REAPER: Death Row Shooters MC, page 11
“You have a fine ass, baby. It makes my cock itch to watch it jiggle as I fuck it hard.” He gripped my hair and yanked my head back against his shoulder. “Because I will be fucking you tonight, Angel. Long and hard. I want that fire you have licking at my cock. Your cock.”
I gasped as he spanked me and knelt once again behind me, rubbing his beard along my sensitive skin, his hot breath skimming along the cheek, the blade gliding up along the flesh of my ass-circling the globe. He smacked my inner thighs, forcing to spread my legs open, the knife cutting off more of the stretchy material. He yanked at the silk of my panties and threw them in the air. I stared at them as they clung to the handle of the motorcycle, torn to shreds.
“Those were my fav-” I squealed as he spanked me and bit down hard on my fleshy cheek. He was rough tonight, more than I thought he would be, but I wanted it. I wanted him like this.
“Fuck,” I groaned as his tongue dragged from the entrance of my wet pussy and twirled against my asshole. Over and over, he growled and moaned as he had me for a fucking meal. His tongue curling and lapping, sucking on me until my legs began to shake. I hung on to the seat of the bike, going up on tiptoes, gasping for breath as he sucked on my clit. Rapid, incessant strokes of his tongue bringing me to the edge.
“Ryan!” I cried out as he took a hard pull of my sensitive bud. His lips smacking as he popped it out of his mouth only to slurp it back up. I sank back onto him, my body gyrating as he fucked me on his tongue.
He pulled back and I moaned from the loss of him. “My own personal slut, rubbing this delicious sexy pussy on my beard.” He rubbed his fingers against my slit, sliding along my juices and capturing my clit between them while squeezing. He took my breath away, a moan ripping from my throat while I ran my hands across my breasts and threw my head back in ecstasy. I didn’t care anymore, I just wanted to get lost in him.
“Help me, Ryan. Make me forget,” I whimpered as he dove right back in, sucking and nibbling on my most sensitive area. He grunted as he bit softly on the flesh of my thighs. I flung myself forward, spreading my thighs as far as they’d go. I felt like a needy slut on display and I didn’t give a fuck. If this is how he wanted me then this is how he’d have me.
His tongue delved into my core, lapping away at the entrance of my pussy hole and I whined, pushing back on him, my body begging for more.
He spanked me hard and my legs shook. “You want to be my dirty little whore, don’t you?” He growled, and I swear my pussy leaked. I bent far over, stretching my back, my mouth gaped open as I watched him between my legs. I watched as a drop of my juices drooled down and he caught it on his wet tongue. It clung to him as he savored it.
“That sweet pussy’s dripping honey,” the rich timbre in his voice mixed with the pad of his thumb circling my clit made me cry out.
“You want to cum?” He pressed down firmly on my clit and I squirmed on him.
“Y-yes. Yes please.”
He spanked me again and I yelled out in need. “Not until I goddamn tell you to!”
He stood up, leaving me, and I whimpered, wanting more. Leaning over me I raised a shoulder as his beard tickled my neck. “Straddle the bike, Cecilia.”
The hard edge in his tone made me shiver. This was not the boy I left behind, this was all man. The Reaper was stealing my soul tonight and I wasn’t going to stop him.
On shaky legs I managed to hike a leg up on the bike, spreading myself wide before I slid on. My pussy rubbed wickedly against the leather sending shocks down my legs. He shook his jacket off beside me and hung it on the handle bar. Gripping my hair, he leaned into me, dragging his tongue along my lips. He tasted of pussy juice and mint and I sucked on his tongue, greedy for more. With the tip of the knife he outlined my lips.
“Such pretty pink lips. I’m gonna make you beg now, Cecilia.”
Pushing my head forward, he climbed on the back of the bike behind me. I could hear the pull of his zipper, his groan as he released himself. I looked back and grabbing my head, he forced it forward. His touch was gentle but firm, and I obeyed. “Grip the handles.”
I leaned forward slightly, my pussy soaking the leather seat. I gripped the handles and he moaned as he stroked my exposed ass. He slapped it and I jumped slightly, the sting hot and achingly good.
“Now stand on the stirrups, Cecilia.”
“Yes, Sir,” I breathed, and he grunted in approval.
“Look at the mess you’ve made, Cecilia. Such a dirty pussy deserves to get punished.” He slid closer on the seat and gripped my hips. The tip of his cock played along my wet slit, and my whole body quivered in need. His hands came around my breasts, massaging the aching buds and he growled as I leaned back, perched on the stirrups.
“No bra?”
“Uh-uh,” I panted, and he hissed as he yanked my t-shirt up, the soft breeze caressing my nipples. My cry was a mixture of pleasure and need as he slid his rough hands along my plump tits, softly kneading the soft mounds and pinching the tips.
“Fucking tease,” his deep rumble had me pressing back onto him. “You feel so fucking good, you know that?”
The swollen head of his dick played at my entrance and I leaned my head against his shoulder, waiting. He lifted slightly, entering me at a painstakingly slow pace. The crown of his cock brushing against the sensitive spot just inside my entrance.
“Ryan,” I breathed his name, a plea that got lost in the silence of the evening.
The blade was suddenly pressed to my throat and as I swallowed I could feel the edge of it pushing against me. I shivered while his grip tightened on my hair, tugging it back.
“If you want my dick you need to beg for it.”
“Fuck me. Please.”
“You want to get fucked, Cecilia. Your pussy’s swollen and needy for me, isn’t it?”
He swept his hands across my clit and I yelled out. “Yes! God, yes!”
“Do it,” he whispered huskily in my ear and my body arched back. With a loud moan I slid down his thick shaft, feeling it stretch me as it entered me, that familiar sweet ache palpitating between my thighs.
“Oh!” I cried out as he shoved me forward, the tip of the blade sliding gently down the sides of my spine as his hips moved against me.
“Ride me, Firefly. Grip the handles and ride yourself to that sweet freedom you yearn for so badly.”
“Fuck,” I whimpered as I leaned forward, his cock penetrating me deep. He hissed and spanked my ass again as I started to move on him. My body rocking back onto his dick, my legs weak from the delicious friction. He wanted me to fuck him, to use his body to get off. It was the hottest thing I’d ever heard, and my pussy ached as it dripped on him. Up and down, I dropped my hips, wriggling down and crying out as he spanked me. My tits swayed while my pussy clenched down on him.
“That’s a good girl, ride that cock. That’s your cock.” He grunted and lifted his hips, fucking me right back. “If you want your freedom, you’ll have to take me with you.”
I cried out as his thrusts got deeper and our fucking got louder. The echo of our wet bodies slapping against each other would be audible along the lakeside, but we didn’t care. We were lost in our own world. A world we’d created.
His hand swept down my back, his cock straining while my pussy tugged on it, rocking my body up and down his thick rod. His grunts heated my body, the fact that I could tear those sounds from him gave me all the reasons I needed to give myself to him.
“You’re perfect for me, baby.”
He swept his hand around my hips and dipped his fingers through my swollen slit. “Fuck, you’re so damn horny for me. You missed me that much, Firefly?”
“Ohhh,” my head flung back as his teeth nipped at my collar bone. His fingers flicked my clit and his tongue roamed the muscle that ran up the back of my neck.
“Cum for me, baby. Do it now,” he growled in my ear and the deep timbre of his command made my pussy spasm on him.
The orgasm was sweet as he rubbed the spot between my clit and what he called his honey hole. He knew just what to do to make me lose control. The pleasure took my breath away, not that he gave me much time to enjoy it. Lifting me into his arms, he lay me down on the bike, grabbing handfuls of my breasts as he looked me over, outlining my body. He slid the leggings off me and kissed my tummy, licking a path along my hip bones.
“You’re mine, Firefly. You belong to the President of the Death Row Shooters and your only escape is to put a bullet in me.”
My breath hitched as he placed a kiss on my clit. He grabbed my thighs and slid me down carefully to the edge of the seat, standing on the stirrups, his cock was aimed at my center. I pulsed in excitement and with an audible hiss of pleasure, he slid right into the depths of me. I don’t think any man could ever make me feel this complete. His first thrust made me cry out, the second made me sigh, and thrust after thrust of his hips had me gyrating against him and begging him to be rougher with my body.
“You’ll have to do better than that if you want me to feel you buried inside of me tomorrow.”
He roared and punished me, his hands squeezing the flesh of my ass as he guided me onto his thickness. It felt so damn good-I fought not to scream.
He swept his thumb across my clit and my stomach muscles clenched while I fought the desire threatening to unravel in me. Hot, tempting liquid heat ran across my tummy as his thumb just made deep circles against me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” that damn timbre of his voice did things to my insides. “I want to own every fucking inch of your body, baby.” Sliding his hand up my body, he grabbed at my tits, playing with the tips just like he had my clit. A direct line of pleasure either way as he pinched and flicked, and then he leaned over me and bit down on me, my body arching against him, offering itself to him. His cock throbbing between my legs as he continued a slow fuck that made me wetter than I was before.
“I can feel your pussy, baby. It likes to get fucked by your President. By your owner.” I moaned in heat as his words were like triggers that enticed every nerve ending that travelled to my core.
“That little pussy’s going to cum on my dick, isn’t it? Mmngh, I got it all juicy, just for me.”
“Ryan,” I whined as he fucked me just a little bit harder. His thrusts getting faster, the angle hitting that sweet g spot. My legs lifted, my toes curl, and arching my back I shouted as the orgasm tore through me.
“Fuck, Ryan!”
“Fuck,” he groaned in my ear and I looked up at the night sky while he filled me with his liquid heat. Long pulls of cum that pumped into me. His hot breath came out in ragged grunts that tickled my neck. I pressed my cheek to his, cooing at him as his body slowly calmed, the sound of crickets surrounding us.
He turned his head to look at me. “You belong to me, Cecilia. You always have. Don’t ever fucking forget that.”
I shuddered as he pulled out of me, and the cool air swept over me as he pulled us off of the bike. He threw the leather jacket at me and frowned. “Put that on. Zipper it all the way up, I don’t want anyone looking at what’s mine.”
The jacket was bulky, and it fell down mid-thigh. I stared down at my bare legs and looked at him. He arched a brow. “It’ll do. Let’s go. I gotta get you back home. I have shit to do.”
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat as I slid along the back of the bike. The Harley roared to life and I whimpered in his ear, my exposed pussy aching from the deep rumble of the V-Twin engine. He gripped my knee and hung his head for a moment. The grip was tight on me, reassuring me in a sense. He was still mad at me, but I didn’t dare say anything. I clung to him as he swept the bike around and headed back down the mountain. It was dark, so no one would see a half-naked woman perched on the back of the bike of the most notorious bikers in Sacramento, California. And even if they did, they’d keep their mouths shut and their eyes forward, because I was Reaper property, and no one fucked with what was his.
After a long ride, he helped me off the bike, and without a word he took my hand and walked us into the lobby of the Den. But as we walked in, he froze. Looking around his shoulder I noticed that the Death Row Shooters had very unexpected visitors.
“Go get changed,” Ryan stated, his back tense, his stance ready to fight.
“Ryan, I…”
“I said go get changed!”
I flinched when he yelled and slowly backed away. I heard Wolf’s voice as I crept up the stairs and towards the apartment.
“It’s obvious why we’re here, Reaper.”
I watched Ryan run a hand through his beard. “Fuck my life.”
The words he uttered couldn’t have weighed more heavily on my heart. Having the Hellbound Lovers here meant that Ryan was in trouble. I was under their protection and as much as I appreciated it, I didn’t want Ryan paying the consequences. I realized then that I was never truly free. Not how I was at that lake a few hours ago. I always belonged to someone, and at this point, I’d rather belong to Ryan than anyone else.
16
Cecilia
“We know she’s not here under her own free will, Reaper. We want her back.”
“Over my dead body.”
“That can be arranged,” Grayson was toe to toe with Ryan. The energy in the room was electric, one wrong move and I was sure someone was going to die.
“She was happy, Ryan. Don’t you realize that?” Wolf’s statement couldn’t have rung truer. He knew what I’d gone through, how I’d suffered. He was the only one who knew it all.
“I will not give her up,” Ryan seethed, the muscles on his neck straining. He was adamant on keeping me and in a way that connection was all I needed, and in another, it was stifling. I was confused, torn. I wanted my freedom, but I wanted it with him.
“Well you’re going to have to! Carlos Trejo was seen hanging out by the docks.”
Ryan’s face changed, his eyes going wide in surprise. “That’s impossible!”
“Brother, when have you known Riggs to be wrong in his intel? He’s out there, he confirmed it. We’ve known for a few days now.”
“My own man put a bullet in him!” Ryan yelled.
Grayson nodded. “He may have put a bullet in him, but he didn’t kill him. That fucker is alive.”
My hand wrapped around my throat, the mention of his name gave me chills. He said he’d always come back for me. Even the dead were rising to haunt us.
“Ash wouldn’t lie to me! He was shot and killed.” Ryan turned away from Wolf and Grayson and the look in his eyes said it all. Betrayal.
“Someone died that night, Ryan. We know that for a fact because Ash asked for our help. We couldn’t make it that night and instead the Devil’s Syndicate rode over. Word is they buried a body, just not the right one.”
“Goddammit!” Ryan shouted flinging his chair against the wall.
“He’d been gone for a long time, it’s easy to have mistaken him for someone else.”
“Ash doesn’t make mistakes.”
“We all make mistakes.” Wolf’s statement hung heavy in the silence.
“We’re the only ones who can protect her and you damn well know it.”
“I’m the only one! Me! I won’t let you take her again! Not again,” he screamed as he met Grayson’s dark glare.
“Don’t I have a say?” My voice rang loud and clear in the quiet space.
Ryan turned and narrowed his eyes. “Go back upstairs, Cecilia. This does not concern you.”
“The hell it doesn’t!” I narrowed my eyes on each and every one of them. All big burly men who became blushing fools as I challenged them. Wolf and Grayson at least had the decency to look down, ashamed, but not Ryan. He met my glare head on, his own lust filled challenge in his eyes. He liked me this way, fired up, I could feel it.
“Go back,” he whispered, carefully approaching me, careful to startle me. He reached for me, but I dodged his touch and that only infuriated him more. Raising a hand, I placed it on his chest and he only stood there, staring down at it. Any other woman or man would have removed it, I simply lay it there, right over his heart. He met my eyes and wrapped his hands around mine. His eyes were full of anguish and I almost got lost in their storm.
“She’s right, Reaper. She has every right to be here, it’s her decision. Stay or go.”
I couldn’t keep my eyes off Ryan and I knew if I let him, he’d hold onto me as long as he could. The question was, did I want him to let me go?
“Leave us,” he stated, and I could hear Wolf and Grayson shuffling.
“Ryan, stop being so goddamn hard headed!” Wolf has always been the voice of reason and I always looked up to him. He’d been my caretaker for so long, if there was anyone I could trust it was him.
“Wolf.” I looked over at him and he understood.
Wolf took a deep breath. “You have five minutes. You got that Ryan.”
“Get out,” he growled.
As soon as the door slammed behind us Ryan’s hands wrapped around my waist. “Don’t go.”
My heartbeat was racing as his warmth engulfed me. He was once again sharing all that vulnerability with me. I could feel it in his hands- the desperation. It overwhelmed me.
“Why?” My voice was surprisingly calm.
“Because you’re mine.”
“Says who? You?” Sarcasm dripped from my voice, but I didn’t care. I was tired of being manipulated and considered an object instead of a woman. I was a goddamn human being and he will treat me as such.
“Fuck, yes! And you goddamn know it’s true. You’re mine in every way.”
“Cause I let you put your dick in me a few hours ago? You think you own me because I made you hard, because you made me cum. Don’t be ridiculous. You have another thing coming Reaper if you think that’s enough to own someone!”
His eyes met mine and he pushed at my waist, shoving me until I was pressed against the back wall, I could see the anger simmering in his eyes, and the wheels turning in his head.
