Banging Reaper(13)

Avery is completely different from the usual girl I go for. Different not only in personality but also in looks. Hell, even from where I normally go to pick a girl up at from home. She is the proverbial girl from the wrong side of the tracks.

I’m not sure what it is exactly that inflames me about her. In looks, she is the sexiest woman I have ever seen much less ever touched but I just can’t pin down why.

I don't consider it bragging when I think of the models I have dated. I’m used to picking a woman up at her home in the more affluent neighborhoods... Not the hood. I look around the apartment kitchen, it’s small but homey. I think by all the knickknacks she’s trying to make it as best as she can but she must not have much to work with.

“Fuck,” I mutter as I look in her freezer and then the fridge.

I see a bottle of ketchup. That’s it. She has a bottle of ketchup, a few string cheese packets and two packets of Raman noodles.

Not much else in the way of food unless I wanted to eat some cat food. She definitely feeds this little bundle of fur, I think as I reach down and let Sebastian rub his cheeks against my hand. He’s a friendly chunker.

“Pizza it is,” I mutter as I sneak back into her bedroom and grab my jeans from the floor.

I don’t know where my underwear or shirt ended up so I pull my pants up without underwear. I grab my cell and look up the closest pizza place around this part of town and quickly order a pepperoni pizza and a pizza with everything. I can’t tell what her tastes are as the entire kitchen is empty of almost anything that resembles food.

What I am doing here? She is so far from where I usually find myself.

I head into her living room to turn on the television but after what only takes a minute, I can see there’s only an ancient tube TV sitting on the stand and no remote anywhere to be found. No remote. Wow. And the couch looks like something the seventies puked up.

The only thing around that looks like it was manufactured within the last decade is the small black stereo shoved into the corner. At least it has a docking station for her phone. She is seriously not my usual.

“Not my usual,” I mumble to myself.

Sitting down on her couch I can’t help but smile. Going down the list of things that she is not is weird. She's not blonde. She’s not petite or blue eyed. I tend to go for blondes with little waists and big tits. And I'm usually not even an ass man but Avery... Dear god she makes me an ass man, a tit man and those legs, holy shit those damn legs. They are equal parts muscular, sexy and fucking long. She also has a mane of hair on her, those long black locks of beauty. Her green eyes stare into my own with an interest I don't usually see from other women. And I have only known her for less than twenty-four hours. I haven't felt something like this attraction that I have for Avery before with a woman. She makes me feel feral with how much I want her as mine, and I absolutely refuse to share her with anyone else.

The intercom in her apartment buzzes about thirty minutes after I ordered the pizzas and as I open the door, I can hear quiet shuffling in the bedroom. Closing the door, I look back down the short hall to see Avery standing there with the sheet wrapped around her body. She’s absolutely the picture of just been fucked.

“I ordered us some pizzas,” I say as I walk over to the kitchen table.

I watch her move as she walks over to the cabinets and grabs a couple of plates. Her body is framed by that white sheet wrapped tightly around her, and I find it incredible that she can make me think of sheets as sexy.

“Thank you,” she says quietly as she comes over to the table and stands there for a moment.

I’m not sure if I am invading her space or if she might be uncomfortable with me here.

“You okay, Avery?” Man even her name makes me feel warm inside. What the fuck is happening to me?

She nods her head and she sits down across from me while tucking her sheet in a way that keeps it covering her breasts.

“Yeah, sorry,” she apologizes. “I am still kind of groggy from the nap. What kind did you get us?”

I open the boxes and pull out a slice of each. “I wasn't sure what you would like so I ordered one with just pepperoni and one with everything.”

I smile when she smiles.

She tucks a long strand of loose hair behind her ear and says, “I like pizza. Any kind of pizza.”

“Me too.”

We eat a little but when she accidentally dribbles a bit of pizza sauce on the top of her breast and swipes it up with her finger to lick it off with her pink tongue... Well fuck I’m not made of stone, even if my cock instantly feels like it is.

I drop to my knees in front of her and pull her chair out, away from the table. Her eyes open up in shock as I lean forward and kiss her hard on the lips.

My head snakes down between her thighs and pushes the sheet up, away from her bare little pussy.

I can't just dive right in though, her inner thigh just begs to be licked, and that’s what I do. I nip it very lightly as I look up at her. I'm not going to rush this. I want to do my best to ruin her for any other man for the rest of her life.

“Oh my god,” she groans out as I swipe at her inner thigh with my tongue and her legs spread.

I slowly inch my way up towards her pussy. I can almost feel the heat radiating from it. Those wet lips are begging to be licked and suckled on. I lick one side and then the other, just outside of her tight little hole. Then I taste her.

It is exactly as I thought it would be, ambrosia.

Diving in, I can't help but to try to devour her. I can feel her body shuddering as I place her legs over my shoulders. I am not going to stop until she tells me to, and I might just ignore her if she does.

I eat her through two body quaking orgasms before she pushes me roughly away from her.

Her hair is damp from sweat, and her eyes are warm with need.

“Please take me to bed, Chase,” she asks, sounding breathless as she pants.

I lift her up into my arms and carry her back to bed. Laying her down, I spread her legs gently as I slowly lower myself between them. My throbbing cock is leading the way. I thought I was hard earlier but now I am actually aching. Just being able to take her to such body shaking orgasms has my cock dripping pre-cum all over her sheets.

I reach over to my pants and grab another condom. One left. I wasn't even sure this would happen tonight, now I just hope I brought enough. I quickly roll the condom onto my cock.

Pushing slowly into her sweltering heat, I groan with her as I fill her fully. I slowly pump in and out of her, each thrust feeling like a moment of bliss. I almost cum when I feel her walls rippling and gripping me.

She cries out and I lower my weight onto her after a few long strokes. I want to feel her breasts pushing up against my chest. Fuck there’s nothing like this. Her hands begin to make slow circles on my back as she raises those sexy hips up against my own.

Quickening our pace, I start to thrust harder as her hands reach down to my ass, her nails digging into my flesh as she pulls me harder and harder into her. Her legs clamp around my waist. I push myself deep between her legs as I feel the hot throbs of semen racing out of my cock. Each push deep into her releases another shot.

“Fuck!” I exclaim as I fight through the locking of my muscles and continue to thrust into her moaning body.

She reaches up and bites down on my shoulder as she lets out a short scream. When she’s done, she pulls back and falls against the bed. I slowly lower myself onto my side and pull her with me.

Reaching down for the condom, I pull it off and knot it then score another basket as I toss it to the garbage.

“My god,” I breathe out. “Your body feels like it was made to fit mine perfectly.”

“I have never felt so well satisfied or perfectly sapped of all energy,” she groans into my chest.

After pulling her sheet up and around us she latches onto my side tightly.

“I don't think I can move my body if I had to, that was amazing,” I say and kiss the top of her head.

After the day I’ve had, I fall asleep with her in my arms and sleep like the dead.





Chapter Nine





Avery




I’m sore, but sore in a good way.

My thighs are achy and my throat feels a little raw. I think I overdid it a bit last night with Chase. I definitely got carried away. But it was worth it, so worth it. I feel utterly sated.

I wouldn’t even get out of bed if my bladder wasn’t screaming at me.

I try to roll over but there’s a heavyweight pinning me down. I squirm but if anything the weight becomes heavier. I peek over and he’s still here.

Chase is sleeping soundly in my bed with his arm thrown over me. He must be sleeping well, his lips are slack and a bit of drool glistens at the corner of his mouth. He snores softly.

I try to lift his arm off me but the damn thing feels as if it’s made of lead, it won’t move. He groans, stirring a bit so I push at him. His hand grabs me by the hip and he drags me closer.

“Chase?” I ask as he molds his body against my ass.

I think this morning he’s happy to see me.

“Hmmm?” he grumbles and nuzzles into my neck.

“I need to get up,” I say regretfully.

“Leaving so soon?” he asks and I feel his morning wood nudging against my thigh.

I actually consider trying to hold it and staying in bed with him, but ultimately decide it’s not worth the risk.

“Yeah, sorry,” I apologize. “I haven’t peed the bed since I was two. I’ve got a good streak going.”