Banging Reaper (Pounding Hearts 1)

He releases my nipple with a wet smacking sound and rises up. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet.”

I writhe against the bed. My clit throbs painfully. He’s killing me. I’m literally going to die if I don’t get him inside my body. My nerves are frayed. Every cell of my body is crying with need.

“Chase, I need you inside me. Please fuck me,” I groan out and thrust my hips upwards. “Please.”

His fingers pause. I hear him suck in a harsh breath. Then he’s moving, his body sliding back up my body. He settles himself between knees.

“Fuck baby, you don’t have to beg.”

One of his hands cups my cheek, cradling me tenderly while his other reaches above me. At some point he must have thrown a condom on the bed. I see the flash of foil then see him tearing it open with his teeth.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this horny in my entire life. Something has to happen, something now. The throbbing is spreading, coursing down my thighs. If we don’t do something soon, the aching pulse of it is going to drive me completely out of my mind.

I reach out, plucking the condom from his grasp while saying, “Let me.”

Our eyes meet and I think for a moment he might try to stop me. But then Chase gives a nod of his head and I watch the muscles in his neck tense as I reach out and wrap my fingers around the base of his hard cock.

I take immense pleasure in watching his eyes close, squeezing together as if he’s in pain. He groans, his head falling forward as my fingers deftly unroll the condom down his hard length. Just as I reach the base, I start to stroke my hand back up to the tip.

His head snaps back up. His one hand grabs up both my hands to stop me. He lifts my arms, pinning them above my head.

“Last chance to back out, Avery,” he warns me.

I can’t back out. I’d do anything he’d ask me to do right now, I’m so crazy with need.

I jerk my hips up, my eyes meeting his eyes. I’m becoming bolder now, more desperate. “Do it,” I tell him. “You said I don’t have to beg.”

I feel a nudge, the head of his cock sliding through my lips. Something feral passes over his face.

He looks at me as if he wants to wreck me.

My breath catches. My lungs no longer work. The anticipation alone will be the death of me.

His fingers tighten against my wrists. His head drops as if he means to charge at me.

Then with one thrusting movement he’s filling me up, impaling me on his incredibly thick shaft.

I’m pretty sure my eyes just rolled into the back of my head. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full, so complete. He’s touching every single deep inch of me. It feels in order to accommodate all of him my body is threatening to burst at the seams.

But just having him inside me isn’t enough. Even though he’s stretching me, pushing my body to the limits of what it’s able to accommodate, my body wants more. He needs to move.

My walls clench around his cock.

He snarls out, “Fuck you’re tight,” through his teeth.

Fuck, I want to tell him, you’re so big.

He pulls back, his cock almost slipping from me.

“No,” I whine, finding my voice. “Don’t leave me.”

He drives suddenly forward, filling me with intense pleasure.

“Never,” he growls.

It’s the end of reality as I know it. Chase fucks me so hard, at some point I’m quite convinced he’s going to pound me through the mattress. The pressure grows until it feels as if every part of me is swelling.

My body rocks. The bed creaks. He never stops, never loses his rhythm.