Banging Reaper (Pounding Hearts 1)

“Come,” he repeats and his hot tongue lashes at my throat.

Then his mouth kisses lower and lower until his teeth are grazing over the cup of my bra. His fingers drive inside me relentlessly, not once faltering. He has the strength, the endurance and speed to outlast me. I know this, vaguely I even realize it. But something inside me still insists I hold out.

“No,” I whimper pathetically, but it’s no use. I’m stubborn but my body is just barely holding out.

Chase growls, “Yes.” I feel a sharp pain in my breast, right on top of my nipple. Just as the first wave of my orgasm hits me, I realize he’s biting me through my bra.

“Fuck,” I cry out, over and over as I’m swept up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I can feel my walls grabbing at him, milking his fingers as if they were milking cum out of his cock. My orgasm crashes into me so hard I’m a quivering, mewling mess when I finally start to come back down.

“Good girl,” Chase growls as he kisses me, swallowing up my moans.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as he slowly, torturously draws his fingers out. I’m extra sensitive and my thighs feel soaked.

He grins, a very smug grin, then licks his fingers, tasting me. My cheeks are so hot while I watch him. He seems to really enjoy the taste of me. He makes little rumbly noises in his throat. And if that’s not bad enough, when he’s done licking me off his fingers, he reaches down and wraps those same fingers around the base of his cock.

I can’t look away. I can’t help but watch with a new wave of heat rolling over my body while he strokes his glistening fingers up and down his thick length.

“Take your shirt off,” he commands me.

I continue to watch, mesmerized by him jerking himself while my fingers obey his command. Finding the hem of my shirt, I yank it up and toss it to the floor.

His eyes darken and they practically burn through my breasts as he orders me to, “Remove your bra.”

Fuck, a new wave of anticipation grips me. I just came but fuck if I don’t want him filling me with that beautiful cock.

With one hand I reach back, my own fingers effortlessly unsnapping my bra. Once the hooks are free, my straps immediately start slipping down my shoulders.

Chase growls and I watch a flush of red creep up his neck. I slip the bra off and toss it to the floor.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Chase growls as he looks at me, as he drinks in my breasts. He looks so strained, so tense as if he’s barely restraining himself. His fingers pump furiously up and down his cock. It looks as if his grip is painful.

“Now your pants.”

I reach down and push my pants down, wiggling my ass out. Chase growls almost viciously and a bit of precum leaks from his cock, hitting me on the thigh.

I reach down and our eyes lock. I swipe up some of that precum and dip my fingers into my mouth.

I, “Mmmm,” as I lick him from my fingers. He tastes salty and warm.

One moment Chase looks stunned as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing then the next he looks as if he’s about ready to explode.

“Of, fuck, now you’re going to get it,” he warns me and reaches out for me, grabbing me by the panties.

He tears the silky fabric down my legs, leaving a damp trail behind because they’re completely fucking soaked.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he breathes into my ear as he covers me with his body.

I grab onto his meaty shoulders for support then wrap my legs tight around his waist, locking them at the ankles.

“Good girl,” he groans and without warning I feel the swollen head of his cock sliding through my folds.

“I’m going to fuck you, Avery,” he tells me and then as if to torture me, he pushes the head of his cock against my oversensitive clit. My legs tremble, my breath catches in my throat.

“I’m going to fuck you my beautiful Raven girl,” he continues, as the head of his cock swirls and swirls.

My nails sink into his skin. Oh, fuck if he keeps this up, I’m going to come again.

“Because you’re mine,” he says with such force, with such authority as if just by speaking it makes it real.