Page 53 of Reaper
I slide one finger inside her while my tongue focuses on her clit, and her whole body convulses. She's so tight and wet, andthe way she clenches around my finger makes me groan against her. I add a second finger, stretching her, and she makes a sound that might be my name if not for the gag.
Just as I feel her getting close, her thighs trembling against my shoulders, I pull back. She makes an outraged sound, her hips chasing my mouth desperately. I wait until she settles slightly before diving back in, building her up again with my tongue and fingers until she's right on the edge.
Then I stop again.
This time her frustrated cry is loud enough to hear clearly even through the panties. I can't help but grin against her thigh.
"What was that about doing it better yourself?”
She screams something into her panty-gag. Something muffled, yet definitively understandable: “Fuck you.”
I laugh, then get back to work.
I build her up again, slower this time, my tongue working in steady circles while my fingers pump in and out of her. She's shaking now, her whole body taut with need. I can feel her getting close again, her muscles clenching around my fingers, her breathing coming in sharp gasps through her nose.
Just as she's about to go over the edge, I pull away one last time.
The sound she makes is pure animal rage. Her body thrashes against the restraints, and I can see tears of frustration leaking from under the makeshift blindfold. She's beyond words now, reduced to desperate whimpers and furious growls.
"You wanted proof," I murmur against her inner thigh. "Here it is."
This time when I dive back in, I don't hold back. My tongue finds her clit with precision, working it in tight circles while I thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them to hit that spot that makes her see stars. I'm relentless now, giving her everything she's been craving.
Her response is immediate and explosive. Her back arches off the bed so violently that the sheet restraints around her wrists go taut. I feel her muscles clamp down on my fingers like a vise as the orgasm tears through her. The sound she makes behind the gag is raw and primal, part scream, part sob.
Her whole body convulses, shaking so hard that the bed frame creaks. The sheet tied around her left wrist gives way with a sharp ripping sound, then the right one follows. Her hands fly to the back of my head, fingers digging into my hair, holding me against her as wave after wave crashes over her.
She rips the soaked panties from her mouth, gasping for air.
"Holy fucking shit!" she screams, her voice hoarse and ragged. "You goddamn bastard! Fuck! Jesus Christ, Reaper!"
The curses keep coming as aftershocks rock through her; her legs still trembling around my shoulders. I don't stop, drawing out every tremor until she's pushing weakly at my head, too sensitive to take any more.
When I finally lift my head, she's sprawled boneless against the pillows, chest heaving, skin flushed and slick with sweat. The blindfold has slipped up, and her dark eyes are unfocused, pupils blown wide.
"You son of a bitch," she pants, but there's no actual anger in it now. Just exhaustion and something that might be awe. "That was... fuck."
I crawl up her body, unable to keep the smug satisfaction off my face. "Still think you can do better yourself?"
She glares at me, but it lacks her usual bite. "Shut up and get inside me before I change my mind about letting you live, you fucking ass."
I grin at that word.Ass. “I will. And since it seems like I fucking won your challenge, I’m claiming my prize.”
“Prize? What fucking prize? We never talked about a prize.”
“I want to fuck you in the ass.”
“You want to fuck my ass?” she says, sounding surprised, defiant, yet still rolling over, still getting on her knees. “Is this what you want?”
“It’s exactly what I want.”
I can't help but stare at her. She's on her hands and knees, her perfect ass in the air, and I'm already reaching for her before I fully process what I'm doing. My hands grip her hips, and I lean down to press my face between her cheeks.
The first taste of her makes me groan deep in my throat. She tastes different here — more intense, more forbidden. My tongue traces slow circles around her tight opening while my cock throbs painfully against my stomach.
"Fuck, Reaper," she gasps, pushing back against my face. "Your tongue feels so good."
I spread her cheeks wider with my hands, diving deeper, my tongue working against her with increasing hunger. The sounds she makes — breathy moans and sharp gasps — drive me wild. I can feel myself leaking pre-cum onto the sheets as I feast on her.
