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I was nearly a puddle on the floor already. It was a struggle not to writhe around all over him and hump his leg. He was torturing me, but I caught his eye and gave him the strongest, straightest answer I could manage. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Beg for it then.”
I could do that, and with so much authenticity. “Please fuck me. I need Reaper’s exquisite cock to pound me like I need air to breathe. I can’t exist another moment with the emptiness my cunt feels when you look at me.”
“That’s fucking perfect,” he growled and lifted me up, impaling me on his cock. He bounced me on him as he made his way to a brick wall and pressed my back against it, giving him the leverage to fuck me harder.
The wall was rough, and I gasped, letting out a needy moan, but as he pulled back and thrust again, I found I couldn’t control myself. I screeched into the midnight sky, releasing all the proof of ecstasy within. He grunted and moaned, too, his deep, gruff voice edging me closer again to another orgasm.
“Oh. My. God!” I shouted as I tipped over the edge and spasmed around his pistoning dick.
“Fuuuuck,” he rumbled, and he let go, spilling his hot load inside me and roaring to the heavens. “That’s right, that’s me.”
When he kissed me as we came together, I wrapped my arms around him and tangled my hands in his hair, all without thinking. We devoured each other, but it only took a second for me to realize what I’d done.
I touched him.
Gasping loudly, I raised my hands, braced for the impact of a deathly vision.
Frozen in a quiet panic, I waited.
And waited.
Nothing.
Where was the vision?
Of course, since I wasn’t touching him anymore, but why wasn’t I catapulted into the pain of his traumatic death?
Slowly pulling away, my heart in my throat, I still half expected the agony to slam into me.
Still nothing, of course.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, letting me down. “Did I hurt you?”
I couldn’t breathe.Wherewas the vision?
I’d never touched anyone without seeing—and feeling—their ultimate demise.
Whatwashe?
He scrutinized every inch of me, checking for signs of damage, but I just gazed up at him, still waiting for the shock of my impending vision. My breathing was shallow and fast, but I didn’t dare move for the fear of triggering it.
But what could I do?
“What is it, monstre? What happened?”
I swallowed and tried to get a breath in. It was a struggle, but nothing hurt.
I should have been clutching my head and rolling into a ball with the vision of his ultimate end.
But there was nothing.
“I touched you.”
He nodded. “You touched me with your hands. Are you okay?”
“I think so.”
