Banging Reaper (Pounding Hearts 1)

Then his eyes flash open. They burn down at me, two dark embers smoldering me, igniting my core with a liquid fire. He reaches down and combs his fingers through my damp hair. Then he grabs me by the back of the head and pushes himself down my throat.

“Don’t stop, baby. Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

I moan against his velvety flesh as he fills me, my lips stretching around him. Sucking in a deep breath to prepare myself, I fill my nostrils with his scent. He smells like the water, the soap, and musk.

I want to swallow all of him and I take as much of him as I can down my throat. But he’s too big and too thick. I find myself gagging and fighting it, tears filling my eyes before I accept it’s not going to work and give up.

Pulling back, I suck in my cheeks as I slide him out of my mouth until I’m sucking on only his head. I swirl my tongue around him in tight circles. I follow his vein, pressing against it with the tip of my tongue. In my hand, I feel his cock twitching. I can taste and smell his precum on my lips.

Closing my eyes, I push forward once more, taking him as deep as I can. Once he hits the back of my throat and I find myself gagging, I lean back, letting him slide out. I do it over and over, finding a rhythm I can handle.

“Is this how you want to take care of me?” Chase grits out, his fingers tightening in my hair.

I moan my answer against him, sliding my tongue back and forth as I savor the taste of him. I may be the one on her knees in the water, but with him in my mouth and in my hand, I feel like I have all the control. I have the power.

“Fuck, Avery, if you don’t stop I’m going to come in your mouth.”

I know he’s saying it as a warning but I take it as encouragement. I bet he’s close. Eagerly, I push myself forward faster. I suffer the gag for a second longer.

Chase’s fingers pull at my hair and he uses it to pull me off of his cock. His cock exits my mouth with a wet popping sound.

I whine and try to grab him but he grabs me by the shoulders and hauls me up.

“What the fuck, Chase?” I ask breathlessly as he pushes me into the tile wall. Did I piss him off? Why did he stop me? I know he was close.

“Not like that,” he growls and steps forward. “It’s been too long.”

One of his hands slides up, cupping my cheek. The other slides down and grabs my breast. “I want to bury myself deep inside you.”

He squeezes my breast then his fingers pinch and pull on my nipple. I groan, arching against the slick tile wall as it feels like my belly fills with a tight warmth.

Chase steps closer until I feel the sticky head of his cock poking me in the stomach. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

“You can’t,” I tell him. “You’re hurt.” My voice sounds soft and wispy. I feel so breathless.

Chase chuckles darkly.

I reach down and wrap my fingers around his cock. I stroke my hand up and down his damp length. He groans and I say, “Let me take care of you. I don’t want you to hurt.”

Chase reaches down and grabs me by the wrist. Then he lifts my arm above my head and pins that wrist to the wall. “Don’t you worry about me.”

His fingers drag down my cheek then travel down between the cleft of my breasts. My breasts feel incredibly heavy against my chest as I pant. My nipples are so tight, so hard, it almost hurts.

His fingers continue to drop lower and lower. My tummy tightens as his tips brush across it. He tells me to, “Just focus on what you feel.”

His fingers stroke across my mons and then slide through my soaked folds.

“Chase,” I gasp.

His head drops and he swallows my next gasp with his mouth.

Chase kisses me, his mouth, his tongue ravishing me as his fingers slide back and forth. My knees feel weak, now it’s my legs that tremble. It’s so hot, so steamy, I can barely breathe. I start to feel lightheaded only to be shocked into awareness as his thick fingers suddenly thrust into me.

My clit throbs against his palm as he pumps his fingers deep, all the while I can’t help but cry out into his mouth. He seems to enjoy my moans. Drinking them from my lips, savoring them. Pumping harder and harder the more I cry out.

Growling as I tremble.

“This is mine,” he tells me before his tongue lashes my tongue. “This sweet, wet pussy is mine,” Chase says, nipping at my lip.