Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Ivy
My mind is in a fog, consumed with thoughts of Reaper. Not just any thoughts either. Ones of his mouth and what he can do with it.
Reaper’s hands on either side of my ass lift me up onto my desk. His chest leans in, pushing me backward while those wonderful warm hands of his move to my thighs, where he slides my skirt up, exposing my black boy short cut panties that have white daisies scattered across them.
I whimper a protest when Reaper breaks our kiss. Beautiful dark brown eyes meet mine before his gaze trails down my body to where my panties are exposed.
“Fuckin’ sexy, Precious,” he groans. The fingertips of one hand glide along the inside of my thigh and beneath my panties. My breath hitches when Reaper’s fingers graze over my already wet entrance. “Already ready for me, baby. Love it.”
I arch into his touch, needing more and getting just what I ask for.
Reaper bends forward, presses his lips to mine, trails his mouth down, licking, sucking, and nipping along my skin as he goes.
All the while, his fingers toy with my entrance, barely sinking more than the tip of his finger into my entrance.
“Reaper,” I moan, pleading with my body for more.
Reaper lifts his head from where he is near the top of my pelvis and where I want his mouth most of all.
His eyes come to mine, and my breath all but leaves my body.
“Precious, from now on, when I’m fuckin’ you, touchin’ you, anything that involves me and you alone, you don’t call me Reaper. You use my real name, Daniel.”
Oh . . . um . . . wow. He wants me to call him by his real name.
Daniel.
God, it’s a beautiful name too. I love it.
“Daniel,” I whisper his name and watch as his eyes flare. Reaper rewards me by sinking a finger into my pussy instead of toying with my entrance.
“Good girl, baby, now I’m gonna fuck you like I need to, and then later I’m taking my time exploring this delectable body that’s now all mine,” Reaper rasps gruffly.
Reaper’s finger leaves my entrance, and the feel of his cock entering me is all I know. I wasn’t paying attention to when he could have released himself from his jeans. I’m just glad to have him inside me.
“Daniel,” I moan his name, and he, of course, once again, gives me what I want. Sinking all the way home, filling me with his thickness. Oh yes, I love how he fills my pussy with his massive cock.
“Fuckin’ tightest pussy,” Reaper growls, pulling out until only the head of his cock still sits inside. He slams forward, taking me to the hilt. I scream his name, and he begins powerful thrusts.
“Oh God, Daniel, yes,” I pant, arching deeper into him, loving the way he’s taking me.
My orgasm builds and starts to overtake me before Reaper switches up his movements and starts pounding even harder, shooting me straight into orgasmic bliss. Reaper follows right behind me, his cock twitching inside me as he comes.
“Fuck me, Precious, that was just the beginning of what I’m gonna do to you later, but it was damn good.
I love the way you light up for me.” Reaper’s gruff voice sends a thrill of excitement through my entire body.
Including my pussy as it clenches Reaper’s cock.
“Yeah, baby, love that too. The way you tighten for me.”
Reaper pulls out of me, and I moan in protest wishing to be able to keep him there for a while longer.
My legs fall from his waist, and he steps back, pulling me with him.
Reaper reaches over and grabs a couple of tissues from the box on my desk.
He shocks the hell out of me by cleaning me up just a bit before bending and pulling my panties back up.
I’m too stunned for words with the way he tenderly takes care of me.
Once my skirt is back in place over my hips, covering my ass, Reaper cups my cheeks in his hands. “Let me take you home and cook you dinner.”
Whoa.
“Dinner?” This man baffles me.
“Yeah, Precious, dinner.” He grins.
What in the world is going on here? Have I gone down the rabbit hole? What happened to the asshole from the other day? In fact, what the hell am I thinking having sex with him and letting him call me his ol’ lady?
I have got to be losing my mind.
“Reaper,” I mutter, becoming frustrated by the second. “What is going on here? You’ve been nothing but a . . .”
“I know, Ivy, and I’m gonna make it up to you,” he murmurs, bringing his forehead to rest against my own. “I’m sorry for what I said about your dad and you.”
The way those words come out gravely tells me Reaper doesn’t ever apologize to anyone. This is massive for him.
“Thank you,” I whisper, holding back the tears that want to take over me. I don’t want to become emotional. I hate crying and don’t want this sexy man to see me do so.
“Come on,” Reaper tries once again.
“Um, Reaper, I’m still on the clock and hate to break it to you, but I’m not leaving yet. I still have things to get done. Inventory has to be . . .”
“Precious, you’re leaving with me,” Reaper proclaims, crossing his arms over his chest.
“No, I’m not and don’t think you can tell me what to do,” I say cocking my hip.
“Ivy, I’m warning you.”
Is he serious right now?
Turning away from Reaper, I grab the clipboard. “Just because you claim I’m your ol’ lady or whatever doesn’t give you the right to tell me what to do. I have a job, and I would like to keep it,” I say, swinging back to face the man who is infuriating.
“Ivy, you leavin’ with me wouldn’t be cause for you to lose your job since it’s my fuckin’ name on your check. You ain’t gonna lose it by leavin’ with your ol’ man to go home to spend the rest of the afternoon with him. Now get your shit, and let’s go,” Reaper snaps.
“Don’t talk to me like that, Reaper. I’m not a possession or someone to be talked down to,” I snap back.
“Precious, I know you’re not a fuckin’ possession or someone to talk down to.
My momma didn’t raise me to not take care of my woman when I claimed her, and Precious, I’ve claimed you.
You’re mine. I would never treat you like a nobody.
To be an ol’ lady is a special honor and one I never thought I would be giving to anyone.
Now get your shit, and let’s fuckin’ go home so I can feed my woman and then fuck her all God damn night. ”
Um.
Wow.
Talk about mind-blowing.
To be an ol’ lady is a special honor and one I never thought I would be giving to anyone.
I can’t believe he just said that.
It makes me kinda special.
Unable to speak, I place the clipboard down on my desk and grab my purse.
I pull my keys out, ready, intending to drive.
My mind is racing a hundred miles an hour right now with all sorts of thoughts.
Some of them make me nervous about my future.
Other parts of it make my heart want to leap for joy that my life is turning out the way it is, and I can’t wait to see what’s going to happen next.