“Spread your legs wider.”
She arched her back, giving me better access. Her toned thighs spread a little farther apart, and my Reaper rumbled his approval low in my throat.
“Love that firm, bouncy ass.” My hand rose and gave her a smack, watching the blood rush to the surface as she gasped.
“Again,” she whispered.
The Reaper chuckled. He liked that she desired a little pain with pleasure. I slapped her ass a second time, enjoying the hiss that escaped her little mouth. My hand slipped through her legs, cupping her mound.
“This pussy knows my touch already.”
“Yes,” she agreed, nearly whimpering.
Two fingers slowly slid backward, dragging through her slit, circling her channel as I coated my fingers with her dew. I dropped to my knees, sucking on the digits as a lengthy groan escaped. Grabbing her ass, I squeezed as I leaned in, thrusting my tongue inside her.
“Oh, shit,” she cursed, limbs trembling as she fought to remain upright.
Folding my tongue, I fucked her with it, kneading the flesh of her ass at the same time.
“Daniel. Daniel,” she moaned, rocking her hips. “Please.”
My Reaper snarled, snatching her around the waist and picking her up, my arm securing her against my body. We moved her to the desk, shoving the contents to the floor as she rested flat on her stomach. I had my cock in hand, stroking it before I realized the Reaper’s control was slipping. He intended to fuck her, and I couldn’t stop him.
One brutal thrust and I seated completely inside her, slowly beginning to pump my hips as I watched my dick plunging in and out. My Reaper was riveted, consumed with how her pussy gripped our cock. He wanted to try her ass, too, but it was too soon.
This wasn’t going to last long. I was too wound up. Combined with the excitement and carnal lust of the Reaper, I had zero control left.
“Skyla,” I growled, moving faster, rocking my hips. “Fuck. You feel so good.”
The desk moved a couple of inches, sliding across the floor as she held on to the edge, whimpering and making sexy little sounds that only enticed my Reaper further. He focused on where our bodies joined, watching how our cock disappeared inside her, and then withdrew. An intoxicating ripple of ecstasy swept across my skin.
The Reaper wanted to claim Skyla. I felt his infatuation and grit my teeth, unable to indulge in such a fantasy.
I already lost someone I loved once. My heart couldn’t take that again.
Denying him, I took my aggression out on Skyla and picked up the pace, fucking her until I didn’t have to think of anything other than her milking the cum from my dick.
Once she came, I pulled from her warmth, breaths ragged as I helped her turn over. She sat against the table as I turned my head, refusing to let her see the conflict on my face or any trace of my Reaper.
“Thanks, honey. That was just what I needed.”
Yeah, I knew I sounded like a dick, but I couldn’t let her know what she was starting to mean to me. In truth, what she already meant to my Reaper.
I left her there, walking to the bathroom, where I shut the door, leaning against it until I heard her leave my room. The door slammed shut, and I suspected I’d hurt her with my cold words. Probably didn’t help that I walked away from her, leaving her in my room to get cleaned up on her own.
It was better this way, keeping the distance between us. She didn’t need my bullshit, and I didn’t have the ability to give her anything more than a few orgasms and sincere thanks.
Did that make me an asshole? Maybe.
But I never promised more, and that appeased any guilt.
LOUD METAL MUSIC THUMPEDmy chest as the odor of weed, cigarettes, and booze saturated the common room. Friday night and the Crossroads filled with almost every member in attendance. Ol’ ladies and club girls mingled, staking their claim on their man. Some of the brothers already had a girl on their cock, either sucking or taking it in an eager hole.
Families weren’t present on nights like this. The parties were wild and out of control. Each member was free to do as he pleased, which meant pussy and liquor flowed all night long.
My gaze roamed the room as I entered, surveying the area. Bodie passed a bottle of beer into my hand as he approached, ticking his chin my way.
“What’s up, brother? You feelin’ a game of pool?”