Daniel didn’t intend for me to figure that out the other night on the roof. But he offered something I couldn’t ignore. A gift I would never forget. He bared his soul in one kiss, opening up a world of sensual desires I had never cared about until now. He promised pleasure in place of pain and trauma, and I desperately craved his touch, his kiss, and even his dominance.
Shocked, I couldn’t believe he offered to be fuck buddies.
Sex without strings? Without complications? No feelings. No expectations. Just making each other come whenever we felt like it, taking solace in touch without having to add the burden of emotion or the toll of our mental baggage.
Hell yeah. I could keep my secrets and we’d both be happy, neither of us having to deal with relationship stress.
I placed my hand on his chest, exhaling a deep breath before I took the plunge. “Yes, Daniel. I accept your proposal.”
SKYLA’S SMALL HANDlifted, resting on my chest. Her eyes darkened with the same need that stirred in my groin. “Yes, Daniel. I accept your proposal.”
I hadn’t fucked a woman in five fucking months. Not since my Cindi died, and now all that pent-up need took over, ruling my thoughts and actions as my hand wrapped around her neck and I pulled her into me, making sure she understood what happened next.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, Skyla. Last chance to back out.”
“I want this, Daniel. I wantyou.”
Those three fucking words did something wicked to my brain, conjuring all the ways that my cock would fill her, drawing out her pleasure for hours in my bed.
I thought of nothing else last night after she left the nursery, and I put Zara to bed for the night.
There was a reason I chose Skyla. Since the night on the roof, I couldn’t stop reliving the memory of the kiss we shared. Her enthusiastic response. The submissive way she let me seize control. Hell, even the breathless, bold desire she didn’t bother to hide.
She brought something dead inside me back to life. I felt the first stirrings of arousal, my dick hardening as I imagined fucking her right there under the stars. The desire for something other than death, bloodshed, and revenge was almost foreign. I almost lost myself to darkness. To the Reaper. The demon inside me began to crave something new.
Skyla.
Her soft, sultry voice. The flare of her hips and that thick, tempting ass. I couldn’t stop imagining about her cunt. Her taste. Clean and irresistible? Bare or not? Would she grip my cock as I filled her, tightly clamping down as she came all over me?
And then my desires sparked to life, the darker ones I kept hidden from Cindi, but I’d be free to explore without judgment with Skyla. Bondage. Paddles and whips. Knife play. Pain and pleasure combined, one heightening the other.
The Reaper inside me grew excited. We wanted to try all these new experiences and hoped she’d let us.
My lips brushed across Skyla’s soft, quivering lips. “Get naked.”
She swayed a moment on her feet and then obeyed, kicking off her shoes. The sound of the zipper on her jeans lowering sent the blood in my head south. I nearly groaned as my cock swelled, and my attention focused on the material leaving her ass and thighs exposed.
She stepped out of the jeans and ripped off her t-shirt, followed by her bra.
Generous, full tits popped free, dark nipples pebbling under my scrutiny. Her hands slid down her stomach, reaching for her underwear when I shook my head.
“No. I don’t want to expose your pussy yet.”
She nodded, biting her bottom lip as she awaited further instruction.
Good girl.
“Lay down on the bed and open your legs wide.”
Once she settled, I had her move closer to the edge of the bed. Staring at her from a few feet away, I quickly undressed, leaving only my boxer briefs, tented by my erection. I wanted her to see how aroused I’d become, how much she fucking turned me on.
Skyla rose to her elbows, keeping her legs spread open as she watched me. Her chest panted lightly, betraying the excitement she couldn’t hide.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, turning abruptly to walk into my closet and pulling out a black box that concealed the contents.
“Yes,” she replied without hesitation, her voice firm.
The Reaper enjoyed her honesty. He could sense lies on occasion and knew she spoke the truth.