t help it. He fucking grinned.
“Baby, you know how to make me feel fucking good.” He all but rumbled and took her hand, wrapping it around the cock she was staring at. He helped her fingers roll the length while he tried not to let his brain blow apart with how good it felt.
“Oh, you’re huge.” She puffed a breath. “I can’t even make my fingers meet.” It didn’t stop her jacking him off.
Her wide eyes made him chuckle.
“Seriously huge, Reaper. Don’t be disappointed if I can only take half of you.”
“I’ll fit, baby. I’ll fit all the way inside that tight pussy you’ve got waiting for me, I promise.”
Her eyes turn opaque. A fucking dreamy smile covered her face and nearly got her fucked hard right there, if not for the way his back teeth crushed together.
Keep it the fuck together, Jud.
Remember you’re not a damn animal.
It’s Paige. She deserves better than a fast rut.
Licking into her sweet mouth, she took his tongue, clasping his face and for a long minute he let his girl control their kiss. She was tentative at first, as if testing what she could do to him. She could fuck him up and he’d love every minute of it if her hands were on him.
It probably made him a desperate son of a whore, but in that moment Reaper had one thought and that was tasting Paige.
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p; He pulled from her lips and attached his to one of her pebbled nipples, the gaspy breath she let go of hit him square in the solar plexus. He switched tits and sucked that one too and when he eventually made it back to her mouth she was panting heavily.
This was so good; he was about to pass the fuck out.
And then Paige blew his fucking skull off, replacing their kiss by pushing her fingers into his mouth and grabbed his dick with the other hand at the same time, rimming the wet crown like she was charming a snake.
She’d shoved her fingers into his mouth and Reaper had no choice… no will of his own, but to suck hard around those three digits slowly working their way over his tongue leaving the sweetest taste behind.
When she pulled them free and then attached her lips to his once more he opened wide, took that forceful kiss to higher levels, he plucked her up, and straddled her over his legs, pulling her in as closer as he could get her, skin to delicious skin.
Only this time when she pushed her fingers into his mouth again he knew what she was doing.
FUCKING HELL.
His angelic Paige was fingering herself and then feeding him.
There was no amount of soft sucking this time around. He sucked her fingers so fucking deep she could have tickled his stomach from the inside.
“I want from the source,” he groaned around them. Her other hand working his dick, stopping his climax from flooding into her hand by squeezing hell out of the crown.
A sound he’d never made before erupted from the back of his throat as she worked her fingers against his hot tongue. “Feed me your pussy, Paige. You got no idea how hungry I am.”
Though her cheeks flamed, he watched her cat-crawl, ass in the air, swishing from side to side, to the end of the bed.
Reaper had to grab his cock bobbing on his stomach otherwise he would have come like a goddamn broken fountain watching her position herself.
Spreading her legs so slowly he wanted to whimper for her to hurry and show him what he’d been missing.
“Come on then, hungry boy.” She dared say.
Heart thudding.
Balls aching.
He licked her up with his eyes.
There’d been no more perfect moment than this. Not in a long time and his heart was going double time.
One short lick and then he was fucking her.
After she’d ripped most of the follicles from his scalp, Reaper rose his head and licked his mouth clean of the wet heaven she’d given him.
Laid like a goddess, he ached in every bone.
“I said … I said no foreplay,” she panted, eyes glassy from her latest climax.
“Need the fuck I’m a desperate man to give you, baby?”
She bumped her little hips up from the bed. “Yessss.”
Her hair was fanned all around her and her long legs spread, inviting him in.
He felt like he was living outside of his skin when he prowled between her legs and snapped on a condom before notching the head to the very wet part of Paige.
This was a turning point, he recognized. Her whole body beckoned, his heart rammed up against his ribs from the inside and he knew this changed everything.
All his careful, meticulous leashing of his emotions.
He was about to let them blow the fucking room apart and take what belonged to him and fuck the consequences of what could come next.
He was a man in the desert being offered water.
And whether she hated him one day, he knew he’d chase her down to the end of the world.
Paige was a heartbeat felt on a frequency his soul recalibrated to and he couldn’t ignore it any longer.
He fucking needed her.
“You are ever beautiful, Paige.” He husked by her ear, kissing the shell. “You are ever wanted.”
“Reaper…” the road name stabbed through him. Hearing in his mind her saying another name altogether, and Reaper threw his hips down, pinning Paige under him and punched his cock home inside her in one easy slide, aided by how wet she was.
She cried out, beautiful neck arched, her eyes wild, she clutched his forearms and he felt like he’d died all over again.
“Paige. Paige, fuck.” Ripe, juicy pleasure stole his breath, stole his fucking life as he froze inside her snug heat cradling his cock tighter than anything else. “Oh, baby. What you just gave me, you don’t even know.” He spoke hoarsely by her ear, the words tangled in a lot of shit he wished he could say.
“Reaper?”
He framed her face, brushing aside strands of candy hair. “Yeah, baby?”
“Do you think you can move now…please?”
Giving her a grin, he pulled his hips back before slamming deep once more in a quick thrust. Pleasure began to fire at will, and she gasped, he swooped in through her parted lips and licked that mouth, so damn juicy, his Paige.
He repeated the move, swift and strong this time, settling to his root so his heavy balls smacked against the skin of her ass and was rewarded with her nails leaving half-crescent ‘Paige was here’ marks on his shoulders.
Her moans were so soft—whisper delicate—when he moved down and captured her mouth, not in an eating kiss. No, Reaper wanted to savor Paige. Every sip was gentle, barely moving over her lips until Paige began chasing his tongue, putting more nails marks on his body in her haste to take more.
Her whimpers tasted like sex; it was so erotic he wanted to swallow it down. And Reaper was just a man… he wasn’t strong enough to withhold anything she needed so he started to increase his thrusts. Fucking her harder, making the bed creak until he went back onto his haunches, her legs still braced to the bed, he used his hands under her thighs to spread her out, watching the fast slams of his cock disappearing into her body and coming back out coated in her wetness.
“Shhh. I know, baby.” He coached when she moaned. She was squeezing him hard enough to pop his eyeballs out of their sockets.
Her tits moved with their momentum and so he could watch their beautiful sway he slammed down harder until Paige grabbed the sheets in two tight fists, moaning with her eyes rolled back in her head.
Those sexy little noises amplified when he took a thumb to where they were joined and rubbed around the hard bundle, soaked in pleasure.
“Reaper…. Oh, yes, there.”
“Hold on to it, Paige. Not yet.” He said when it felt like she was about to explode.
He fucked like never before.
“Not yet,” he warned again. But in truth his own climax was right there.
But he wasn’t fucking done, not by a long shot.
He could live inside her pussy, die inside her pussy and die a happy man.
Finally.
He couldn’t breathe for thinking finally.
He was feeling emotions he hadn’t felt in so long because he’d walled them up, put bricks around them and launched them into the depths of the river.
Years’ worth of self-imposed celibacy culminated in each deep shove and drowned in her sweet sex noises he lapped up.
But as he fucked Paige, all those feelings had broken their lock and inflated Reaper’s chest.
He was alive again.
“Please, please.”
There she went with the begging he couldn’t ignore.
“God fucking damn, baby. Don’t beg, I won’t last. Your pussy is ruining me.”
The smile she gave him was the end to all his endings. One deep thrust and he had his girl coming in a startled cry.
She milked him so fucking tight he was a dead man grunting, going with the forced thrust to try to get as deep into her womb as he could.
She cried out on a raspy moan, her nails raking over the skin of his back like she was trying to tunnel her way out of soil.
Wave after wave of relief swept through him. The pleasure unparalleled to anything else.
Rolling onto his back, he kept Paige in the confines of his arms, unable to let go, his limbs had turned to concrete, his heart thumping double speed. With his face
buried in her hair, her skinny arms around his neck and her face pressed to his shoulder, he could only whisper her name like an answered prayer and wonder what the fuck he’d just done…
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
“Remember to forget me.” -Paige
“I feel so wrong calling in sick. I’ve never had a sick day in my whole life.” Fretted Paige, chewing on the corner of her thumb nail once she’d ended the call to her boss pretending she had stomach issues.
“Bad girl.” Grinned Reaper at her side, his mouth was attached to her neck the whole phone call, distracting her into sounding wheezy with panted breaths.
She melted. Leaning into his body, they were both naked under those sheets and she was reluctant to get up even though her bladder was screaming at her. She didn’t feel confident enough to start prancing bare-assed around his condo and there were no clothes in grabbing distance. Her screaming bladder would just have to wait.
“Are you calling in dead too?”
“Nope.”
“Won’t they worry? The guys, I mean. The other bikers.”
“If I don’t turn out they’ll just pick up the slack.”
“That must be nice, having friends like that.” He didn’t answer, his fingers were drawing circles on her lower belly slow enough to have Paige’s mind going in nine different lust filled directions. She knew if she wriggled just right those long, magic fingers would slip ever lower and send her to heaven again.
“How did you come to join an American biker club?” The blankets had fallen a few inches and she crept them back up to her chin.
“I needed a job and Rider gave me one.”
“Just like that?” Seemed hard to believe it was that easy to become a member of the infamous Renegade Souls MC. She hadn’t been in town long, but soon learned who owned most everything. People were equally in awe as they were fearful of the MC. Working in the diner, Paige got to know most of those guys the last few years, they never appeared all that intimidating to her.
“Did you have to do an initiation?”
His lips twitched and he lifted his eyes to hers, his fingers stalled around her navel. “Baby, you been watching too many movies?”