Page 121 of Reaper’s Wrath

I can’t imagine her going to the crew’s quarters, so after a quick sweep of the other guest bedrooms, I head to the sky lounge. The evening grows darker with each passing minute, but I don’t turn on any lights. That would spoil the fun.

More importantly, I would have missed seeing Isa’s unforgettable naked body bathed in the amber glow of the sunset. She’s kneeling on the poker table in the center of the room like an angel newly arrived from heaven.

“Took you long enough,” she murmurs playfully.

“Knees apart.” My quiet command drips with hunger.

Playtime is over.

While she complies, I remove my boots, whipping the laces through their metal grommets with practiced ease. The apex between her thighs is hidden in shadow, making the sight even more enticing.

“Now, I want you to slide one of your fingers deep into your greedy little pussy.”

I remove my shirt and watch her chest rise and shudder at the feel of her own touch.

“Are you already wet for me, buttercup?”

“Yes, El. So wet.”

“Of course, you are. Because your body knows who you belong to.”

She moans, flexing her palm against her clit.

“Slide that finger out and spread those juices because I’m about to fuck you into next week.” I take off the last of my clothes, pausing for a moment to fist my throbbing cock while I watch the sexiest woman in the world finger herself on the top of my poker table bathed in the light of the setting sun.

I engrave the image into my memories.

“You make my cock so goddam hard without a single touch. It should be illegal.”

Her teeth graze her bottom lip before she shifts back from her knees to her butt, going back on her elbows and widening her knees so that her pussy is on full display. “This is what you do to me. And if you make me sit here much longer, I’m going to drip onto your pristine game table.”

I don’t give a fuck about the table, but my cock is only too ready to bury himself deep inside her, so I charge forward and lift her in my arms. She circles her legs around my middle with a squeal. Both of us groan in pleasure when her scalding center presses over my rigid cock.

In a flash, I have her back against the wall.

“Yes, El,” she breathes.

When I suck one of her taut peaks into my mouth, her head thumps back against the wall. I release her with a pop of suction, then flick my tongue rapidly against her nipple before repeating on the other side. By the time I’m done, I can feel her weeping core coating my cock.

“Please, Elio. I need to feel you inside me,” she cries.

“Impatient girl.” I graze my teeth over her breast. “I’m getting you nice and ready for me.”

“I was ready an hour ago at the hotel,” she jabs teasingly.

“I suppose you may be right…”

“Elio!”

With a wicked grin, I thrust up into her warm cunt, then a second time until I’m fully inside her.

All humor has been forgotten.

Isa releases a wanton moan from deep in her throat that sings to the savage in me. It takes everything I have to give her body a moment to adjust. My muscles tremble with the need to fuck.

I pull out and glide back inside her.

Isa’s hand fists my hair as she releases a languid, “Yesss…”