Page 13 of Reaper

She drags in a heavy breath. “No, I won’t. I like being your special girl, Reaper.”

My cock is hard and grinding against her. It’s involuntary and there’s no turning back.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” She’s breathless. “Do what you want to me. You’re the first… ever.”

I blow out a breath and kiss her roughly, biting my way down over her shoulder and onto her chest. I figured she was a virgin, but having her untouched body offered up to me is too fucking much.

It’s depraved how much I want to sink into her tight little core for the first time. How desperate I am to make her scream, to spread her open, to mark her skin, to own her.

She’s panting as I pull up her dress and palm over her panties, grinding the heel of my hand against her soft core. Her eyes close and her hand scrubs down the length of my cock.

It’s dark and the sound of coyotes howling in the distance meld with the soft brush of the grasses that move with the wind.

“I want you to go hard with me, Reaper. Don’t take it easy just because it’s my first time. I want to feel you like you’re meant to be felt.” Her tone is needy and aching. It’s a pitch I haven’t yet heard from her.

My body reacts, and I slide her panties to the side, then push two fingers in, scrubbing against her tight, little walls. Every breath she takes is heavy and panting.

I couldn’t stop this if I wanted to.

I bite down on her shoulder, and she squeals and jumps, squirming against me.

“Oh my God!” Her head leans back, and her long hair falls away from her shoulders. “Yes! Don’t stop!”

“I have to, little cat. I need you on your knees for me.”

She drags in a staggered breath, then drops to her knees like a good little girl who wants nothing more than to please me.

Her mouth drops open, and she unbuckles my belt, tugging my jeans to the floor before wrapping my cock in her hand and licking her way up the shaft.

I hum under my breath and draw my fingers through her hair. She’s fucking gorgeous. I don’t know how I’ve held out this long.

“Good girl. Be a good fucking girl and take my cock in your mouth.”

Her little virgin mouth opens, and she slides me in inch my inch until she’s gagging on my length in the pale light of the moon.

I’m tempted to howl out with the wolves.

I grip the back of her head and push her onto my cock over and over again, thumping into her throat as she gags and coughs. I watch for a signal that it’s too much, but she moans deep in her throat as though she wants more.

Good fucking God, I’m going to fucking blow.

“You like my cock in your throat, little cat?”

She moans again and I force myself to pull from her mouth. If I stay any longer, this entire thing will be over right now. There’s no way I’m leaving tonight without fucking her.

When she’s up, I kiss her soft lips and cup her tits. “This is going to be embarrassingly fast, little cat.”

She giggles sweetly and lands against my chest. “I like knowing I please you.”

“Oh, you’re pleasing me.” I dip my fingers into her soaking slit again and thrust, watching her mouth hang open in pleasure.

I want to take my time with her, taste everything, touch everything, memorize everything, make this special, but I have no willpower. Right now, my cock is making demands.

Pulling my fingers from her pussy, I lick them clean, moaning as the taste of her sweet juices hit my tongue.

She shivers against my chest and stares up at me with wide eyes. “Fuck me. Fuck me right here.”