Banging Reaper (Pounding Hearts 1)

Nodding my head, I slowly pull my black t-shirt up and over my head. I even flex my pecs at her and give her a leer. Her burst of giggles lets me know I have partially succeeded in making her more comfortable. She seemed so wary and hesitant when I gave her the tour of my house, I worried she was intimidated by it. I don’t want her to be intimidated by me. With her, I'm just a great big horny teddy bear.

She looks at me expectantly and makes a hurry up gesture with her hands as I stall in my stripping. I stare into her eyes once she finally has her fill of my upper half. I won't lie, I like how my body seems to be affecting her. I'm in good shape because I fucking work hard on myself.

I toss my t-shirt at her head and grin when it lands there, covering her eyes. She laughs and peels the shirt off of her face, dropping it to the floor.

Snapping her fingers, she says, “Let’s see the goods!”

I slowly undo the belt holding my jeans up and drop it next to my feet. The jeans come next. I slide them down my legs, revealing my tight-fitting black boxer briefs. Kicking them off, I stand up tall and straight for her. She rewards me with a loud wolf whistle.

“Come on! I wanna see some man meat baby!” she cheers.

“Really?” I lower my briefs to the top of my stiffening cock. I'm not even halfway hard. Yet. Fuck.

She nods her head quickly and sits up. Crossing her legs, she leans forward and continues to stare hard at my mid-section. My cock twitches just from the intensity of her stare.

Grinning, I push my boxer briefs down my legs and step out of them. As I stand back up, I hear her quietly gasp.

I walk towards her, my cock bobbing, and when I am almost a foot away she gets a silly grin on her face. Her eyes light up with amusement and she says with a smirk, “It doesn't look nearly as big as I thought it was.”

I growl, jumping towards her. Landing on top of her, I smile and lean down to kiss her lips. I know she was just teasing, trying to get me worked up, but let's see if she still thinks I'm small after I destroy her cunt.

Avery

God, the things this man does to me. Being in his room, on his bed, squirming beneath his stroking hand, I feel utterly possessed by Chase. Utterly claimed by him as he presses his kiss against my lips and the tips of his fingers slip beneath my panties.

He uses my own wetness to swirl around my clit in tight circles.

“Chase,” I pant against his mouth and my hips rock.

There’s a warm pressure building inside me. I’m so very aware that I’m still dressed, but he’s on top of me, completely naked. His cock is already hard and within in my reach. But each time I try to grab it, his body moves, blocking my hand.

“You’re already wet for me,” he murmurs against my lips as if he appreciates it, as if he’s amazed by it.

I groan, my back arching as his fingers drag down. They probe at my entrance, so thick, so tempting. Then, without warning, he thrusts his fingers hard and deep inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” he purrs into my lips then he kisses me, his tongue plundering my mouth.

I don’t know how he can do both at once. The way his tongue moves, the way his fingers move, I’m so overwhelmed. I keep trying to focus on both but it’s too much. He moves his fingers in and out of me, as if he’s tracing me, memorizing me while his tongue clashes against mine. Hungrily he swallows my moans.

His fingers curl, he rubs them across that sensitive spot. I reach up and grab at his head, yanking at his hair. Crying out in his mouth.

He never stops.

If anything, he seems encouraged by my actions. Totally spurned on. His fingers pump harder and harder. The warm pressure continues to build and build. My thighs tighten around his hand. I feel like I’m going to burst.

“Stop, Chase, I’m going to come!” I gasp into his mouth and he chuckles.

“Come, Avery,” he encourages me. “Come on my fingers my raven-haired beauty.”

I thr

ash my head back and forth. Fighting the pressure, fighting the release.

“No,” I groan out desperately. I don’t want to come like this, and so soon. I want to come impaled on his cock.

“Don’t fight it,” he growls huskily. His teeth nip at my lip, then he stamps hot kisses down my throat. “Don’t fight me. You can’t win.”

I know he’s right, I’m no match for him, but still I fight it. Fight the pressure. Fight the wet heat swelling inside me. Something about coming on his fingers just feels too vulnerable, too raw.