Chapter 10
Rowan
The second the door was closed, he put me down, steadying me so I didn’t topple over. My pussy was throbbing for him, wetness pooling between my legs, heart racing.
Closing his door behind him, he stood there, a hulking hunk of a man who had every intention of doing what I had wanted for far too long.
“Come here, Rowan.”
It wasn't a request, and I knew it. But, I also knew that if I wanted to leave, he’d let me. He was a beast, sure, but he had morals.
My feet were moving before my brain had caught up. Stopping just out of his grasp, I saw the way his eyes darkened. Goosebumps flooded my skin.
He growled slightly, but before I could react, he’d closed the distance between us.
His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing slightly before he pulled me into him.
Reaper swallowed my gasp, sealing his lips over mine.
I moaned into it, wrapping my arms around his neck.
His hand fell from my throat and ran down my sides, pulling me up into his arms. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
Reaper led me to the large bed, sitting me down on the edge and stopping, his chest rising and falling fast. “Last chance, Rowan. Once I start, I’m not stopping.”
My body was humming as if it were on a livewire.
I grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “Shut up, Reaper.” Yanking on his shirt, he fell forward, bracketing my body with his forearms so as not to crush me.
I kissed him this time, relishing the feel of his full lips on mine, his tongue tangling with mine.
His cock was pressing hard against my stomach, reminding me of just how big he was.
I moaned, wanting him lower, pressing against my core.
His chuckle was warm, and devilish, as he kissed down my jaw, neck. His hands moved under my shirt, his rough skin scoring over the sensitive flesh of my tummy. I wondered what he thought of my extra weight, did it repulse him?
As if he sensed my unease, he lifted my shirt, his eyes on me as he left a trail of kisses over my abdomen, his tongue snaking its way down to the top of my pants. My back arched as he traced over the sensitive flesh there.
God, he was a god, and I was about to be worshiped by him.
Reaper had my shorts off and on the floor in seconds, kneeling in between my legs, he kissed my thighs, licking a path up to my panties. His mouth was over me, pushing my panties between my folds. The rough lace was rubbing against my clit, causing me to arch my back off the bed.
He groaned as he shoved his nose into me, his mouth latching over my panty-clad pussy, tongue pushing my panties into me.
The friction was incredible, and frustrating. I wanted to feel his tongue, his mouth, I wanted to feel his groans as he devoured me. Reaper’s hands moved up the outside of my thighs, pulling them over his shoulders, before his hands were on the straps of my panties.
Riiiipppp!
I gasped when I felt the lace be ripped away from my body, the sound of my panties ripping with his effort, had my pussy throb even more.
I didn’t have to wait long. Reaper latched back onto my pussy, his nose pushing over my clit, sending my hips into a rotation I couldn’t control.
His tongue, diving between the folds. When he groaned, I felt the vibration hum through me, sending my back up off the bed, my fingers finding his hair and pulling.
I chanced a glance down at him, his eyes on my reactions which was so incredibly hot.
I could already feel my body fluttering with a release.
I’d never come with a guy before. I’d only ever come on my own.
What if he didn’t like how I tasted? What if it was too much?
Anxiety rolled through me until I felt his mouth move up to my clit and he growled as he sucked my clit into his mouth.
Fuck.
Why the fuck did that animalistic growl sound so goddamn good when he was down there?
A thick finger probed at my entrance, sliding into me, stretching me.
Reaper licked, lapped and sucked at me until I felt my body tumble over the edge.
I cried out, my fists grabbing onto the quilt of his blanket as the waves of pleasure washed over me.
Reaper didn’t let up, he lapped at my release like it was his first taste of water in the desert.
Moving up my body, he removed my shirt with ease, lowering me back onto the bed with care.
His trimmed beard was glossy with my release and his eyes blazed a hunger all of their own, but he didn’t move between my legs like I thought he would.
He fell beside me, on his side, holding his head up with one hand as he brought his wet fingertips up over my pelvic bone, up my abdomen, leaving a trail of me, before he pinched a nipple.
I moaned low and deep as his fingers caused a torrent of want to shoot through me.
“As much as I want to be between those thighs, Rowan, you need to come at least twice more.”
“Twice?” I almost screamed.
“Yeah, baby, twice more,” he said with a smirk.
His entire palm moved over my breast, squeezing just enough to have my hips gyrate, eager for attention.
Moving his hand up to my throat, squeezing just slightly, enough pressure to show me he was in control, but not enough to hurt or cut off my air.
“You’re so goddamn perfect. Look at you, a writhing fucking goddess waiting for me to worship. ”
“Wyatt…”
His chuckle was dark, gravelly, as if he was struggling as much as I was. “I’ve got you.”
He pulled my face to his, lips locking onto mine, as his hand moved between my legs, fingers sliding through my wetness and circling over my clit.
I gasped into his mouth at the delicious intrusion.
Two fingers slid down to my core and pushed inside.
I immediately felt the stretch, arching my body up, our lips parting as I cried out.
A thumb brushed over my clit, moving in tandem with his fingers inside me.
“Mmm, you’re so goddamn responsive, Rowan. I can’t wait to have my cock inside you.”
I groaned, because his words were turning me into a human puddle, as he picked up the pace.
The sensations were next level, nothing like I’d ever experienced before.
Mainly because I had a boyfriend, who had been more into men than me, and didn’t know how to find the clit–nor did he want to.
My toys never did this…god…was I coming already?
“Wyatt…”
I clutched onto his hand for support as he brought my second orgasm to the surface with a wave of cries, curse words and gasps.
“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear, licking a path from my jaw to my mouth.
His fingers continued their torment as my orgasm eased.
I was so fucking achy for him. I wanted him to plow into me like a car in a collision, fill me, stretch me, have me cry out his name – loud enough for the asshole skanks to hear it wherever they went. “Now, one more.”
I didn’t think I could. My body already felt like it was about to explode, my mind had clearly gone for holiday as I lay in a heap on his bed.
His fingers did the work, moving all over me, overwhelming my senses.
His mouth moving down to my breast, sucking a nipple into his warm mouth. It felt…divine.
Could you die from too much pleasure?
Reaper moved to my other breast, his head blocking the view of what his hand was doing.
My back arched, pushing my breast into his mouth more.
He suckled at my nipples just the right way, causing more ripples of desire to shoot down to my crotch.
How? How could I come again in such a short amount of time?
“Come for me, then I can stuff that sweet, tight pussy with my fat cock.”
Yep, that was it. I cried out as I came around his fingers, my pussy so wet, I feared I’d wet myself.
Reaper didn’t wait, he pulled me up to lay amongst his pillows, pulling his jeans and shirt off and getting as naked as I was before he climbed up onto the bed, pulling my thighs apart, and gazing down at my naked body like a man who won the lottery.
I felt empowered.
I felt…goddess-like.
I felt wanted.
Reaper
Jesus, she was perfect. Absolutely gorgeous with the soft lines of her hips, the little dip under her belly button before her bare pussy, all wet and swollen from me.
A work of fucking art. Her skin was tinted pink from the exertion, a sheen of sweat on her forehead from her orgasms. The picture of fucking perfection.
My cock was achingly hard, desperate to get inside her, but I already knew I’d blow fast. There’s no way I could go slow and gentle, not this time.
I wanted it every way with her. Slow and soft, hard and fast, kinky and taboo. Everything.
“This isn’t going to be gentle, Rowan, but I promise I’ll make it up to you later,” I grunted, pulling her thighs up over my hips and notching my cock at her entrance. The heat from her pussy softly enveloping the head of my cock almost sent me shooting straight into her.
“I don’t want it gentle, Wyatt. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Fast. Rough. Ruin me.”
Sweet fucking jesus, she was perfect for me.
“You’re going to regret saying that, baby,” I growled, gripping her hips and thrusting my cock into her in one push.
Rowan cried out, her nails scoring down my arms as she held on.
I bottomed out inside her, relishing the feel of her tight walls around my cock.
I let her stretch for a moment before I pulled out and did it again, and again.
The slapping of my balls hitting her ass was the only sound aside from her moans and my grunts as I fucked into her with everything I had.
Leaning forward, I held myself up on the headboard as I fucked her harder.
Her head was hitting the headboard slightly with every thrust, but she didn’t care.
She dug her nails in deeper, cutting me open, branding me just like I was her.
For so long I’d imagined what it would be like to have her under me, on top of me, on her knees for me.
And now, she was. It was better than anything I could have conjured up in my mind.
It was…everything. She may not know it yet, but she was irrevocably mine.
There was no way on this earth that anyone was going to have her like this.
The thought of pulling a kutte over her shoulders with Property of Reaper had my balls pulling tight, my release almost toppling me.
Fuck.
I angled myself so my pubic bone was hitting her clit with every pump. Rowan’s pussy fluttered around me, seizing my cock, making it hard to move. I drove through her orgasm with heavy thrusts, loving her scream and the way she cried out my name.
My real name.
My balls couldn’t take it anymore as I slammed into her twice more before I came hard, filling her.
Fuck me.
Perfection.
Falling to the side of her so I didn’t crush her, I tried to regain my breath.
Rowan mewled in pleasure, and I pulled her into my side.
Her soft hand came to rest on my chest, fingers dancing through the hair that I could see had a few stray greys amongst them. When the fuck did they start coming in?
Just another telltale sign that I was too old for her…and yet I couldn’t seem to care less in the moment.
“Don’t get sleepy on me, babe. I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Her light, sleepy laugh told me she needed the rest. I could give her that. Slipping out from under her, I looked over at her naked body. Her head on my pillow, blonde hair spilling out over my navy blue pillows. Her knee was up a little, showing me that pussy.
My pussy.
Now leaking my cum. What a sight she was.
Moving down the hall to the bathroom, I wet a washcloth and headed back to the bedroom, cleaning her softly so as not to wake her.
I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, there wasn’t a damn thing I wouldn’t do for this girl.
And that’s the problem.
Because now, I had something to lose.