Page 70 of The Reaper
“All yours.” I gasped, and he nodded his approval.
“You know I love you, don’t you?” he asked, and I nodded. “And you know I respect you so fucking much.” I gave another nod. “But right now, I need to fuck you hard, dirty… I need to fucking own you, Leah.”
I loved the way that sounded. Even more, I loved the way it made my stomach twist with excitement and tingles spark between my legs.
“Then own me,” I told him.
There was a second where he stayed still and just watched me, like he was hypnotised, lost in another world in his mind but desperate to use my body to claw himself back to this one.
“I need you, Devon,” I said on a whisper to break through whatever walls were locking him in.
When he climbed onto the bed behind me, I knew I’d succeeded. He needed me too, and he was about to show me exactly how much.
“You might want to hold onto the headboard,” he commanded. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle.”
I did as I was told and was rewarded with a “good girl.”
I closed my eyes as I felt him hovering near. Every sense in my body focused on him. His hot breath on my thighs, travelling closer and closer to where I needed him to be made me shiver, and quietly, I urged him on.
“There. Right there. Touch me.”
He didn’t speak, but he grabbed my legs and forced them further apart, commanding my body like it was his and placing me exactly where he wanted me; ass up, legs wide, upper body dipped.
He put his hand on my back and pushed my head down. All the while I played my part. I was his doll, his to use. I always would be.
His fingers stroked my inner thigh roughly, but it wasn’t long before they were in-between my legs, rubbing my clit, swirling and then pushing inside of me. He stroked my inner walls and then pulled out again, working my clit, teasing me, making me push back into him, wanting more of what he was giving me.
“Such a greedy girl.” He tutted, but he didn’t stop. My eagerness only seemed to spur him on.
He fucked me roughly with his fingers, his thumb pressing on my clit then releasing, building the pressure inside me. I reared back, grinding onto his hand, and he groaned.
“You’re going to come on my fingers, my tongue and my cock. I’m going to make you come so many times, baby. All for me.”
I moaned back, loving the sound of being dominated and owned by him.
He slapped my ass hard, then used his other hand to rub the soreness. All the time curling his fingers inside me, stroking me to orgasm. I was so close and began writhing against him, wanting more––more friction, more fingers, more of everything.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, and I took my right hand off the headboard, reaching between my legs and rubbed over my clit, circling and stroking until I was there.
“I’m coming,” I cried, feeling my walls start to contract around his fingers, the pulse of my clit, then explosions, mind-numbingly amazing explosions that made my legs quiver and my body shudder. All the while, he kept pumping in and out of me, his fingers rough and demanding, his aggressive grunts adding to the sexiness of it all. I’d never been this turned on, and I couldn’t get enough.
He didn’t give me chance to come down from my high, he didn’t let up for one second. He’d made a promise and he was going to keep it. One orgasm wasn’t enough.
I felt the hotness of his breath and then I cried out as his mouth clamped over my pussy. I was so sensitive that I almost couldn’t take it, but I clenched my eyes shut and lost myself in the sensations of his tongue pushing inside me, licking my orgasm and teasing another one right from my very soul. Then he moved to my clit, flickering his tongue over it and sucking it into his mouth. I pushed into him, loving the feel of his mouth on me, driving me wild as the next orgasm began to build. I tilted my hips, moving against his mouth and tongue, creating a rhythm that my body knew instinctively. The sparks were firing inside of me, and there was a delicious tingling between my legs as he ate me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted. And then he stopped, sat back, and with his hands he spread me wider and sighed a wicked, tempting sigh.
“I want all of you, Leah,” he growled.
“You have me,” I said on a whimper, wanting him to get back to licking me. I didn’t ever want him to stop. “I’m yours.”
The moment I said that I felt his tongue lick my clit, along my pussy, and then he was on my ass. Holy fucking hell, that was somewhere I never thought I’d ever want him to go, but fuck me, the feel of his tongue on me, rubbing, pushing inside, teasing nerve endings that I didn’t even know could feel so good made me scream out in pleasure. He held my ass and ate me, his fingers on my clit, and I came so hard, waves stronger than the last as he lapped it all up, groaning and licking, he pulled every drop of ecstasy from my body. It was all too much. I was a mess of smouldering limbs, and I didn’t think I could take anymore.
“So perfect. You taste like heaven,” he said, and gave my ass another smack before I felt the pressure of his dick. He was rubbing the head against my clit, coating himself in my wetness and then running it up and over my ass. I felt his fingers there too, and slowly, he pushed inside, but I lurched forward and gasped.
“We’ll work up to this,” he said, fingering my ass, and I liked the way it felt. I wanted to be dirty for him. “I need to get you ready to take me here.” He rubbed a little more, then his attention was back on my pussy, his dick sliding over my clit, spreading my wetness, and I pushed back into him again, desperate to feel the stretch of him filling me, fucking me.
“You like the feel of my cock on you and inside you, don’t you? Say it, Leah. Tell me how much you love my cock.”
“I love it.” I gasped, wanting him so badly I couldn’t think straight. “I love all of it. I love you, Devon.”
