Page 41 of Infinitely Mine
Her inner walls gripped me, and I panted, slowly withdrawing and pushing in deeper while my hips began to thrust. I made it about halfway before she cried out my name.
Fuck.
“You okay?”
“Yes, it’s just so much. I’m so full.”
“There’s a lot more,” I grunted.
She slipped her hand between us, feeling how I stretched her. “Keep going.”
I watched her for any sign that this was too much. I rocked in and out, going deeper but still not fully buried to the base like I wanted to be. Impatience flashed through me, and I held the Reaper back.
“Do it, Waylen.”
I dropped my head, taking her mouth as I shoved the rest of the way inside, swallowing her scream. After that, I could move freely and pumped my hips, teaching her body how to receiveme. My thumb dropped to her clit and strummed in tight circles, coaxing her body to relax.
She grew slicker, and the way eased even more. I felt her walls fluttering around my cock, wrapping me in her tight heat. Soft mewls left her lips as the pleasure feathered across her face. The wet, carnal sounds of our fucking filled the room.
I focused on the sound of our flesh slapping together. The sucking of her cunt as it devoured my dick. My spine tingled.
“You feel so fucking good, Ro, baby. I could stay inside you all day.”
“Waylen,” she keened, arching her back.
I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock. The way she gripped me, hugging the length, consumed me. Sweat beaded on my brow. My hips plunged. I kept up the pressure, the deep strokes, taking her for the wild ride I promised.
Her cunt spasmed, squeezed me, and then clamped down so hard that I almost got ejected. Sticky fluid coated me, and I rode her harder, deeper, lifting her legs over my shoulders as I watched my cock disappear inside her.
I fucked her through the orgasm and never stopped until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I shuddered with my release.
My hips pumped her full of my cum, and I stayed inside her, refusing to pull out yet. Even as the bliss and aftershocks faded, I grew hard again. I rolled my hips, slowly moving within her as she lifted her hand and caressed the side of my face, her fingers sliding along my beard.
“I love you, Waylen Riggs.”
“You’re my fucking everything,” I growled, knowing she understood. More than love. Deeper than fate. Harder than humanely possible. She was loved by the man, adored, and cherished by the Reaper.
It didn’t take long for us both to reach completion a second time. We stayed locked together, riding out the waves, until Ifinally rolled off her and rested against the mattress. I brought her into my embrace and kissed her temple.
“That was amazing,” she breathed. “I’ll be sore tomorrow, but in a good way.”
“Too much?” I asked, frowning as I thought of her in pain.
“No, the right kind of ache. The one that makes me want to be filled by you again.”
My pride enjoyed that.
We didn’t talk much, but words weren’t needed. After a few minutes, I heard her even breathing and knew she drifted off. I didn’t have that luxury. My mind was far too active, consumed with finding Dag and Killer. No one threatened my woman.
I didn’t want to leave her. I preferred staying and resting for a few hours before we went another round, but in order to do that, I had to deal with the threat and eliminate it.
I slid from the bed and covered her, knowing I would trade my life for hers and Jacob’s if it ever came to that. It wasn’t something I ever experienced before now. That sacrifice and overwhelming surge of love almost brought me to my knees.
I loved this woman and her child so fucking much.
“DID YOU FIND THOSEfuckers?” I asked with a growl, staring Xenon down as I stood behind his chair.
He threw a smug smile over his shoulder. “Of course I did, V.P. Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to, man? No one does shit in our territory without me knowing about it.”