Page 23 of Mercy for Reaper

“I’m injured, and you’re already dressed for the occasion,” I rasp, running my hands up her thigh to her ass cheeks, cupping the perfect mounds into my hands.

“I’m going to get something for your split lip,” she huffs, ready to climb off me, but I wrap my arms around her waist and roll us so she’s the one lying under me. I run my gaze over her perfect body, my cock leaking behind the fly with the need to be inside her. “Reaper, get off me. I need to take care of your injury.”

“I have something else that aches more than the split lip,” I whisper, grabbing her hand and guiding it to my erection. “This one is more urgent, you see.”

Her eyes flash with heat, and I see the moment she gives in. “You ruined my perfectly choreographed night. I was going to treat you so good,” she purrs, leaning up and brushing her lips lightly over my split lip. “I was going to break the ethical code all nurses and fuck my patient.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” I muse, sliding my hand up her thigh and grabbing her thong before tearing it away. She gasps when I rip the thing completely off before tossing it aside. “How about we skip to the point where your patient gets his treatment already?”

“That’s for me to decide,” she counters, pushing me to my back again and climbing on my lap. I watch as she pops open my button and tugs down the zipper. I bite back a moan when she dips her hand into my briefs and grabs my shaft, the feel of her hand almost has shooting in my pants.

“Fuck!” I shout, gripping my wife’s hips as she strokes my cock, her beautiful green eyes locked on mine as she does so.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispers, rocking her hips slowly over my lap as she jerks my cock in slow, measured moves. “I could lose my nursing license if someone found out I was seducing my patient.”

I groan deeply when she squeezes the head of my shaft, sending a string of precum dripping down her hand. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“What if we get caught?” she whispers, biting into her lips and fluttering her lashes down at me innocently, and fuck, looking at her, I realize I am the luckiest man in the world. Thankful for the billionth time that I stumbled into her life the way I did.

“We’ll be real quiet, so we don’t get caught,” I rasp, my cock aching with the need to be inside of her, and when she finally guides my hardness to her opening and sinks fully onto my cock, we both groan in pleasure. Her palm slaps my chest as she rolls her hips in circles, her back arched and eyes locked on mine.

Our need for each other has been a constant in our marriage, and we’re always going at each other, but today something feels different. She sure looks hornier than I have seen in a while with the way she rolls her hips, riding my cock like it’s the one thing she needs to survive. Her eyes start to go glassy and her entire body shakes as she moves on my cock.

She whimpers when I reach up and tear open little dress, exposing the sexy bra, her nipples poking through the material. “More,” she whimpers, rocking her hips wildly over mine. “Need more.”

Fuck!

She always knows just how to set me off. With a loud growl, I spin us around and position her on her knees, so I can sink into her pussy from behind. I ruck up her dress and shove my stiff cock into her wetness in a single move. She cries out when the new position sends me impossibly deeper inside her. I grip her hips and ride her so hard, her ass cheeks bounce from the sheer force of my thrusts. I wrap her long dark hair around my fist with my free hand and push her face down on the bed as I rut her. “What kind of naughty nurse are you, riding your patient’s dick?” I slap her perfect little ass, making her moan loudly and her pussy grow even slicker with arousal. “You like that?”

“Oh, yes . . . again,” she whimpers against the sheets. “Please.”

I indulge her, lightly slapping at her backside as I drive my cock into her, the move has her walls pulsing hotly around me, and I groan deeply even as the wet sounds of our connecting flesh fill the room. A tremble rocks her body, and I can tell she is close, so I guide my hand between her legs and strum her clit with my middle finger, and that’s all it takes to set her off.

She orgasms with a scream, her sex cinching hard around me, and I come right after her. Her pleasured sobs mix with my deep grunts as I hammer into her through the orgasm. Her tight little pussy pulses around me, milking me of every last drop of my seed before we both drop to the bed in a tangle of limbs.

“I’m all healed up,” I pant, kissing her shoulder, and her body starts to shake with laughter as she moves her head so we’re facing each other.

“Don’t get hurt again,” she warns, but we both know it’s impossible to not get hurt when I am an enforcer of a motorcycle club, but I did promise her to do my best to be safe so I could protect her and the little family we’ve made, and I plan to keep that promise.

“I love you, and I will always be here to protect you, Holly,” I vow, leaning in and brushing my lips over hers, sealing my promise. The universe gifted me this precious woman after years of dealing me a shitty hand, and I intend to stay by her side well into the next lifetime.

~The End