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“Lick it.”

As I slide my tongue over the tip, I smile up at him. He drags a breath through his teeth. I follow up with a swirl around the head before taking him into my mouth.

“Jesus,” he groans.

I tuck my hair behind my ear and suck him as I move up and down his length. His hand tightens in my hair. I take him to the back of my throat and try to go farther still.

“Fuck, babe.”

Pulling back, I catch my breath while I stroke him with my hand. He’s so wet, my fingers glide easily.

“Time for some nuts.” With a wicked grin, I lick one of his balls. His head falls back on the pillow. I suck it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, and then move to its twin. “Guess I’m not allergic after all.”

Moving back to his dick, I lick him from base to tip then close my lips around him. I suck him hard, showing no mercy, just like he did to me. I have both hands wrapped around him now, stroking and sucking simultaneously.

“Fuck!” he yells, pulling on my hair.

He tries to guide my movements, but I push his hand away. His hips jerk as I lightly slide my teeth along the shaft. I place it between my breasts, pushing them together to grip him. He rises up on his elbows and watches me with hooded eyes. I start to move, but I only manage a few strokes before he grabs my shoulders and flips me onto my back. He straddles my chest and I push my breasts back together as he slides his dick between them.

“Love your tits, babe.”

I watch his face as he fucks my boobs. Somehow, it seems as if he’s getting as much pleasure from it as when he’s inside me. I fucking love it. I stick my tongue out so every time he pushes forward, I lick his tip. He groans and grunts, pumping faster as his orgasm draws close. I release my breasts and grab his dick, sucking on the head while I jerk him off.

“Fuck, Raven, I’m –”

I cut him off when I suck harder. He pulses beneath my fingers and then I feel his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallow each spurt, still sucking as he jerks above me. It’s notthatdisgusting.

“Jesus Christ!”

He stares down at me in disbelief because I keep him in my mouth, even when I feel him start to soften. Groaning, he pulls away reluctantly.

“Fuck. Don’t know if I love your mouth or your pussy more.”

He moves down my body, but I wriggle away from him because I don’t think I can handle another round. He chuckles and sidles up next to me, pulling me back into his arms.

“You done for the night?” he asks.

“Let’s pace ourselves here.”

“Told you you’d be begging for a break.”

“Yeah, but you’re killing me.”

“Hey, they don’t call me Reaper for nothing,” he replies, voice laced with conceit.

“You know, in some cultures, the raven is considered a symbol of death.”

He pulls me closer, his arm tightening around me. “See, doll? Just proves you were made for me.”

Baby Jesus. This man is intent on pulling me in so deep that I have no hope of ever getting out. God, I hope these are more than just words. I would die if he doesn’t feel the same way I do.

“I’m gonna get a beer. You want anything?”

“Stay. I’ll get it,” I tell him.

I put on a pair of his boxers and a T-shirt with ‘Reaper’ across the chest then head out to the kitchen. A few of the guys are playing pool while Venom is in a corner getting his dick sucked by a Hound.Hello, Venom. Shit, having a big dick must be a requirement for membership in this club.Damn. Everyone greets me, even Venom, who smiles and waves. I make my way to the kitchen, shaking my head and laughing to myself. I grab two beers for Gage and place them on the counter while I get myself a soda. When I turn around, Britney is standing there staring at me.Fuck! Why do bitches insist on sneaking up on me?

“You think you’re hot shit, don’t you?”