Page 34 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

He had no idea if she liked that move or hated it. But Vi was a strong woman with strong opinions and she’d have no problem telling him to stop if she didn’t.

So he continued, kicking it up another notch. Leaving half-moon impressions of his teeth in the soft rounded flesh of her breast as he impaled her over and over with his hard as fuck cock.

While she hadn’t begged for mercy yet, he was just about there himself.

Of course, her nails scraping down his back and drilling into his ass wasn’t helping. Despite Vi’s groans, moans, and her actions, as well as her pussy clenching around him almost driving him off a sharp cliff, the fuck if he was going to tell her to stop.

Fuck no.

But when her teeth sank into his shoulder—surprisingly harder than expected—Reaper thought he would have to scream uncle. He didn’t. He simply dug deeper and became more determined to launch her over the edge first before allowing himself to do the same.

He shot his load before she came last time, he couldn’t repeat that blunder again. That wasn’t like him and he hoped it was a one-off. But then, he couldn’t remember any woman he’d been with in the past affecting him as much as Vi.

This woman really tested his endurance. And his sense of humor.

And occasionally his patience. Especially when he was fighting not to come.

“Vi,” he groaned against her heated flesh.

“I’m going to come,” she wailed, her hips popping up and off the mattress to meet him thrust for thrust.

“Soak my cock.”

She slammed a hand on the mattress, causing him to skip a beat. And with one more surge upward, she clamped her thighs tighter, threw her head back, and shattered around him.

He paused only long enough to ride out her orgasm, trying not to fall victim to the intense ripples. Once he was sure his brain was still in his noggin, he kicked it up another notch in hopes to give her a second climax.

Once she got hers, instead of relaxing into the mattress, she dug her heels in and matched his energy pound per pound.

The harder he went, so did she. It got to the point when she came a second time, he had to make sure she wasn’t having a damn seizure. Proof that she wasn’t, was the slight upward curve to her lips and the way her eyes were glued to his. She sure looked pleased with his performance.

Only, seeing that made him hit his limit. This woman tested him in ways he didn’t want to admit and because of that…

He. Was. Done.

His hips stuttered to a stop and a deep grunt exploded from him at the same time his cum did.

He dropped his head and his lungs pumped quickly, and once he thought he wasn’t going to die, he pulled out, rolled off her and onto his back.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, staring up at the ceiling.

She pinned herself to his side, patted his pumping chest, and said, “Ditto, dude.”

Ditto, dude?

What the actual fuck?

“That was an A-plus performance.” She flopped onto her back again and gave him a double thumbs-up.

“Glad you think so,” he grumbled. “But I didn’t know I was getting graded.”

“Silly man. Of course women grade men’s sexual performances. But we usually keep that to ourselves or share with our besties.”

“Your bestie is Zeke.” Reaper lifted his head and slipped the condom off before it leaked.

“I said besties with an S. I have more than one.”

He again turned his head enough to face her. “Who’s the other one?”