Reaper Unleashed (17 page)

He needed the underwear out of his way so he ripped them off her, throwing them to the floor beside them, and ran his hands from her knees up her inner thighs to the soft wet core of her pussy. His thumbs flicking lightly against her clit before rubbing gently, he nipped her breasts, kissing from one tip to the other.

“So fucking sweet, baby,” he growled, sitting back to take in the sight of her on his desk, naked except for the skirt balled at her waist and those hooker heels. It clashed so much with the wholesomeness of Sarah’s sweetness. It was a wicked contradiction, one he and his hardened cock wholly approved of.

She looked at him with heavy lidded eyes, her nipples swollen and red from his rough treatment and her body displayed for his pleasure. His hand caressed her ankles, loving the sexy view of her shoes hooked on the arms of the chair spreading her wide for him.

Leaning forward, he kissed the inside of her knees, first one then the other. He slowly began kissing towards her sweet pussy, alternating from one leg to the other until his kisses were hovering over her opening.

“Please,” she moaned as he allowed his breath to caress her hot core. He looked up at her seconds from tasting her, and his breath caught. His whole being seemed to seize in that moment with a need so piercing that he ached with it. He had wanted her for weeks, to the point he was almost crazed from the want, the need.

Only it wasn’t just a need for this, it was a need for so much more, more of her, all of her. He wanted every part of this woman to be his and that frightened him more than anything ever had.

His mouth watered and the scent of strawberries and woman overtook him. He leaned forward and took her into his mouth. He licked along her wet folds before his tongue moved to spear into her, his thumb flicking over her throbbing clit. Crying out in mindless need, she clutched his hair, begging him not to stop. He wanted to tell her he wouldn’t, no, couldn’t stop, not until he’d tasted the sweetness of her, drowned in it. He craved the flavor of her pleasure flooding his tongue. He needed that, had wanted it for weeks. He was almost to the point he’d beg for it and he knew he’d never felt that way with another woman, never with anyone except Sarah.

He thrust his tongue into her again, feeling her hips lift off the desk towards him with satisfaction. His hand slid beneath her bottom lifting her into his mouth as his hand sank into her flesh. She let out a needy cry that tore into him with the sheer purity of the need it implied she felt. He’d wanted this, required it.

Her sweetness only made him thirst for more as he sucked at her nectar, requiring it more than he required his next breath. Reaper felt his lust for this woman burn into his brain like a brand. She mewled, her body lifting into his face seeking more. Her hands pulled at his hair, bringing him closer to her wet core. He loved the sheer passion she gave to him as he took everything she offered him.

He thrust his tongue into her honeyed depths, the ache in his cock pulling at him. It wanted out to play. He’d waited so long to touch her and now that he had her in his grasp, her taste in his mouth, he knew he wanted more.

Sarah held desperately to Reaper’s hair, her body betraying her in its need for this man’s touch. She’d wanted to refuse to allow him to take her here where he’d admitted to taking other women. She hated that she was just another woman he’d taken in his office, even if he did lock the door. She wasn’t sure if locking the door was because he felt differently about her than he did other women or that he thought she wouldn’t let him touch her if he didn’t.

She wanted to demand the answer, only her body burned for him so hotly that once he had touched her, she’d gone up in flames. They were so hot she knew she would never find a way to quench them. They were awakened the moment he’d sucked her nipples into his mouth and by the time his tongue was spearing into her depths like a blade of hot fire, she was lost. She clenched his hair, riding his tongue as Reaper cupped her ass tilting her to his mouth.

He pulled back suddenly, his mouth wet with her body’s juices, making her want to blush in embarrassment even as she reveled in the knowledge that his grey eyes glittered with a dark need she didn’t really understand.

“Come for me. I need to taste it, baby, feel it on my tongue,” he growled before he was tilting her and his mouth covered her pussy again. His hot tongue licked over the wet folds and his finger rubbed against her clit in time to the renewed thrusts making her clutch his hair desperately.

She was so very close to coming just as he had commanded. She couldn’t hold back. She desired it so much she felt like she was breaking apart in his hands. She almost couldn’t bear the sensuality he brought out inside her. It broke over her skin like shivers of fire, burning away everything else to leave behind a quivering mass of dark need that frightened her with its intensity.

“Now, baby. Come now.” His rough voice shivered across her skin with a dark command that forced his will upon her. She felt her world spinning out of control and her whole body shuddered as she clenched in the throes of ecstasy before exploding in a shattered mass of pleasure so bright it was blinding.

“That’s it. So fucking good,” Reaper growled against her, lapping at her opening as she tried to get her mind back under control. “You taste so good, like strawberries and sweet, sweet cream.”

Sarah wanted to stop him from demanding more from her then, but she couldn’t seem to string two thoughts together. She felt his thumb rub across her swollen, sensitive clit making her gasp in renewed pleasure. He growled dangerously against her and sucked at her hard. Another wave of mind-numbing pleasure poured through her veins and she screamed his name, unable to stop herself from letting the noise escape her as she shattered a second time.

Reaper felt a roaring satisfaction rip through him in that moment and he wanted to taste her come apart for him again and again, but his cock was beyond aching. He needed to be inside her.
Now
.

He ripped his fly open jerking his pants down, placing the head of his cock at her entrance before he had even gotten them halfway off. Feeling the soft caress of her soaked folds against the head of his aching member was pure heaven and hell at the same time. Heaven because he wanted this so bad that he could barely think and hell because he needed to pull back to put a condom between them.

For the first time in his life he didn’t want anything between a woman’s flesh and his. He wanted to slide into her and feel every hot inch of her wet pussy slide over him. Never had he wanted something more, but he had never let that happen. He’d always worn a condom. He had never trusted any woman not to try to trap him with a kid. So he’d always used a condom. With her it was a barrier he needed to use to keep them apart.

As he slipped another tiny bit into her, he roared out a pained denial when he knew he had to stop, had to put a condom between them. Even if she was on something he had to put on a condom because he needed that barrier between them in order to keep himself from her. He was drowning in her already, taking her bare would be too close, too much, and he’d never escape her hold on him if he did it.

Ripping his body out of hers was the hardest thing he’d ever done. He jerked a condom from the drawer and put it on in swift angry motions before grabbing her legs, which had closed a bit, and jerking them back open. His thick hard cock speared into her hot wet opening in a rough claiming he barely controlled.

He thrust into her hard, seating his whole cock in one rough jerk of his hips. He let out a bellow of lustful possession, her cry of his name urging him on. He paused knowing from the tight grip and the way she’d grimaced for a second that it had been a while for her and his thrust had been a little painful. He stilled, waiting, knowing she needed a moment, only he was almost at the end of this invisible rope that had held him back for the past few weeks. He needed to take her.

Sarah felt him hovering at her entrance for several moments with only a portion of the tip inside her and she’d wanted to tell him she wasn’t on birth control but she couldn’t find the willpower because it felt too good. Then he jerked back, and with quick jerky motions he began putting on a condom before he came back, thrusting into her in one hard almost painful thrust. Even with her body well saturated by his ministrations, it was the first time she’d had sex since before Josh was born. It was a tight fit; Reaper was not a small man.

The feeling of him filling her, so heavy and thick inside her, made her feel owned, possessed by his maleness inside her. Moaning, she held onto his thick arms, feeling the muscles flex and twitch beneath her hands as he fought to remain still to let her get used to his invasion of her body. Then his head lifted from her shoulder and his deep grey eyes glittered with desire so strong it made her ache. He pulled back, slow, so very slowly. Then he thrust into her hard, grunting as he felt her take him and then he was moving into her fast and hard. Almost untamed. It was like he had held himself in check so long that the savage need wouldn’t allow him any other option.

She moaned, feeling his possession, aching for the passion to fill him as it did her. She knew to him she was the unattainable one. That was why he had desired her so strongly and she was fearful that his fascination with her wouldn’t last much longer than taking her like this a few times would allow. He pumped into her, his eyes watching as his body slid in and out of hers. The desk made a loud creaking sound as he pulled back again and again, thrusting into her rough and hard.

Sarah moaned again, her body taking his, her pussy rippling with renewed passion as she felt him moving in her. His mouth moved to her neck, kissing and caressing as he moved in and out of her.

“So hot, so fucking wet. Baby, you feel like a vise around my cock. So fucking good. And mine, just fucking mine,” he growled, his hand suddenly in her hair, his hips slamming into her with every thrust of his body into hers. She was so close she could feel it hovering just out of her reach and she knew that when it hit, it would be so bright that she wasn’t sure she’d be able to bear it.

His mouth took hers, his tongue thrusting in time to his body’s rhythm, and she was there just like that. She splintered into a million pieces as he kissed her like it was the only thing that could save him, like
she
was the only thing that could save him.

Reaper felt the ripples of her pussy as he pumped into her harder than he’d ever fucked a woman. He was desperate to feel it, to know what it was like to have her blow her fuse while he was inside her. When it came so blindingly beautiful, it savaged him. It tore out his heart because he felt it but he didn’t feel it like he knew he should. He shouldn’t have put this barrier between his flesh and hers, it was wrong. He needed to feel this again, only next time nothing would separate his flesh from hers because next time she was going to know that no other man could ever bring her to the place that he could. Next time she would know that she belonged to him.

He felt his own climax blazing through him in a hot wave of pleasure that flooded him so strongly that when he came his knees almost gave out. He roared her name into her hair as he felt himself blow into the condom that separated them and he wanted to bellow out a denial that he wasn’t marking her. The anger that came with the pleasure was frightening because it was something he was trying to run from. He didn’t want to feel such unwavering, gut-wrenching need for her.

He would never allow another separation between them again. He couldn’t, it was ripping him to shreds. When he collapsed into her, panting from the exertion, he held her to him. She was breathing heavily and panting with a satisfied look in her amber eyes that made him want to roar like a fucking lion. He’d put that look there and he liked it. A hell of a lot. More than he had liked anything in a long damned time. He cupped her bruised cheek, his desire to be closer to her suddenly eating him up inside.

After several moments of panting, he slowly pulled free of her and sat down on the chair watching her as he pulled the condom free and dropped it into the trash bin beside the desk. She tried to close her legs but he stopped her, his hand on her knee, as she blushed bright red and turned her head away, her arms sliding up to cover her breasts.

“No, none of that. We both wanted this and we both needed it. There isn’t any reason to be embarrassed by it, Sarah. We’re adults and it’s natural what we did.” He squeezed her knees, still not letting her shut her legs. He liked looking at her like this, splayed before him. The only thing he didn’t like was that she still covered her breasts even though she looked him in the eye. “There are a few things we need to talk about now though.”

“What?” she asked, her voice hoarse from her recent overuse of it and he found that he liked that too.

“Are you on birth control?” he asked, waiting for her to respond.

“No,” she told him, blushing a darker red. “I didn’t have a reason to,” she told him, making that possessive wild thing inside him snarl with pleasure that she admitted he was the first man she’d had in a long time. He liked that. He would have liked it even more if no one had touched her before him and that was fucked up because he’d been with countless women in his life and he had no right to feel that way, but he did.

  “Then we go see Lance before we go home. You need that shot today,” Reaper told her, his eyes watching her.

“Why?”

“Because I won’t ever allow anything to come between my flesh and yours ever again,” Reaper growled, his hands slowly moving her thighs, lifting her left foot off the arm of the chair, finally allowing her to close her legs. He lifted her shirt off the floor, handing it and her bra to her as he shoved the ripped panties into his pocket, not willing to leave them here.