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

slightly to get better access to her. After a few moments, I groaned aloud, causing a deep vibration against her swollen lips.

Lifting my head, he said, “You are a sexy little bitch, baby. So, fucking wet for me. You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

Remi just moaned and nodded her head as she wiggled her ass closer to me.

Grasping her legs, I flipped her over onto her back again. I pulled her down the bed and fell forward so that she was directly under me, my body pressing her back into the soft comfort of the bed.

“Answer me,” I demanded softly. Remi opened her eyes, looking deeply into mine. Her pupils were dilated, and her lips were moist and full.

“You can do anything you want to me, Max,” She answered softly. My lips came down on hers in a kiss that turned very tender.

“Did I hurt you?” I whispered as I rubbed my cheek softly against hers.

“No. You scared me a little, but I knew you wouldn’t hurt me,” she whispered back. “But I liked it.”

“I’m going to fuck you now. Are you ready for me?” I kicked off my boots and impatiently finished removing my pants.

“God, yes. Please,” Remi didn’t speak further as I slid my hard cock into her. Once in, I didn’t wait as I began to slam into her with more velocity and rhythm.  I groaned as I thrust myself into her incredible tightness. She was perfect for me in every way.

She arched her back up towards me, accepting me as I drove into her repeatedly. Her fingernails raked passionately down my back. The sting of her scratches only served to excite me further.

“I love fucking you, Remi. You feel so good to me.” I groaned as I continued my assault on her pussy, enjoying the smell of her arousal, the sounds of our juices mixing as our bodies meshed.

I lifted her knees and pushed forward until I was bottoming out into her with each thrust.

“Fuck!” I groaned, then covered her mouth with mine.

Suddenly I pulled up and yanked myself out of her. Before she could even question what I was doing, I roughly flipped her over onto her stomach again and grabbed hold of her hips. I tugged her upward, and she gasped as I penetrated her from behind. Her back was arched like a cat as I knelt behind her and jabbed myself deep inside. She crossed her arms on the bed and rested her head on her forearms. I plunged into her over and over again, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back again. I was hitting her cervix and touching her g-spot. I leaned down and sank my teeth into her left shoulder blade. She cried out from the pleasure/pain I was inflicting.

I was lost in the extremity of the moment. I never had a woman make me feel this way. I was unleashed entirely and yet thoroughly in control. My own pleasure was intense beyond all prior experience, but I was incredibly focused on her satisfaction. I reached a hand under her and began to flick her clit with my fingers. She stretched against me even further and began to make a sound that was a moan and a desperate cry at the same time.

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock,” I began to talk into her right ear as I rammed myself into her and teased her clit. Her breathing became ragged, and she was on the verge of tears from the raw passion I was creating.

I pulled her towards me. With my free hand, and turned her head so that I could kiss her from behind. She moaned into my mouth as the floodgates opened inside her. I felt her pussy clench and unclench in rapid-fire motions around my cock as I, too, emptied myself deep into her core. She was soaked as my cock slowly moved in and out of her. The slick sounds that it made seemed very noisy in the quiet darkness of the room. Remi’s strength gave out as she collapsed forward on the bed, and I fell forward with her, adjusting myself so as not to crush her beneath me.

Wanting to see her face and kiss her lips, I lifted myself enough to make her flip back over again. She moved more slowly and lazily as if drugged by my powerful sex.

Her face was moist from the ecstatic tears, and I took pleasure in licking the saltiness from her cheeks. She gazed up at me, a look of euphoric wonder on her face. She cupped a hand against my cheek and leaned up to tenderly kiss me. “I love you, Max.”

“I love you too, Remi.”

“Should we call the hospital?”

“No, someone will call when it’s time.”

“She looked bad Max.”

“Hey,” I said, kissing her forehead. “My sister is a fighter. She’s young, strong and full of piss and vinegar. Nothing, and I mean no one is going to take her away from Ghost or Rebekah. You have to believe that.”

“Your wrong Max,” She whispered, with a seriousness I’d never seen before. “Death was here, and he was looking for a soul.”

THIS IS NOT THE END.

It’s only the beginning.

Next timE

There is nothing he can do.

It is written in stone.

To stop the madness, he searches the night to find the one who carries his light because darkness surrounds him, for death has arrived.

Coming Summer 2021

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