Banging Reaper (Pounding Hearts 1)

“I couldn’t stop picturing your tits,” he says taking a step toward me. “I couldn’t stop remembering how fucking good you taste.”

He reaches for me, pulling me to my feet. His fingers dance across my shoulders. I sway, my knees weak and almost buckling.

“How fucking good you feel,” he continues.

I feel the tug of my dress as he starts to pull my zipper down. The straps on my shoulders loosen, the silky fabric gapes. Gravity takes over and the dress slides down my arms, fluttering to the floor.

Chase sucks in a sharp breath.

“You’re so beautiful,” he growls. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head. It’s all I can to do at this moment. My throat is too tight, I can’t speak.

“Good,” he rumbles, pleased.

My skin burns. Every inch of me aches. Every brush, every stroke of his fingers is a wicked tease. Chase’s hands touch me but he’s holds himself away from me.

“Did you think about me?” he asks, sounding hoarse now.

I thought about him in Algebra. I couldn’t focus on a thing my instructor was teaching. I kept feeling Chase’s hands on my body. His hot mouth as he kissed me. How powerful the muscles in his back felt beneath my fingers. I wondered what muscles of his he would use to thrust himself into my body. I kept picturing that tight ass of his bobbing up down as he pumped his cock deep.

“Yes,” I whisper, finding my voice.

His hands roam over my back then I feel his fingers trembling while working the clasp of my bra.

Before I know it my bra joins my dress on the floor.

His hands cover my breasts, cupping them, covering them. Giving them a hard squeeze. I’m even more aware now at how rough and calloused his hands are. His skin scratches against my nipples. I moan, arching into his hands while my nipples tighten into hard little points.

“I’ve been dying all day to get my hands on these.”

By the breasts Chase pushes me back until I’m bending over the bed. Then he comes down with me, hovering over my body. He buries his face in my neck. I shiver as his hot breath pants against me.

His hands knead my breasts until my breasts feel impossibly heavy. Small, needy little sounds escape my lips. I’m squirm against the bed. Chase’s head dips lower.

“I have to taste you,” he groans.

My arms wrap around his neck and my hands cup the back of his head. I hold on to him as his mouth covers my breast, pulling him closer. He pulls back a hard suckle while breaking the tight grasp of my hands. I nearly come off the bed with a scream.

His mouth is so wet, so warm. Inside I’m melting.

He makes hungry sounds as he sucks on me. His tongue flicks back and forth.

“Oh my god,” I start to cry out.

Chase groans a needy groan and his tongue swirls.

Intense pressure fills my belly. I can’t stop squirming, moving. My nails dig into his scalp and he sucks harder. I feel a sharp pinch then realize he just nipped me.

His hands never leave my body, he never stops touching me.

Roaming, his fingers travel lower, dragging and exploring each quivering inch of me. He grabs my panties then he rips them down. I hear the fabric tearing and feel it being peeled away.

The air itself is like a cold bite as it hits my drenched pussy.

Chase wastes no time. His fingers slide through my slick folds. So thick, all I can think of is how good it would feel to have them thrusting inside me, curling inside me. Stroking against the insanely sensitive spot that is guaranteed to bring me to a mind-blowing release. I can only imagine what it would feel like to have him touching me there right now.

The pressure continues to build and build. My breasts heave as the air seems to be thickening, it’s becoming increasing difficult to breathe.