Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
Not giving me a moment’s rest, Reaper’s palm collides with my ass again and again, until I cry out. Then he slams into me, fucking me hard, while the stranger licks my now overly sensitive clit until I’m on the edge again. He only gets up so another man can take his place.
This is straight out of the dirtiest dream I’ve ever had. Even dirtier because I’ve never dreamed about having sex with so many men at once.
“You want a cock in your mouth too?” Reaper suddenly asks, his fingers enveloping my throat. “A cock to suck on while I pound into you?”
My stomach does a little flip-flop, but I nod. This man knows me too well already. “Yes, please . . . ”
One of the guys steps forward—big, hard cock in his hand.
In one swift motion, Reaper turns us around so I’m facing the new guy, while the other one resumes his position between my legs, his tongue already back on my clit. Reaper takes my hand and wraps my fingers around the other man’s cock.
We both moan in unison as I start pumping his dick, while Reaper continues rutting into me. Harder this time, as if part of him is punishing me for touching another man or letting them touch me.
This is so incredibly dirty and totally outside my comfort zone, but I can’t make myself stop. I can’t make myself not crave every dark, depraved fantasy Reaper’s bringing to life. It’s like I’m addicted to him and everything he does to me.
When I entered the maze, this wasn’t what I had in mind.
I don’t even know what I expected, but it definitely wasn’t this.
Sex, not with one or two but three men at the same time.
With others watching, wanting to join, hoping for a chance, waiting their turn.
But it’s Reaper’s choice whether to share me with them or keep me to himself.
I moan as he pushes me down toward the third guy, his hand between my shoulder blades, dick still buried deep in my pussy.
“Open those pretty lips for him, little thief.”
My tongue glides over the long shaft, then I press my mouth to his tip, wrapping my lips around him. Abruptly, Reaper thrusts into me hard, pushing me forward so the other man’s cock is buried to the hilt in my throat.
I gag and moan as they all start to truly fuck me.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, giving up all control and being at their mercy. Not having to think anymore, but letting them decide what they want to do with my body, knowing I’ll get everything I want and need out of it.
Before I met Reaper, I couldn’t have imagined seeing myself this way.
And I still can’t imagine letting loose like this with anyone but him.
The deadly man I’ve never seen the face of.
The man who seems to know so much, if not everything, about me—and pushes me to do things I’ve never even dared to think about.
My moans mix with the men’s groans of pleasure and the wet sounds of our bodies colliding. Hands hold me down, and I feel the stranger’s cock getting bigger each time he hits the back of my throat.
He’s close. He’s so close, and I just need . . .
Reaper twists my wrists behind my back, sending a zing of electricity through my body. Now I’m truly at their mercy. At his mercy—because he’s the one in control, just like he was during our very first encounter in the abandoned church.
Only, now, I trust him enough to give me everything I need, and to know my body better than I know it myself.
“Take that cock.” Reaper grabs my hair and pulls my head back until my moans and whimpers drown out every other sound.
“I want everyone to hear you scream when you come on my cock, and mine alone. Scream for me.” He pumps into me faster, pushing my body to places I’ve never felt before. “Scream, little thief.”
And I do. I scream as the final climax detonates within me, sending shockwaves of pure bliss from my core through my whole body.
One after the other, the men come, groaning and grunting while watching us.
Reaper pistons into me like he’s lost all control, hitting all the right places deep inside me. His palm collides with my ass again and again, until I moan and sob, still riding out my own orgasm.
“Fuck!” He digs his fingers into my hips when his own climax takes over, and he fills me with his cum.
I gasp for air. My knees shake and give way. Reaper loops his arm around me, stopping me from falling to the ground. He holds me close to his chest.
I’m a panting, shivering, blissed-out mess. My mind can barely catch up with what happened. What we just did in front of—and with—the other guys . . .
Holy crap.
I’m still trying to catch my breath when Reaper straightens behind me.
“Leave us.”
It’s an order, and everyone follows it.
As I watch the men go, I don’t feel the least bit of disappointment. Not with Reaper still with me, holding me like I’m precious to him, his cock still inside me, fingers caressing my sweaty skin.
The hot tub seems more alluring than ever right now, but just as I open my mouth to suggest getting in, Reaper takes a step back, releasing me from his embrace.
A shiver races down my spine, my body already missing him.
“Come with me.” He pulls me into a corner and extinguishes the torchlight so the shadows swallow us both.
It’s so dark I can’t see a thing. I can only feel Reaper towering over me.
Then I hear the rustle of clothing, and . . .
Wait. Hang on a second. Is he taking off his mask?
“Reaper . . .?”
Suddenly, my muscles tense and my heart races for completely different reasons than before.
He doesn’t say a word, just takes my face into his hands.
Then he crushes his mouth to mine.