Reaper (Valhalla Rising MC #3)

20. Reaper

20

Reaper

K yra moans against my mouth, and I dart my tongue out to caress the seam of her lips. The last few weeks, I’ve sworn to myself, over and over, that I wasn’t going to do this, wasn’t going to cross this line. Apparently, I’m helpless where she’s concerned.

My cock is unbearably hard. Every part of me wants to lift her into my arms, pin her against the wall, and fuck her senseless. Well, every part but the tiny one holding me back.

“More,” she demands, breaking the kiss for a split-second. “Need more.”

I guess I don’t have to hold back.

“Are you sure?”

Kyra nods, jumping into my arms. I catch her easily, my hands resting on her ass, and carry her to her bedroom. After kicking the door shut, I set her on her feet.

“Take your clothes off,” I demand as I unbutton and unzip my jeans to slide my hand down around my shaft. “Now.”

Her pupils dilate, and a sexy grin appears. I watch her strip, stroking myself to the brink. Only when she’s completely naked do I stop and begin to take off my own clothes.

“Oh, wow,” she breathes, her gaze running the length of my body from my eyes to my toes and back again. “You are… beautiful.”

I smirk. “Beautiful?”

“Stunning, sexy, gorgeous, hot… feel free to stop me at any time.”

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t dream of it,” I tease.

Rather than continue with the compliments, she closes the minimal distance between us and drops to her knees. My entire body stiffens when she tentatively licks my cock from base to tip.

Dear Odin, she’s gonna be the second death of me.

I’ve seen Kyra in so many different lights: mom, friend, boss, business owner. But this, this hot as fuck siren , is a light I could get used to.

She hollows out her cheeks and takes me deep into the back of her throat. I thread my fingers through her hair and guide her movements, fucking her mouth slow and steady. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman so it’s no surprise when my spine starts to tingle, and my balls draw tight.

I pull out of her mouth and urge her to her feet. Kyra licks her lips even as she pouts.

“Why’d you stop me?” she asks, her tone sultry.

“Because I was going to come down your throat,” I say ruefully. “And I’d rather come in your pussy.”

With my hands on her shoulders, I guide her backward until she hits the edge of the bed. Then I push her down onto the mattress and climb on top of her.

“I like this side of you,” she says.

I glance down at her body. “I like this side of you too.”

“Fuck me, Reaper.”

I line up with her entrance and push inside in one long, smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She cries out with pleasure, digging her nails into my ass cheeks, holding me in place.

“I’ve gotta move, babe,” I say, my teeth clenched.

She nods, releasing me enough to work my hips. Each stroke in and out, in and out, is pure bliss. She’s wet, warm, and incredibly tight for a woman who birthed twins. She’s fucking perfect.

Kyra buries her face against my neck, nipping and licking with each thrust. Her speed matches mine, and we ride the ridgeline of oblivion together. Rolling my hips, I make contact with that perfect bundle of nerves, and she bites into my flesh to keep from crying out as her walls flutter around me.

“That’s it,” I praise. “Come on my cock.”

Spasm, thrust, bite. Spasm, thrust, bite. Our rhythm doesn’t falter and soon that familiar tingle returns, and I’m crashing with her. When I’m spent, she’s still experiencing aftershocks so reaching between our bodies, I roll her clit between my thumb and forefinger.

“Oh, Jesus,” she moans. “Oh, God.”

This woman. She has so much to give, and she’s giving it all to me. I don’t deserve her, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to take what I can get.

Kyra goes limp beneath me, fully sated and relaxed. I roll to her side and tug her close. Every few seconds she moans so quietly I almost miss it.

“That good?” I ask, a teasing quality to the words.

She giggles. “You tell me.”

“Way better than good,” I admit.

“Agreed.”

“I think we should do it again.”

Her giggle turns into laughter. “Gimme a few minutes. I’m spent.”

“I’ll give you all the time you need.”