REAPER: GOLDEN SKULLS M.C. by Rebecca Joyce (best e book reader TXT) 📕

down hard and pulled as much of her as into my mouth as I can. She began to breathe rapidly; She gasped and made little crying sounds. Her hands scrambled their way under the sheets and knotted into my hair, applying firm pressure, holding my head tightly to her perfumed mound. I knew her so well; it wouldn’t take long now. Suddenly, she cried out my name and arched her body off the bed as a wave of delicious pleasure washed over her. She stopped breathing, and I heard her little cry of the exquisite pleasure as she was overcome. As the wave crashed through her, she collapsed back onto the bed, and I felt her hands weakly stroking my hair as her racing heart slowed.

I could feel her moist heat on my face as I slowly and gently lapped at the flow of her delicious nectar, my tongue broad and flat, caught every drop and trickle. She cried out again as another pulse of ecstasy rushed through her. As she whispered my name over and over, my pride threatening to overwhelm me. She doesn’t realize how proud I am to make her feel this way. When she told me that she had rarely felt the way I make her feel, and never once before me, I swore to myself that from now on, she could ask me any time, day, or night, to pleasure her and I would, as many times as she wanted, or could stand. I live to make her feel like this, the intensity and pleasure of her desire washing over me in waves, each one cresting higher and faster until she almost passes out from the impossibly exquisite sensations.

I continue my gentle ministrations until I feel her stiffen and arch her back again. After the first one, each wave of her passion comes faster and easier until it is almost a constant feeling of ecstasy with every swish of my tongue. She gasps and moans, shudders, and trembles as she revels in the exquisite sensation of continuous waves of pleasure. I hear her crying softly, whispering my name, and saying how much she loves me. She finally knows how it feels to have someone pleasure her and totally enjoy every moment of it, without regard to anyone else, but dedicated solely to her.

As the night goes on, I continue to love her, as I only know-how. With every new shudder, I felt such deep satisfaction. Twice more, her passion peaks, then another three times more, in rapid succession. I know that no one will ever make her feel as I do, and it is such a pleasure for me to do so. Soon, all she can do is lie there limply on the bed, trembling and moaning as each new wave rushes through her.

Even I have lost count now of how many times passion has taken her breath away. She can’t speak or even breathe. Only moans and gasps escape her lips now as the colors of ecstasy exploded in her brain. I push the sheets aside and look up at her, sweat running down my face and mixing with the luscious taste of her passion. Her head lolls to the side, her eyes half-closed, and her face is flushed with lust and pleasure. She gasps again, and her eyes roll back as she gasps for air.

She takes a deep breath, her eyes slowly open, and she looks down at me and smiles. Her hands flutter and push weakly at me, whispering, “Stop, please, I can’t take any more.”

I teasingly take one last, long lick with a tongue that is now a bit sore and slowly move back up on the bed. I gather her trembling body into my arms and hold her tenderly. Her heart is still racing, and her skin gleams with a sheen of sweet sweat. Her hands reach down, I know she wants to return the favor, but I gently lift them to my lips and tenderly kiss each palm.

“This was about you, Remi. Not me. For now, just enjoy the feeling.”

She didn’t say anything as she snuggled closer into my chest and closed her eyes.

I gently stroked her arms and smiled as she quickly drifted off to sleep. As I watched her gently breathe, without a care in the world, she looked as lovely as an angel. She had always taken my breath away. I gently kissed her forehead and whispered softly, “I love you, Remi.”

TWENTY-NINE

REMI

A few hours later, I stretched myself awake as I felt a strange ache between my legs. Suddenly it dawned on me how I had spent the night before and the shameless way I had behaved last night. I was a wanton hussy, and Max was ravenous, eager to comply. Though I knew it was Max who initiated it all, I did nothing to stop him. No, I was implicit and completely wanton. I always wondered what it would be like to have one man adore me, worship me, show me what I truly meant to him. I blushed as I recalled every vivid detail of Max’s lovemaking. I have been through so much in my life, I didn’t know such love could exist. And it did because Max showed me.

Looking at his large frame lying beside me, I thought of ways to have him again. I wanted him also and for as long as I could have him. I glanced over the part of his skin that was revealed. He looked just as tempting and warm this morning, and I longed to bare the rest of him and look my fill.

I bit my fingernail as I contemplated my next move, listening to his calm breathing.

He was deep asleep. He would never know if I investigated him for my own pleasure while he slept. How would he? Slowly moving closer to him, I decided that he wouldn’t know. Anyway, I was living in the moment,