Page 28 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

Once Reaper managed to roll the condom down his length—all without ending the kiss—he hiked her up higher and held his cock in place.

Without a word, she adjusted enough so he could take her in one thrust.

She’d never had sex standing up. While technically she was sandwiched between the door and Reaper, he was on his feet, so that counted.

She didn’t think he could get any deeper than when she had been riding his cock on the porch swing. She had been so, so wrong.

He was buried deliciously deep, especially when he kept thrusting upward at a quick pace while pulling her down. Almost as if he was in a race to get her to come.

Pinning her more tightly against the door to maintain her position, he continued to piston up and into her at a fast and furious pace.

Obviously, this first one would only be a quickie. But it better only be this first time.

She needed to keep focused on the prize: setting her eyes on a completely naked Clay Wyatt. With the lights on, too. That way she could count all his sexy as fuck tattoos.

Maybe even lick one or two. Or better yet, a few.

But he was slamming into her so hard that with every thrust upward, the jolt caused all the air to expel harshly from her lungs.

Was he working out some sort of aggression?

Even if he was, it was far from too rough or fast for her. In fact, she wouldn’t care if he took it up another notch. She could handle it as long as he could.

Fuck, the hitch in his hip action made it seem like he was on the verge of defeat already. He better not leave her in the dust.

When she clamped her pussy tighter around his cock, he growled, “That’s not fucking helping, Violet.”

Before she could respond, he jammed his cock in one more time.

“Fuck,” came from between what sounded like gritted teeth and he stilled, breathing hard.

Did he just…

What the…

Then it was like he was kickstarted and he began moving again. Only more slowly and smoothly. He wedged his hand between them and pinched her clit, causing her to gasp and twitch in his arms.

“What do you need?” he asked in her ear, no longer sounding like he was about to break apart.

“Just…fuck…me,” she ground out between pants.

“Been doing that.”

“Keep doing it.” The problem was, he’d already emptied his tank. How much more could he pull off?

He sank his teeth sharply into the upper curve of her breast which made her buck against him, then grind down on his cock.

He released another searing curse but didn’t abandon her. Instead, he doubled down.

Clearly, he was just as determined as she was for her to come.

Team player, right there.

Or he was afraid she’d fire his ass on the spot.

She’d never. But she’d be tempted.

Then without warning, he drove his hand between her and the door, finding that forbidden hole around back and playing with it as he scraped his teeth over the tips of each nipple. An electrical current shot through her, hit her pussy, and she convulsed around him. Her eyes rolled back, her hips twitched against his, and a moan slid from between her lips.