Banging Reaper (Pounding Hearts 1)

I’m the one who falters. I’m the one who is out of her mind with need and gasping for breath. “Chase,” I say needily, over and over.

It only seems to spur him on, somehow he penetrates me deeper and deeper.

My head tosses back and forth. Our hips crash. Our bones spark as they grind together. He’s so deep inside me, I feel his balls slapping against my ass while his pelvis smashes my clit.

That’s it. I can’t take anymore. The last strings of my control snap and I unravel. I let out a breathy scream and my hips buck wildly as I explode with my orgasm.

Wet waves of release roll through me. So much, so intense, I feel like I’m gushing.

“Fuck, Avery,” Chase chokes out.

His hips roll, keeping himself buried deep. I’m vaguely aware of him swelling and pulsing. Vaguely aware of myself as I clench and spasm around him.

My release seems to go on forever, it feels like a never ending orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Chase continues to groan as he pumps his warm seed inside me until he’s completely spent.

His fingers relax around my wrists as his body slumps. I immediately reach up and wrap my arms around him.

I groan one last groan and his weight comes down fully on me, sinking me into the mattress.

Chase buries his face into my hair and we just lay there, catching our breath. Catching ourselves.

Eventually, I drift off to sleep feeling him nuzzling against my neck.

Chapter Eight

Chase

Okay, I’m not sure what happened first. Was it her orgasm causing mine or did mine cause hers?

I try to keep my weight from crushing her into the mattress as I feel myself going semisoft. Wanting to be inside her for as long as possible, I hold myself up until her pussy slowly squeezes me out.

Once I’m out, I roll away and stretch out on my back. Reaching down, I yank the condom off. Shit, even after jerking off today, it?

?s so full it almost burst. After tying the condom into a knot, I toss it into the wastebasket next to her nightstand.

I pull her sheet up and over us as she wraps herself around my side. Her hand comes to rest on my chest. I look down and god I want to start all over again with those kisses.

Her kiss is almost like pure sex. I can't describe how hard it can make my cock just feeling her lips against mine. I’m tempted to wake her and see if she is ready for round two.

My stomach, however, grumbles loudly. I should probably take care of feeding both of us first.

She makes a quiet whimper as I pull away from her and stand up from the bed. Good lord, just looking down at her sexy body as she lays partially beneath the white linen sheet stirs something inside me.

I admire her smooth skin and her black hair as she gets comfortable on her side. She looks so achingly beautiful and so completely different from what I’m usually attracted to. I smile down at her and then turn away after making sure that the image of her splayed out like that is forever burned into my mind.

Avery is completely different from the usual girl I go for. Different not only in personality but also in looks. Hell, even from where I normally go to pick a girl up at from home. She is the proverbial girl from the wrong side of the tracks.

I’m not sure what it is exactly that inflames me about her. In looks, she is the sexiest woman I have ever seen much less ever touched but I just can’t pin down why.

I don't consider it bragging when I think of the models I have dated. I’m used to picking a woman up at her home in the more affluent neighborhoods... Not the hood. I look around the apartment kitchen, it’s small but homey. I think by all the knickknacks she’s trying to make it as best as she can but she must not have much to work with.

“Fuck,” I mutter as I look in her freezer and then the fridge.

I see a bottle of ketchup. That’s it. She has a bottle of ketchup, a few string cheese packets and two packets of Raman noodles.

Not much else in the way of food unless I wanted to eat some cat food. She definitely feeds this little bundle of fur, I think as I reach down and let Sebastian rub his cheeks against my hand. He’s a friendly chunker.