“I really wish I could believe you.”
“Why doubt me?” he asked. “I’m not going to lie to you. In fact, I haven’t lied to you once while you’ve been with me, have I?”
She looked into his eyes and knew he spoke the truth.
There hadn’t been any lies. Whenever Preacher has been close, he’d told her. Reaper had been completely and openly honest with her every single step of the way.
“I…” There were no words.
Instead of pulling away and fighting these feelings, she leaned in close and kissed him, this time a little harder than normal.
He looked up at her, stroking her cheek.
Sliding her tongue across his lips, he opened up, and she deepened the kiss. Moving out from beneath the blankets, she got as close to him as was possible. She wasn’t wearing any panties as she straddled his lap and she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her core.
There was no fear.
No pain.
Nothing.
In fact, she felt nothing but pleasure.
An overwhelming need for release, to feel his hands all over her body.
After lifting the bottom of her shirt, she pulled it up and over her head, throwing it across the room, not caring a single bit where it landed. Cupping his cheek, she leaned down, brushing her lips across his as he sat up. His large hand held her back, sliding down to grip her ass.
She released a moan, wanting him even more.
“Is this what you want?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I don’t want you to regret this.”
“I won’t. Touch me, Reaper,” she said.
He gripped her ass and rocked against her. The way his cock rested, she let out a moan as he touched her. The tip of his cock grazed her clit.
Within seconds, he turned her, putting her to the bed, and she stared up at him. He kissed her hard, bruising, and she moaned his name, not wanting him to stop. He didn’t.
“Please,” she said.
“Do you want my mouth and hands on your pussy?”
“Yes.”
He kissed her again before trailing his lips down her body, going to her breasts. She gasped as he licked over each tight bud before moving to the next. He bit down, making her cry out, but he soothed it. The pleasure went straight to her clit and she spread her thighs even wider, desperate.
Reaper slowly moved past her stomach, then between her thighs. His large hands held her open.
She lifted up and watched as he used his fingers to keep her open. As his tongue slid between her slit, she gasped. The moment he grazed over her clit, she screamed his name.
“You taste so fucking good.”
She arched up as he took her clit, sucking on her nub. His fingers teased over the entrance of her pussy before he added a finger. He fucked inside her, licking her clit, then added a second finger. He spread them out and she rocked against him, feeling the beginning of her orgasm.
Her body tightened.
She couldn’t think.
There was no thought.
“Please, please, please.”
Reaper brought her to orgasm, and she screamed his name, not wanting him to stop, feeling him in every single part of her. She begged for more, hungry and desperate, and Reaper didn’t stop licking and sucking at her clit until she came with a second release.
This time, as he moved over her, she was more than ready.
He paused.
“Why did you stop?” she asked.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, please, Reaper, I want you.”
He placed the tip of his dick inside her, and she stared into his eyes, as inch-by-inch, he took her.
He held on to her hands, putting them at either side of her head, holding her in place as he started to rock within her. She cried his name and as he got to the last inch, he slammed inside, making the ache within her pulse back to life for more.
At first, Reaper was slow, taking his time, but he built up a pace, rocking deeply within her, making her scream and moan for more.
“Please,” she said.
“You’re so wet and tight. Fuck, I can feel you. You feel so fucking amazing.” He growled her name, not wanting to give up, but to take her all the time. Over and over, he pounded inside her, fucking her harder than ever before, and this time, Robin loved it.
When he came, she watched him, feeling his dick as it pulsed within her, and knew she was in big trouble.
Chapter Fourteen
Her time with Reaper
The following morning, Robin opened her eyes, feeling the ache between her thighs. She turned, reaching out for Reaper, only to discover the bed empty where he should have been.
“Reaper?”
She sat up and the hotel room was empty.
After sliding out of the bed, she quickly pulled some clothes on before heading to the bathroom. She used the toilet before washing her hands. After her hands, she brushed her teeth, ran a comb through her hair, and then left the hotel room.