Page 33 of Reaper and Ruin

A man smaller than him wouldn’t have been able to wrap himself around a woman of my size, but Levi had always made me feel small. His broad shoulders and long limbs gave him the reach he needed to fully enclose me in his embrace, slowly working my pleasure points until one finger slipped inside me, and then another.

I gasped at the intrusion, my eyes closing.

He bit down on my shoulder. “Eyes up, watching me, Violet. I want you to see how beautiful you are when I make you come.”

The reflection showed his hands molding and tweaking my breasts, big, groping handfuls that sent pleasure roaring through my system. The sight of what he did between my legs was cutoff by the sink, but I didn’t need to see it. I felt every movement, every thrust of his fingers inside me, each one building me up until I was begging for him to go faster, to give me more.

I ground my ass back against him, rocking on my heels, needing his cock inside me, needing us joined. The stress I’d been carrying around for weeks had all culminated in the last twenty-four hours, and my body demanded a release.

Letting him fuck me into oblivion was better than having a full-blown mental breakdown in a restaurant bathroom.

He dropped his hand from my tits to undo his fly, his lips at my ear the entire time. “You know what’s through the doors at the back of this club? It’s Psychos on steroids. Do you have any idea how much I want to take you out there and tie you up, just to watch every other man choke on his desire for you while they watch what I’d do to your body? Do you have any idea how much I want to watch you ride one of the dildos they have imbedded in the walls and the benches? I want to put you on your knees in front of one of those glory holes and fuck that pretty mouth. You won’t be able to see, but you’ll know it’s me anyway.”

I gasped at the darker, more dominant tone in his voice, one I hadn’t really heard from him before, but one that did things deep inside my core so I just wanted him to say it more. “Yes,” I moaned, knowing he was distracting me from all the other dark thoughts inside my head, also realizing it was exactly what I needed.

“You want me to fuck you like that, Violet? Publicly make you mine like X did in that cam room?”

I ground back on him, my arousal soaking his fingers. “Yes,” I groaned, sure in that moment, with him edging me toward an orgasm and whispering the dirtiest things I’d ever heard in my life, that I would have agreed to anything he wanted to do to me.

I trusted this man with everything I had. Everything I was.

I loved him.

I wanted everyone to know how much. I didn’t care who saw. It only turned me on more.

My gaze met his in the mirror.

There was a challenge there. Like he knew he was pushing me, testing me to see how far I would go.

“I could reach over and unlock this door right now.”

I met his challenge. “Or you could stop wasting time, fuck me hard, and let me unlock it.”

It was apparently exactly the right thing to say. His answering growl was feral. He jerked me from the sink and pushed me up against the bathroom door instead.

I braced myself with my hands, fingers inching toward the lock, fully intending that my words hadn’t been an idle threat but more of a promise.

If someone walked in her right now and caught us fucking, then so be it. I needed this.

Needed him.

If he wanted to walk on the wild side, then I would walk with him.

I was pretty sure I would walk anywhere with this man.

His hands covered mine on the lock, and before I could protest, he slammed into me from behind.

I forgot all about whatever distraction game we were playing with our dirty talk and promises of public claiming.

I fell into the pounding of his body against mine, the stretch of his cock inside me, filling me so perfectly I could weep. I ground back on him, taking as much of him as I could, deepening the angle so he could bottom out.

All games were forgotten in the swirling desire that filled me.

He pulled my hand from the lock on the door and guided it between my legs, both of us working my clit together, until I was gasping and moaning, begging him to let me fall over the edge.

He gave it to me exactly how I wanted it. No fucking around, no holding back. He pushed me right to the brink and then broke through it, sending me spiraling into pleasure.

He went with me, my name a groan on his lips, his cock jerking inside me, one final slam of his body against mine ending his orgasm while he was buried deep inside.