REAPER: Death Row Shooters MC, page 9
He gripped my thighs, his breath coming out in uneven bursts. “Driving you crazy.”
I cried out as his tongue dragged along my slit, his rumble of satisfaction vibrating against my clit just before his tongue curled and sucked me in. My body reacted instantly to him, my legs shaking uncontrollably as he opened me wide, propping me up and hooking me onto his broad shoulders, giving him full access to my pussy while his tongue sank into me. I gripped the wall to steady myself, but my hips danced along his beard on their own accord. There was no stopping this pleasure. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. He felt too good, too right, his tongue extending and flattening, gathering up all my juices before he sucked on my most tender of areas. I gripped his hair and yelled out his name, not caring if anyone heard. My juices flowing as his mouth consumed my pussy.
His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass as he lapped hungrily at my core, his breath swirling along my clit, the coarseness of his beard rubbing along my sensitive skin. I shook in his arms, my hands clawing at the wall, unable to utter a sound as he took what he wanted from me.
“You are the sweetest of sins, Firefly. So fucking addictive.” The sound of him sucking on me had my hips rotating against him. Fucking his tongue just like he wanted me to.
“I want you cumming on my tongue every night, Cecilia.”
“Ryan!” I cried his name out in a needy shout as his teeth scraped my clit, dragging along the tight bud. My hips went wild, undulating against his handsome face while my fingers dug into his thick locks of golden hair.
His tongue played along my lips, sucking and nipping, groaning as he ate me up. Lips pressed to my swollen core as his tongue dug into my hot hole, making me whimper as he curled it up, knowing just what to do to elicit the sluttiest of moans from me. I panted as his tongue dug into me, his lips suctioning, his fingers spreading me.
He focused on my clit, flicking it and biting it until I was a quivering mess in his hands. And right when I didn’t think I could handle anymore, his thick fingers sunk into me, penetrating me slowly as his lips wrapped around that sensitive button. I squealed and convulsed as his fingers fucked me up against that wall. The combination of his hot mouth and those two digits curling up inside me was my undoing. My body tensed, my fingers gripped his hair, and I came for him. My juices spilling on his tongue, and the image of me coating his face with my cream sent me soaring.
It was so dirty, so wrong.
I took gulps of air and stared out at the silhouette of colorful lights that reflected from below. Slowly, he let my slip fall back into place and I looked down just as he tucked away my panties into his back pocket. He stood before me, his lips only a fraction of an inch from mine.
Gripping my chin, he brought his lips to mine and growled. “Suck me in baby girl. Taste yourself on my tongue.” I gasped as he slipped his tongue against mine, the taste of my juices lingering as our tongues dueled in an erotic dance. No one kissed like Ryan did. In his kiss I could feel the want, the hunger he held for me, and I didn’t hold back how much I wanted him in return. I molded my body to his, loving the feel of his hardness pressed against me. I needed more from him, so much more, but instead he broke the kiss and stepped away from me.
“Go to your room, Cecilia. I don’t want anyone seeing what’s mine.”
With those words spoken, he left me there. Needing him even more than before. This man was going to drive me insane. He was beyond any fantasy, he was my reality. He was passionate and unselfish, and he wanted me. With weak legs I stumbled back into the apartment and shut the door. My head thumped back against it and I closed my eyes. I pictured his penetrating blue eyes, those tattoos that moved along his muscled torso, the way his beard felt between my thighs. My fingers played along the seam of my slip, sliding to where his mouth had been only seconds before. A deep moan emanated from me while I stood in the empty apartment and stroked myself, imaging him between my legs once again.
13
Ryan
It was three in the morning and I couldn’t fucking sleep. Tossing and turning, the taste of her cunny still on my lips. She’d become mine without knowing it, just hours before and my cock was unsatisfied, hard and throbbing for her. I already blew a load to her once in the shower, picturing her on her knees before me. Again, while I was having a drink in the living room. I leaned my head back on the couch imagining her watching me stroke my cock for her. I pictured her needy and aching as she slid that pussy down my thickness, her tits swaying erotically in front of my eyes as she screamed out my name. Grunting I sprayed my thighs and chest in my white seed. Seed that belonged deep inside of her.
Getting up, I wandered to the bathroom, taking my cock out I let the stream go, sighing at the temporary relief. If I didn’t get some sleep I wouldn’t be able to do what I needed to do tomorrow. The meeting was to be at the docks early in the morning, meaning in three hours. I was never going to make it.
I passed by Cecilia’s bedroom door and then stopped, walking back to it. I reached for the door knob, my hand itching to turn it. I paused for a second and waited. Silence. Absolute silence.
Just do it. Fucking do it. Who the fuck cares about the consequences. She belongs to you.
I slipped through the door, wandering barefoot into her room. She’d left the bathroom light on, the door propped open to let some light in. She was curled on her side, right at the edge of the bed, even though it was a massive king-sized mattress. Pulling my briefs off, I crawled onto the bed, sliding myself behind her. I groaned into her hair at the feel of her bare ass nuzzling my cock. My hands came around her waist and my dick responded when I realized she was naked in bed.
“Fuck, baby girl. Do you want to destroy me?” She shifted in her sleep as I cupped her large swollen globes. Flicking her dark nipples, she gasped.
“Ryan?” She struggled against my hips, but I held her still.
“It’s me, baby. Just me.” I pet and cooed at her until she finally relaxed in my arms.
She was so soft, felt so right in my arms. I couldn’t stop touching her, stroking her leg and letting my hand wander around her hips. I could feel her tense slightly just as goosebumps formed on her flesh. I let my fingertips glide along her inner thigh, but when I went to spread her legs apart, she squeezed them tightly together. I heard the hitch in her breath-felt the tension in her back.
“Let me in, my sweet girl. I won’t hurt you.” Slowly I slid my hand between her legs and after a moment of hesitation, she parted her thighs allowing me to hook her leg up and over my hip. I spread her wide as my fingernails dragged along her plump flesh. My rough palms stroking up and down her body, making her whimper from my heated touch.
“Ryan,” she whispered huskily as I nuzzled her slender neck.
“Ryan, please,” the plea getting caught in her throat as my fingers delved into her sweet pussy.
“Just let me touch you, Cecilia. Let me feel you, just once. I missed you so damn much,” without waiting for a reply my fingers slid through her wet slit. I growled in satisfaction as her body responded, arching back and whimpering.
“So soft,” I murmured and nipped at her ear. She grunted and squirmed against me, blood filling the head of my cock and making it swell. She cried out when I flicked her already hardened clit and nearly leapt off the bed when I dipped one thick finger inside her honey hole.
“So wet for me, so perfect,” I purred all the right things into her ear, the dirty words exciting her, drenching my hand in her juices as her body instinctively primed her for more.
“I want my tongue on your pussy again. I want to taste you, Cecilia.”
I slid down the bed, leaving her side briefly and I loved how the lack of having me made her whimper needily. Sliding between her legs, I blew a hot breath against her glistening pussy lips, her honey already coating them. Gripping the sheets, she tensed, knowing what was going to happen next.
I stroked her gently, outlining her lips and spreading her cream all over them, teasing her. “Look at me, little girl. Watch as your savior tastes you for the second time.”
She bit her lip as she finally brought herself to look at me. Grinning, I winked at her, just as I stuck out my thick tongue, dragging it across her core.
“Oh!” her cry of pleasure made me smile against her pussy, her hips lifted and my cock pulsed against the mattress. My hips rocked steadily, a desperate need to be inside her. I was like a hungry beast devouring her slickened horny flesh. I slurped on her pussy as if it were a sweet peach I couldn’t get enough of. Lapping at her delicate folds, loving how her head flew black when I rimmed her tiny entrance. Her hips raised again and grabbing her ass I held her there, perched in the air as my lips closed around that excited little bud, flicking it until she was panting and squealing my name.
“Fuck!” I watched as she gripped the sheets and bowed back, her legs spreading wider as sweet heat ran through her body. My tongue incessantly drawing out her need as she lay completely at my mercy.
Her fingers reached down and stroked my head, grabbing a handful of my hair. Holding me captive between the crevice of her thighs, she started to rub her sweet pussy on my face. Up and down as my tongue went wild on her, her ragged breaths made her tits bounce lightly on her curvy frame and she screamed when I began to suck on her clit. Her legs shook, and the sweetest orgasm travelled slowly through her body until she finally exploded on my tongue, my name rolling sexily off her lips.
I hummed as I lapped at her soothingly, my grin never fading. “You cum so well, my sweet girl.”
“Ryan,” her voice trembling as I softly licked at her, gathering her creaminess on my tongue.
“I can’t get enough of your taste, Cecilia. So sweet, like the most addictive fruit. Have you ever let anyone else touch what’s mine, Firefly? Has anyone else ever touched you like this?”
She shut her eyes and I waited, I didn’t realize how much I needed that answer. I didn’t want to hear that another man had touched her. I was her one and only.
She looked at me, uncertainty in her gaze as she confessed. “There have been several others. Don’t think for a second that you’re the only one because you’re not. Now if you’re done you can get out.”
She went to turn on her side and I growled, crawling over her body and holding her in place. Her eyes widened when she realized I was right above her, a whimper of fear escaping. I knew my eyes must have frightened her because she raised her hands and pressed them against my chest, warding me off. I felt like the hungry wolf and she was my frail prey.
“Not the only one? Don’t lie to me now.”
“Yes,” her voice continued to shake as I rubbed my hard length along her core. Her legs spread wide for me, completely exposed, unknowingly telling me to take her and do what I wanted to her.
“Liar,” my fingertips grazed her lips and I leaned down and captured them in a slow, sultry kiss. I humped at her, wild in my need for her. She couldn’t help but rub herself against me, my hard length sliding up through her warm slit. She cried out when my velvety cock stroked her swollen clit, teasing her.
I grunted, my breath hitching at the heated sensation. I moved my hips in waves as I continued to hump at her. “I want you so badly, baby. But don’t be scared. I won’t be taking you tonight, Cecilia. Not until you beg me.” She avoided my eyes and I tugged her chin forward. “And you will beg me. You will eventually be mine, even though you like to fight me.”
I sat up on my knees and lifted her into my arms, she wanted to play games, fine. She wouldn’t last long. Sitting her on my lap I groaned, loving the wet heat of her slickened pussy consume my hardness. “Do it. Glide that sweet pussy on my cock. Feel it, Cecilia. Feel what I have kept from you for so long.”
I closed my mouth around a dewy drop and sucked her flesh making her hips grind down on my dick. Her pussy lips parted as it slid along my girth while her tits glistened from my tongue. God, she was so perfect, so delicious. She felt like a dainty little doll perched upon my lap, being used at my will. I grabbed at her hips and helped her along, our bodies melting into one another.
“Ryan!” She cried out as the head of my cock bumped along her clit. Over and over, shocks of pleasure ran through me and I held onto her in my desperate need to cum. No one had ever had this impact on my body. She fucking belonged in my arms.
“More,” her hot breath in my ear travelled to my enlarged groin making it leak for her. We both looked down and moaned as my cream made a mess along her swollen lips.
“When I take this sweet, tight pussy, you better believe you’ll never leave my side again. You won’t want another cock inside of you, not ever. Just mine.”
“Ryan. Please.”
“You’re mine, my sweet girl. You always have been. Now cum for me. Let go and cum all over my cock.”
We both moaned in ecstasy as my words drove us into a frenzy. Bodies sliding wetly together, wrapping around each other as we worked ourselves up to that release. When it came it was hot and dirty, and it made me want to sink deep inside of her and claim her. My cock throbbed between my legs as it pumped its hot cum against her inner thighs and bare core. Her hips still undulating, still sliding against me while she shook in my arms. She could deny anything she wanted, but she couldn’t deny the fact that we were perfect for each other.
When we were through I lay her down and cuddled back up against her. My semi erect cock rested against the crevice of her ass, and when she pushed back on me, I chuckled into her neck.
“Don’t play games now, Cecilia. I could take you right now if I wanted to. Don’t push me.”
She lay still in my arms then, knowing it wasn’t the right time. Knowing this was enough for now. And as she drifted off into a deep sleep, I was also aware, that I’d been the only man in her life all this time. My sweet Firefly was a needy little thing. Needy for me, and for some reason that made my blood pump hard through my veins. This beautiful, delicate woman had a willingness to give herself to me that overwhelmed me. If only she’d let me, I’d make her the happiest fucking woman in the world.
14
Ryan
I headed out at four in the morning. I hated leaving her by herself, but I needed to get to the meeting point. I was pretty sure Ash and Poe were already there. I pulled up to the warehouse across from the docks. The buildings had been abandoned for quite some time and when we acquired the docks I made sure to acquire the properties surrounding it.
Entering the empty warehouse, I waited a moment. Hushed whispers and a moan caught my attention. Rolling my eyes I walked into the middle of the warehouse and searched the grounds. High windows let enough light seep through to see where the hell I was going.
Another moan and then the sound of Ash’s rough voice made me roll my eyes. The next phrase had me gritting my teeth.
“This sweet pussy is mine for the taking.”
“Ash!” I called out and almost immediately I heard scurrying. Within seconds Ash walked out from a back closet, zippering his pants up. He smirked as he walked over to me, a smug look in his eye.
“Can’t you fucking keep your dick in your pants?”
He shrugged and looked over at the door where the pretty brunette emerged from. “Can you blame me?”
I shook my head and in truth I couldn’t. Shit, no man could blame him. Fixing her bright yellow dress, she lifted her long thick locks to one side and strutted towards us.
“Fuck. Me.” I heard him utter under his breath and I sighed.
“You don’t shit where you eat,” I uttered under my breath.
“I’m gonna marry that woman.”
I raised a brow and greeted the woman in question. “Miss Chantal.”
“Mr. Simon. Please,” she gestured at the two chairs that had been set up in the middle of the room. “I took the liberty of securing the area. No one will be able to listen in on our conversation.”
“Why so many secrets?”
“Have you ever worked with art before, Mr. Simon?”
“Never,” I admitted.
“In the artist’s mind they conjure an image, it is your interpretation of that image that matters the most. Why do you think all the secrecy?”
“Because you’re playing games that you shouldn’t.”
“It’s a cat and mouse game, Mr. Simon. A chase to see who can get away the fastest, who has the quickest transportation, the most creative way of hiding things.”
“I see. And in this case?”
“In this case my bosses are aware of your reputation, Mr. Simon. They state you are to be trusted.”
“To an extent, yes. But there are stipulations to that trust.”
“Well trust should be earned, Mr. Simon.”
“What are you saying? Speak clearly I don’t like talking in circles.”
“This will be your test run. The men we’ve been working with I’m afraid are not reputable. We are trying to keep this under wraps for your sake.”
I narrowed my eyes on her and she shifted in her seat, rightly so. Her gazed flicked to Ash’s before it steadied on me. “They have been stealing from me and my dealers for a long time. I have to admit that we are not happy with them and have been looking for an out of this contract. If you can prove yourself then we can work together.”
“Who are these men you are seeming to want to protect us from?”
“Men that shouldn’t be trifled with. But we hear you have a good reputation among the gangs of Los Angeles as well as several of those in the Asian community.”
“I work my way around the circle. This is why I intend to earn your trust.”
She nodded-her hands twisting on her lap-the only sign that she was nervous. “The first shipment will come in today. I like this set up you have here. If we are to work with you we would need a few guarantees as well as a signed contract.
I nodded in agreement. “My man, Poe, will get that to you. Our stipulations and demands and you can discuss the details with him.”
