Page 60 of Reacher
“Just saying, I’m not touching anyone’s old lady, Reacher.” Stitch was glaring at me, and staying a few feet away, with his arms folded.
“Get some sleep, brother. Church at eight.”
Stitch looked at his watch and cursed.
“Seriously? It’s four now.”
Reacher hesitated for a moment.
“Nine then. Go.”
Stitch was muttering away as he left, and once the door was closed, Reacher moved, backing me up against the wall I’d been retreating to until he grabbed me again.
“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t shove you up against that wall right now, and fuck you like a savage. You’ve really pissed me off tonight, woman. I’ve got some frustration to burn, and it’s gonna get rough.”
Yes.Finally. I rested a hand over the fingers he’d wrapped around my throat.
“I’m not sure you’ve got the energy for any of that, old man. It’s kinda late for you.”
His smirk was my only warning, before he reached down and gripped me hard between my legs.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’re going to walk funny all day tomorrow.”
I squirmed against his hand. “I think I’d need you to prove it, old man. I’m not exactly taking much on faith right now.”
He cursed, tightening his grip on my throat.
“You ever gonna stop pushing me, woman?”
I wanted to point out that he should be glad I cared enough to even try, but instead, I leaned forward as far as I could move, and teased his lips with my tongue.
“You ever gonna start fucking me, old man?”
Reacher
Shewantedtopushme. She wanted me to be rough, maybe even aggressive, but I was so close to the fucking edge that I’d struggle to hold back. The question was, how much could she take? How much would give her pleasure, before she had to tell me to ease up?
I sucked on her tongue briefly, and then I pulled back.
“You can use the word ‘mercy’, for when it gets to be too much, woman.”
She smirked, clearly certain that she’d never use the word. I pulled her away from the wall, and shoved her against it facefirst, hoping that I wasn’t hurting the bruises on her face as I did it.
Her palms flattened against the wall, and she arched her back, begging me to fuck her.
I reached around the front of her jeans and unfastened them, shoving them down, along with her underwear. Fucking underwear. I should burn every damn pair she owned.
“Step out.” She followed my instruction, and it left her in her heeled ankle boots which looked sexy as hell, so I left her wearing them. Freeing my dick from my own jeans, I shoved a boot between her feet, to spread her legs, and then I dragged my dick through the wetness she was producing. For me. Because she wanted my fucking cock inside her.
“What got you so wet, huh, woman? Was it the fact that you knew I was gonna fuck you? Or was it the arguing? I think you like the fire. I think it gets you off!”
I dipped my fingers deep inside her, soaking them with her pussy juices, before I slammed my dick inside her and started fucking her, trapping her between my hard body and the wall.
Every gasp or grunt that was forced out of her was music to my ears. Easing back, so I could get my hand between us, I teased at that naughty asshole of hers, sliding my fingers around and then inside, priming her for me.
“God, yes…” Her response was exactly what I was looking for. After finger-fucking her ass with two fingers, I slid out of her pussy, and aimed my dick right at that tight hole while she wriggled at me.
“Your pussy is mine, woman. And this ass? Nobody goes near this. It’s mine and mine only. Any man you’ve fucked before doesn’t exist anymore, not if you want him to survive. Your body is mine. I’m claiming you, and I’m claiming all your fucking holes.”
