Page 25 of Reacher
He chuckled, pressing forward in a sudden thrust, that filled me completely. I groaned. Holy crap, he felt huge back there.
“Every inch of my cock is in your ass, woman. How’s it feel?”
“Big.”
He laughed, sliding his hips back a touch, and started fucking my ass in short thrusts, not giving me enough. Not giving me what I wanted. I wanted him not to be gentle. To not take it slow.
“Tiring out already, old man? I can’t imagine your aging stamina will let you give it to me as hard as I need.”
He snorted, pulling back, and ramming in hard.God yes.
“Is that what you think, woman? Or do you believe that baiting me will get you what you want?”
I wiggled my ass and grinned at his groan in response.
“Will it?”
He leaned down, flush with my back, and curved a hand around my throat, trapping me beneath him, as he started fucking me harder.
“This what you want, woman?”
Yes. Oh hell yes. “Getting there, grandpa.”
His laugh in my ear was guttural, but his body took up the challenge for what it was, no longer holding back, no longer merely short thrusts. He drew back fully to make sure I felt every damn inch slamming back into me. He kept me trapped beneath him, as he fucked my ass like a demon, and gave me everything I wanted. It was rough, it was almost painful, and it was fucking perfect. How could this one man fulfil every single fantasy of mine, without even trying?
His hand tightened on my throat, and I felt him slam into me and hold as he started to come, and then a few lazy thrusts as he rode it out. I hadn’t come yet, but I actually kind of felt like I had. Like I’d had everything I wanted from that fucking session, and I was sated.
Reacher, however, clearly isn’t one to leave a lady wanting. He rolled us slightly, easing his fingers beneath us to rub at my clit, and because he hadn’t softened in my ass yet, he started thrusting again, pressing as deep as he could. The grip on my throat, combined with his torturous treatment of my clit, and the big dick in my ass, pushed me over that edge I’d been riding the whole time, and I let out a kind of gasping, yelping noise as I came. I writhed against him, and I felt his lips on my shoulder, then teeth.
“Jesus, Ally. How the fuck didn’t we meet sooner?”
I laughed breathlessly, rolling over as he moved onto the bed beside me, his now softening dick sliding easily out of my ass, leaving behind that well used discomfort that felt so good.
“I guess I had to find the right bad guy to align myself with first.”
He smirked. “Yeah, and look how things worked out with her and her… victim, I guess. Weird how shit turns out, right?”
Reacher
Despitealltheshitgoing wrong with Ice, I slept better than I had in months. Wrapped around Ally, and fully fucking sated, after more sex than I’d had in years. My dick suddenly seemed to think I was a decade younger, and for as long as I could get away with that, I was going to do it.
I woke early, as I always did, without an alarm clock, and eased out of the bed, doing my best not to wake Ally. I didn’t need to worry. She made a strange snorting sound, and rolled over, dragging the covers over her face. It was hard to leave her, but I had things to see to as President of a motorcycle club.
I grabbed my phone, texting Stitch, so he could set things in motion. Two members to meet me outside my room in ten minutes, and then Church for everyone else in half an hour.
A brisk knock on my door almost ten minutes later didn’t catch me out, because I was already showered and dressed. I stepped outside the door, nodding at Has-Been and Ryder.
“Brothers, I want the two of you to take the next shift at the hospital, so I wanted to brief you on Ice’s condition, and whatI’ll cover in Church with everyone while you’re gone.” They both nodded. They were jokers when the time was right, mostly, but they knew this was serious shit, and I had their full attention.
“The plan to wake Ice had to be scrapped last night, because he’s started detoxing already.”
“Fuck.” Ryder scrubbed a hand through his hair. “I knew it.”
“Exactly. So the doctors are keeping him under, to try and make it easier on him. They haven’t given me an idea of how long they need to keep him out, so you’ll find out today for me. In the meantime, I want someone with him at all times. They’ve moved him to a section of ICU that specialises in detoxing, and they’ve confirmed that we can have someone by his bed at all times. I don’t care what it takes. He doesn’t get left alone, not even for a fucking minute. We don’t know who did this, or if they plan to try and finish what they started.”
They both nodded again.
“There’s something else.”
