Banging Reaper(34)

I toss my head back and forth. “It’s yours. I’m yours,” I plead with him. I tighten my thighs and press my knees together.

“What’s mine?” he asks. His face drops, his breath is hot against my throat.

Why is he doing this to me? Why is he torturing me?

“My pussy is yours,” I groan and I feel his fingers curl.

Yes, yes, he’s going to reward me. His teeth graze my throat. I repeat, wanting more, “It’s yours, it’s yours.”

He pulls his fingers out ever so slowly. I feel empty, incomplete. What did I do wrong? As if I could keep him inside I lock my knees together.

“Tell me you’ll never leave me again. Tell me you will always stay with me.”

How could I ever walk away from him again? Walk away from this? I don’t want to push him away, I just want to grab on to him and pull him in tighter.

“I’ll never leave you!” I cry out and he slams his fingers deep inside me.

“Say you’ll stay,” he growls, pulling his fingers out.

I’ll say anything, do anything so he knows I’m here, this time for good. I know what life is like without him. What life is like stubbornly suffering as you try to make it on your own. I’m tired of being alone. Home, this is home. Not this house, not this bathroom. Chase is home to me. He’s where I was always meant to be.

“I’ll stay!” I promise him, my nails sinking into his wrist. My clit aches, throbbing with each brush of his palm.

“Say it again,” he demands and pulls his fingers all the way out.

I groan in frustration, rocking my hips, needing to be filled, “I’ll stay, I’ll stay.”

“Good,” he grunts and kisses me.

I try to kiss him back but then I stiffen as his hips thrust forward and he suddenly impales me on his cock.

Oh fuck, I think I scream into his mouth but I really don’t know.

All I know is that he’s inside me, filling me, stretching me. He’s so big, I feel as if I might burst. Then he pulls back ever so slow. Only to drive forward gloriously, brutally. My eyes roll back and I swear I see stars.

Our bodies crash together, making wet slapping sounds. He drives so hard, so deep, it’s as if he’s purposely trying to thrust himself through my womb.

It feels different. It feels warmer. Something about this time just feels more real. Chase drops my wrist just as my fingers begin to feel numb. And for some reason, I suddenly realize what’s wrong.

“Oh shit, you’re not wearing a condom.” I pant out as he thrusts so hard my ass slams against the wall.

“I know,” he growls and his lips start to spread into a grin.

I can’t help but look down between our bodies, watching as his uncovered shaft pumps in and out. It’s red and swollen, glistening wet from me.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks and then pushes me up until I’m standing on the tip of my toes. “Because I’ll stop, but I really don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to?” I gasp and he slams into me really hard. Oh my god, there’s so much pressure. It feels so good.

He groans out, “Fuck no.”

“Even,” I gasp each word. “If. I.” And I can’t even finish my sentence because as if he means to daze me, as if he means to overwhelm me, he starts to pound into me like a fucking jackhammer.

His head falls forward and I feel his hot breath against my ear. “You would look so fucking hot pregnant with my baby.”

That’s it. That’s my undoing.

I can’t hold back, I can’t contain the pressure any more. Hot, liquid waves of pleasure roll through me. I scream out my release, my entire body shuddering as I reach climax and explode.

Colors flash behind my eyes. I feel myself clenching at him, milking at him and then I feel as if I’m being filled with hot sticky warmth.

“Oh fuck,” Chase tenses and I feel him swelling inside me. “I fucking love you, Avery. Oh, fuck, I love you.”

When I can find my breath, I clutch at him, telling him, “I love you, too. I fucking love you, Chase. My Chase.”

My orgasm feels as if it goes on forever. Maybe feeling Chase release inside me triggers another one. I don’t know. I only know I’m mindless, lost in bliss for an eternity before I finally drift back down.

I become aware of myself in pieces. There’s my nails still clawing at Chase’s skin. The poor guy has enough cuts as it is. I feel a little ashamed about scratching him up. I loosen my hold.

“Are you okay?” Chase asks, his voice husky and tender. Now I feel where he was lightly kissing my neck. He brushes my hair back out of my face.

I’m more than okay, I feel better than ever. But it would take too much brain power and breath to explain that so I just nod and ask, “Are you?”

Chase nods and returns my smile.

His arms tighten around me in a hug. “Any regrets?” he asks.

Do I regret meeting him? Loving him? Moving in with him? Or not using a condom?

I rise up, meeting him halfway. I brush my lips tenderly across his lips and answer him honestly. “None at all.”





Epilogue





Chase




Wow, it’s been eight months since I first fought Ethan. Seven months and one week since I told Avery I was in love with her. Four months since she said it back to me, right before I beat the shit out of Ethan for a final time and retired. Three months and three days since my father gave me my mother’s engagement ring and wedding band.

And three long seconds since I asked the love of my life to marry me. How the fuck did I get to this point?

We didn't leave my house for a full three days after she finally came home with me for good. I'm not sure if she didn't have to go to school, that we would have left period. I had to have her, and her need for me was just as great. Her hands didn't leave a part of me for very long those three days. Mine were just as glued to her though. It was as if we wanted to make sure the other was real and wouldn't disappear.

Those first few days we made a pact, it would forever be us and no matter what we wouldn't let anyone or anything come between us again.

Taking her to meet Dad was a good thing, he was climbing the walls after we had locked ourselves away from the world. He's as charmed with Avery as I am. He slipped the ring into my hand as I was hugging him goodbye then whispered, “She would love to know Avery had them.”

So the three seconds Avery stands there in my father’s living room, staring down at me as I hold out the diamond ring, is the longest three seconds of my life. Even longer than when we were waiting for the pregnancy test to show its answer.

Shit, her belly is barely showing right now and it’s probably one of the sexiest things I have ever seen in my life. When she sits on the couch or in the car, she gently rests her hand on our unborn child. She even has this way of laying on her side in the bed, her arm wrapped around her belly like she is already trying to cradle the baby.

She likes to pull me up tight against her ass as she pulls my arm around her and snuggles so damn close. I don't know if I should try humping her or hugging her, so I end up doing both. Any man that isn't attracted to his pregnant wife’s belly is fucking crazy. I might just try to keep her always pregnant. It’s making her glow, and she's always smiling, always happy. I keep trying to think of a way to describe her happiness, but I just can't get the words right.

A lot of shit has happened. I retired. All good for me and Avery. I bought the gym I was training at, and started a school for anyone who wants to train and work hard. We have a lot of latchkey type kids, at risk kids and a ton of kids who want to try and make something of themselves legally. Avery is in charge of most of the kid’s emotional needs, she’s a natural at it. I keep pushing her to go past just doing education and to try for a child psychologist, if anyone can do it, it’s her.

Dad has been dating a doctor he met at some real estate function he went to, and he finally has a grandbaby on the way. He couldn't be any happier. He's even coming to the gym to work out with me.

Ethan's luck ran out. We told the police what we suspected, and with just a few questions from the detectives, the punks who attacked me were spilling their guts about the rich boy who hired them to fuck me up. He copped a plea immediately, and is now doing a ton of community service with five years of probation. The Nevada Athletic Commission handed him a lifetime ban from competing in MMA in the state. On top of everything, the fuck stick continued to harass Avery. I helped her file a restraining order against him. So fuck him the mouthy little fuck.

Avery has tears spilling down her cheeks as she nods her head yes. Pulling me up, she wraps herself around me and hugs me to her. “Yes! Yes! I love you, Chase. You make me so happy.”

Sweeping her up, I kiss her hard and with as much heat as I can until she pushes me away, giggling with a bright red blush on her cheeks.

She just made me the happiest man alive.



The End