His sexual needs outweighed the ones of his heart, but I didn’t fault him for it. Trying to escape my past, I understand better than I could reveal.
“SKYLA,” I GROANED,gripping her ass and rolling her hips into mine. “Fuck.”
“Feel good?”
“Hell yeah.”
This position allowed my cock to bury deep, stretching her in the best way as I gripped her hips, tilting her back for the best angle.
“God,” she groaned, reaching up to play with her tits. Her fingers pinched her nipples and rolled them, tugging on the sensitive buds as they hardened. “You fuck me so good.”
“And you take my cock like a good girl.”
Flipping us over, I pushed her hands above her head, gripping her wrists tight. Hips plunging, grinding against her soft mound, I began to stroke in and out, taking my time. I wanted to make the minutes my dick buried inside her last.
This connection I felt, the way her pussy grabbed my dick, was unlike any I’d ever known. She seemed created just for me. Tight, wet pussy whenever I touched her. Daring and open to any position. Perfect bedroom eyes that fucked me as hungrily as her cunt. She wanted me, craved me and my cock.So goddamn intoxicating.
I started to realize I couldn’t lose her or what we had.
In the beginning, it was all lust. For us both.
But then things began to change as my Reaper began to covet Skyla. He craved her, joined me in fucking her, and grew insanely possessive and jealous.
I was a fucking fool to think I could stop myself from desiring more from Skyla than we agreed.
Feelings and emotions were inevitable.
The more I fought them, the harder my Reaper pushed back.
Now, as Skyla settled over my hips, riding me as her tits bounced with every thrust of my dick, I felt the nudge of my Reaper to deepen our connection. He wanted to coat her womb with our essence, knocking her up, preventing her from ever leaving us. Not that a bad ensured that, but he didn’t care.
I paused, staring down into Skyla’s face. “You make me feel alive,” I declared, feeling my cock twitch as she moaned, tilting her hips upward.
“You make me feel desired and beautiful.”
“Because you are,” I whispered huskily, pulling almost all the way out and then ramming forward as my balls smacked her ass.
She hissed, lifting her head to receive my kiss, taking my tongue and my dick like the perfect little whore that she was, my fucking little whore. My pussy to fuck and fill.Mine.
Shit. My Reaper nearly surfaced, and I had to take a few deep breaths before picking up the pace, rutting into her as the mattress squeaked beneath us. I pounded into her sweet, tight channel, losing myself in the orgasm that followed as she flooded us both with her juices.
Fuck. I really wanted to keep her forever, and that fucking terrified me.