Page 14 of Mercy for Reaper


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I clench my teeth and close my eyes in an attempt to hold back the intense feeling of my balls wanting to explode. She is so fucking warm and tight. Tighter than anything I have ever felt wrapped around my cock, and I am so close to shooting without even a single thrust. She’s snug and wet, her warm pussy clenching needily around my cock.

My breath comes out in short pants as I drop my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling intimately. “Are you okay, angel? Does it hurt?”

“Y-you’re just so big,” she whimpers, and I can hear the tears in her voice, forcing me to push back to look at her.

“Do you need me to stop?”

“No,” she says urgently, her teary eyes locking with mine. “I . . . I know it’s supposed to hurt, and it does a little, but . . . I want it. D-don’t stop.”

“Holly—”

“Please, I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispers. “Please, Reaper.”

Fuck, she knows just what to say to set me off. My perfect little angel. The one precious thing I have found that purifies me with just a touch, and now . . . I’m about to corrupt her.

I’m too close to the edge to make love to her slowly. But there will be time for that later. No, I need to fuck her into the bed, ram my cock so fucking hard inside of her, she’ll feel me for days, and that is exactly what I do. With my eyes locked on hers, I pull my cock nearly out of her pussy before thrusting into her so hard, the bed moves a little. Her eyes widen, and her lips part in a soundless gasp when I start rutting into her like a fucking beast. Her fingers dig into my forearm, and she starts mewling under me with every pound of my cock.

She jerks against me, her back arching with a loud moan. “Oh, yes!”

“Going to fill up your hungry little pussy, angel, mark you with my seed.”

“Yes, please!” she cries, her sex pulsing around me as I grind roughly into her, my spine tingling with the need to spill, but I am going to hold off until Holly comes apart in my arms once more.

She writhes restlessly under me, forcing me to press my fingers harder into her thigh to keep her still with every slam of my cock into her sex. “Mine,” I say roughly, every wet slap of flesh bringing me closer and closer to an eruption I’m not sure I’ll survive.

“Faster!” she demands, and I indulge her, sliding in and out of her pussy in quick, unmeasured moves that have her tossing her head and arching her back, her peaked nipples begging for my touch. A tremble rocks her body when I lean down and take one of the tight buds between my lips, sucking gently at the rosy peak. I release it with a wet pop and kiss a path up her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin and leaving behind love bites as I trail my lips to her earlobe.

“You’re mine, Holly,” I breathe roughly into her ear. “I will fucking kill anyone that dares touch you!”

She shudders against me, but I don’t bother wondering if I have gone too far with my words, brushing my lips against hers as I feel my balls draw up tight with the need to shoot. I pump harder into her, shifting the angle so my cock is brushing against her swollen clit with every thrust. Her breathing grows shot, and her thighs start to tremble as I grind my cock into her over and over again until the feeling at the base of my spine intensifies to an unbearable measure.

“Close,” she echoes my thoughts, burying her face in my shoulder as she rocks her hips upward to meet my thrusts. She climaxes with a sob, her nails digging into my arm as her legs tremble uncontrollably around me, triggering my own orgasm. A hoarse sound climbs out of my throat as pleasure-pain grips my entire body for a second before it all morphs into relief when I spill my seed into her pulsing sex. Her tight walls clench around my cock, milking me of every drop. My muscles ripple helplessly as I drive my hips forward, burying my seed in her womb and finally marking her as mine.

“Fuck, baby,” I say into her neck when my muscles turn to mush and I drop on top of her, holding myself up slightly, so I don’t crush her with my massive frame.

She leaves her face pressed into my shoulder, her breathing just as labored as mine. We stay in a comfortable silence as we try to catch our breaths. What just happened between us is unlike anything I have ever experienced in my life. The comforting way Holly traces her fingers gently on my back is not something I ever thought I would need, and yet, here we are. I have to practically force myself to climb out of bed and away from her comforting caress.

“Hmm, I want to sleep,” she whines when I grab her hand to help her off the bed. I know she could use some sleep after taking care of me non-stop for days, but I am not about to let her before she’s had something to eat and grabbed a shower.

It’s my turn to take care of her now.

I don’t have much practice—or any at all really—when it comes to taking care of someone or being cared for. The earliest memory of that happening was when I was ten and I came down with the flu. A neighbor was worried about me and brought me some chicken soup despite my father’s glare.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Holly asks, her eyes locking on mine when we step into the shower.

“My life and how empty it was before you walked into it,” I say, watching to see if her cheeks flush, and she does not disappoint. She ducks down and avoids my gaze, reaching behind me for the body wash.

“I didn’t walk into your life, you broke into mine,” she whispers under her breath.

“And I will never regret that,” I say, leaning down and brushing my lips softly over hers. What is meant to be a simple touch of lips quickly turns into a deep kiss with her backed up against the wall. Fuck, I know I should give her a break after popping her cherry just moments ago, but as she starts writhing against me, there is little I can do to grasp onto my control.

She cries out and arches into my touch when I run my soapy hands over her tits, rubbing at the swollen buds until she’s practically sobbing for release. Our lips are locked together when I finally drive my cock back into her tightness and fuck her against the shower wall, our cries echoing through the bathroom.

“Mine,” I gasp against her lips as I lose myself completely in her softness. Her body is heaven, every last inch that leans into my touch is a fucking temptation that I am too weak to resist, and when she comes apart in my arms, I follow, shooting my seed in her womb and once again claiming her as mine.

Forever. Holly is mine, and I will not hesitate to put my skilled hands to use if anyone attempts to take her away from me.

Chapter Seven

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