REAPER: GOLDEN SKULLS M.C. Rebecca Joyce (romantic story to read .txt) 📖

only for her but for me. I needed to know that I could be with her the way she deserves. Something deep in my gut told me I could, but I needed to see it for myself.

She was so, so close to that release. The tension in her belly had unbearable, thrumming in time with my strokes. She didn’t know what she needed, but I did and I could tell she was about to explode. Then, shocking her, I stopped as my fingers thrust as deeply into her as they would go, my other hand firmly pinched her nipple, and my mouth pulling strongly on her clit.

And as her world exploded, I grinned as her sweet juices filled my mouth.

She felt a tiny, a high mew come from the back of her throat as her whole body spasmed, her pussy clenching around my fingers, grinding her hips against my mouth. Every cell in her body pulsed to the beat, and she went rigid, then collapsed against the blankets, panting softly as her insides convulsed rhythmically.

Breathing hard myself, I raised myself up on my knees. She looked devastatingly euphoric, naked except for the blissful look upon her face. Her bare skin glowed in the moonlight, and she had never looked more desirable, eyes closed, head thrown back, her hair sexily tousled, her limbs sprawled in the aftermath of her first orgasm.

I abruptly stood up, unbuttoned my shirt, and stripped off my jeans. Tossing them aside, I knelt again between her spread legs and slowly leaned over her until my face was inches from hers.

“You’re mine Remi.” I declared as she moaned in response and shuddered and squirmed at the same time. I gently took her right hand and wrapped it around my painfully erect cock. She gasped. Her hand fluttered around it, causing it to jump involuntarily. When she finally looked at it, shock crossed her face. “It’s too big. Max. It won’t fit.”

I chuckled, a rich, resonant sound. I gently grabbed her fingers and traced the tips over the drops of precum forming at the head, and trailed the fingers of my other hand through the wet slickness between her thighs. “You were made for my cock Remi. Mine only. Mine always.”

I pulled back and down, leaned over her once again, on my left hand, my right rubbing the head of my cock up and down her slit, lubricating it. I placed the head at her entrance and then started pushing steadily, staring into her wide eyes.

I felt so hard, so immense against her. I should be frightened of hurting her, but my whole body yearned and ached for her. I craved her. She was everything I wasn’t. She was what I needed. What I desired. Her scorching hot core, called to me, beckoned me to ravish her. I could feel the heat of her pussy, calling to me as she sucked me deeper into her tight pussy. Letting everything go but this moment, I descended and plunged my tongue into her mouth at the same instant that I sheathed myself entirely within her, shockingly stretching her throbbing pussy as the head of my cock pounded against her cervix. We both froze in shock, me to letting her tight, slick passage get used to my length. I lifted my head slightly and grinned wickedly at her. “You. Are. Mine. Forever.”

She shuddered and convulsed, her body already orgasming again, this time around my thick cock. The feel of all her hot silk squeezing me was finally too much for me.

My control broke.

I pounced, sucking a flushed nipple into my hungry mouth as I started to move inside her, each stroke eliciting a wild gasp from her kiss-swollen mouth. Before I knew it, I was plunging my full length into her, rearing back before each stroke. My only thought was to go harder, deeper, to somehow fuse us into one with the fantastic sensations produced by our lovemaking. I needed more. Without breaking rhythm, I gathered up her sprawled legs and wrapped them around my waist.

When she realized what I needed, she helped, pressing her heels into my back, spreading herself wider so I could go, incredibly deeper.

My mind was a haze of physical pleasure. I had no idea that anything could feel so unbelievably good. Every inch of my body tingled, throbbed, cried out for more of her. Even as her body flowered, opening for me and welcoming my thrusts, I wanted more. I wanted her holding me, surrounding me, filling my soul. How had I ever felt complete without her?

I was ultimately out of control now, feasting on her breasts, quenching my burning cock in her honeyed warmth. I pounded into her, her hips rising eagerly to grind against mine, her tiny, strangled moans raising the hairs on the back of my neck while hardening my cock even further.

The reality of making love to her was so far beyond everything I had ever imagined. Beyond my fantasies I had indulged in, planning how to win her, that I was overwhelmed by her. By her openness, by her generosity in giving herself entirely to my lovemaking. I dragged my lips from her taut, flushed nipple, and kissed my way up her neck, little bites timed to my wild thrusts.

She arched her neck and moaned again, tightening her sheath around me, putting me right at the brink; I finally kissed her again, plunging my tongue into her welcoming warmth just as my cock erupted, filling her clasping passage with my cum. My sudden change in rhythm pulled her over the edge as well into a third orgasm, this one so strong as to make the other ones seem insignificant.

I collapsed, shaking and weak, in her arms.

She lay sprawled, stunned, under my weight, still impaled on my hard, pulsing cock. She had turned my world upside down. Up until tonight I hadn’t even kissed her. Now I was writhing against her in abandonment, accepting every caress and enthusiastically reciprocating. I could barely form