Reaper's Wrath (Road to Salvation A Last Rider's Trilogy 2)

Conscious of it being her first time having a man’s hands on her, Reaper started arousing Ginny slowly, letting her feel the sharp nip of his teeth on her nipple, then soothing it with his tongue. Learning the taste of her skin, he glided his mouth to her other breast as he unconsciously moved closer to her side.

Darting kisses between her breasts and down to her waist, he discovered a belly button that was so sensitive that he had her twisting on the sheet.

“If you had done this during T.A’s wedding, we would have been arrested,” she moaned out.

“No.” Using his fingertips, he peeled her panties off. “Most of the guests were Last Riders—they would have joined in.”

“Huh?”

Shocked at what he said, she started to rise into a sitting position. Reaper pushed her back down.

Going to his knees, he spread her thighs to see the pretty pink of her pussy. Pressing a finger to her clit, he saw she wasn’t wet enough to take him, so he began playing with the shy petal. The flashes of memories that had destroyed his attempts before were nowhere in sight as he gradually eased one finger inside of her.

“You worked at the clubhouse; did you never go upstairs?”

From her shocked reaction, he knew she hadn’t. However, he couldn’t help teasing her, especially when it was making his finger wetter.

“No, I wasn’t allowed upstairs. And even if I had, I wouldn’t have watched.”

Removing his finger, Reaper went down on her to drive his chaste, little virgin out of her mind. He smiled against her pussy when she tried to close her thighs.

“Did I tell you to move?”

She returned her legs back to her spread-eagle position.

Lifting her ass into his hand, he lifted her higher against his mouth as he stroked his tongue inside of her, making her tight channel loosen so he could drive the length of his tongue into her.

Ginny gave another breathy little moan that had his cock pushing upward to his stomach.

“You’re so fucking tight.” Pulling his tongue out, he started playing between her labia again, feeling the welcoming wetness he was searching for.

Getting to his feet, he stared down at her on the blue sheet. Every part of her body was ready for him, from her taut breasts to her damp pussy, which was softly glowing with her glistening juices. Removing his pants, his desire was burning, fueling his actions and holding his nightmares at bay. Sinking to his knees between Ginny’s soft thighs, contrasting to his more muscular ones. The view gave him a surge of masculinity, wanting to seek out and conquer her mysterious depths.

Placing his cock at the beginning of her opening, he froze.

“Gavin … make love to me. Please ….”

Placing a hand on sheet beside her shoulder, he braced himself to move away from her when Ginny clamped her thighs around his hips and lifted up.

Giving a low groan, Reaper sank deep into Ginny’s depths and didn’t come up for air. He was sucked into the sensations, as if he dived into an undiscovered mysterious cove that held a beauty he had never experienced before.

The hungry movements of their bodies moving on the sheet showed the everlasting beauty that could be achieved when two bodies moved as one. Every stroke of his cock had them diving lower until nothing but the serene-turned-tempestuous passion had them grasping for something just out of reach, a feeling that was uncharted, neither knowing it was there until they found themselves in a place of such glorious beauty, unable to believe it existed until experiencing it.

Gasping for breath, Reaper managed to lift his head to stare down into Ginny’s eyes, seeing the tears sliding out of the corners.

“Did I hurt you?” Starting to detach himself, he stopped when she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“No. Did I hurt you?” she asked.

“No.” He couldn’t understand why she asked until she lifted fingertips from his cheeks to show him.

“Was that real?”

“About as real as you can get.” Kissing her tears away, he slipped his hand to her jaw to lift her face to his. “I never felt like that before. Not even—”

She pressed her fingers to his lips. “Please don’t say her name, not today. Please … I just want this to be between you and me.”

He gently clasped her wrist, feeling the bracelet underneath. “I wasn’t going to say her name. What I was going to say was not even in my wildest imagination.”

“Wild man, I find that hard to believe,” she teased. “You’ve been a Last Rider for a long time, even before you were engaged. I might not have gone upstairs, but I have ears. I came in early one morning and caught Lucky and Rider dressed as pirates, chasing Willa. I can totally believe you might have played a few of those adventures yourself.”