Page 15 of Dylan's Dad
“It’s never too late for breakfast, Little Flower.” He turns toward me, placing a plate of French toast in front of me. “You were in the shower when I got home so I figured you’d be hungry when you got out.” He cocked his head to the side, “Is that my shirt?”
“Yea, sorry I smelled food and wanted to get down here quickly.”
He smiled at me in a predatory way, “Don’t apologize. Feel free to walk around in only my shirt anytime you want. Sorry I left before you woke up but I had church this morning and I overslept so I was in kind of a rush.”
“I didn’t realize you were religious.”
He laughed roughly, “I’m not. Church is a meeting to discuss club business.”
“Oh.”
“It’s a beautiful day out today. You wanna eat on the deck?”
Nodding, I snatch up my plate heading for the sliding glass door. Reaper was right, it's cool but not cold and the sky is free of clouds. We take our plates over to the two adirondack chairs and dig in to the french toast. “OH MY GOD! This is the best french toast I’ve ever had!”
He chuckles, “Sounds like you are having another orgasm over there.”
I nearly choke on my food at the comment. I finish the plate quickly in the tense silence following Reaper’s remark.
Getting to his feet, he reaches for my now empty plate. “All done, Little Flower?”
I hand over the plate nodding up at him. I watch as he goes back inside with our dishes and swivel my head around looking at the beautiful forest around the cabin. Deciding I need a closer look, I move over to the railing.
Moments later I am leaning against the railing, I can see nothing but the trees. I feel Reaper’s breath against my cheek not realizing he had even returned.
“I changed my mind, Little Flower.” His hands land on either side of me caging me in.
“About what?”
“You wearing my shirts cause now I’m looking at you thinking about last night and all I can think about is being back deep inside that tight pussy. You told me just for the night and I’m trying very hard to respect that but seeing you standing here in nothing but my t-shirt is making it very hard.”
Why had I said that? Oh, right because he was telling me no and I thought maybe he would give in if it was just one night. It wasn’t like I was trying to trick or trap him. I really did need someone else’s hands on me but I wanted it to be him more than anything. “Forget I ever said that.”
He stills behind me, I am not even sure he is still breathing. I start to turn around and his hands land on my hips, freezingme in place. “Little Flower, I need you to be real clear right now. What are you saying?” His voice is deep and gravelly.
“I want you.”
“Fuck!” he roars. His hands slide to the hem of the shirt and he lifts it just above my hips. “No panties? Damn woman, you are gonna be the death of me.” He keeps one hand at my lower back holding the shirt in place and pushing me forward slightly so I am bent over the railing. His other hand goes between my thighs slipping between my already slick folds. “Damn Baby you are already drenched for me.” He slips a foot between mine and gently taps each ankle. “Spread your legs, baby.” His hand disappears from between my thighs and I can hear the jingle of his belt followed by his zipper. I grip the railing in anticipation.
The feel of the head of his cock against my entrance causes a moan to escape my lips. He pushes in so slowly, I almost push back against him but he likes to dominate, so I hold still. The second he is fully inside me the fullness and just feeling of him has me panting. “Oh god.”
He grips my hair at my nape, pulling up a little before brushing his lips against my ear. “There is no god here Little Flower, just demons.” He thrusts me back forward before sliding back to his tip and slamming back into me. His thrusts become frenzied and I can hear my moans echoing through the woods. With his one hand still in my hair holding me bent over the railing his other snakes between me and the railing finding my clit. I cum with a scream at the first touch of his fingers. He pulls out spinning me toward him before reaching down and grabbing onto the back of my thighs.
“Grab onto my shoulders.” He commands before swiftly lifting me up onto the railing. I shriek and one of his massive hands lands on my hip. “I’ve got you.” My legs go to wrap around his waist and his other hand pushes them down. “I tried to tell you, Little Flower. I’m not a gentle lover. If you want me, this is whatyou get. Do you trust me?” I nod. He grips his cock and presses back into me in one thrust. His hand that is not on my hip moves up to my throat, gripping it tightly, squeezing it just enough to cut off the blood flow but not my airway. He fucks me ruthlessly but I love every moment of it and just as my vision starts to go dark he cums with a growl and eases his grip on my throat letting the blood flow return to my head causing a rush and sending me into another orgasm. I feel completely boneless as he pulls out and slides one hand around my back and the other under my knees lifting me up against his chest.
He carries me through the doors and up the stairs before laying me down on the bed. “Reaper?”
“I’ll be right back, Little Flower.” He went into the bathroom and I heard the faucet turn on and back off before he returned with a washcloth in hand. “Spread your legs for me. I figured I should clean you up.” He gently and thoroughly used the damp cloth to clean me up, then chucked it in the hamper before removing his jeans and shirt and climbing into bed beside me.
“Are we going to bed? It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
He chuckled, “No, we are just resting. I don’t got anywhere to be for a few hours. There’s a party at the clubhouse tonight. I guess it’s like a welcome home party for me. Would you like to go with me?”
“Like as your date?”
“I mean if that’s what you want. I was just thinking you would wanna get out of the cabin for a lil bit and you know most of the guys.”
“Okay.” I smiled up at him.
