Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Reaper went hard and fast, and she felt every single jolt as he fucked her. Wrapping her legs around him, she met him thrust for thrust, but she was never one to be outdone, not anymore. She shoved him, and even though he was by far stronger than her, he still moved to where she wanted him.
Putting her hands on his shoulders, she smiled down at him, using his chest for leverage to work his length inside and out. He grabbed her hips and started to pull her down, riding his length. Closing her eyes, she gave him her all, and he reached between the lips of her pussy and stroked her clit.
“I want you to come all over my cock, baby.”
It didn’t take him long to bring her to orgasm. The moment she came, she did so screaming his name, begging for more, not wanting to let go. The ride was incredible. It burned inside her, melting her to her core, and before her orgasm had even finished, Reaper followed her.
His dick pulsed in waves, filling her up, and she relished it, giving herself to him, and him alone.
She collapsed on his chest, his cock still deep inside her, running the tips of his fingers across her flesh.
“This was amazing,” she said.
“You can have this whenever you want to.”
All she had to do was give up about heading home. That was all he wanted from her, but she didn’t know if she could ever give up Preacher.
****
“It doesn’t hurt?” Robin asked.
“No, it doesn’t hurt,” Reaper said. “Look at my body. Do you really think if something hurt, I’d keep on doing it?”
“I don’t know what your level for pain is.” She watched as Trick moved the ink pen slowly across Reaper’s flesh. In the time she’d been with Reaper, this was the third time the man had paid a visit to them. This time, he was doing something on Reaper’s back. With his shirt off, it exposed the heart tattoo, directly over his chest. Reaper had a lot of ink.
“Do you only do work by instruction?” she asked.
“Are you thinking of a design?” Trick asked.
“I don’t know.”
He lifted his pen and reached down into his bag, grabbing a book. “Here you go, take a look in this. They’re all my drawings. Some stuff I’ve inked on flesh, others, I haven’t. I like to doodle.”
“You do?”
“Yes.”
She ran her hand across the book, wondering what it would be like to have Preacher’s work of art on her body.
Pushing those thoughts from her mind, she didn’t want to risk being asked questions by Reaper. She hated to lie and if he asked her anything right now, she was liable to break.
At first, the ink work were some symbols and bird designs. Nothing really popped out at her. The deeper she got into the book, the more elaborate the designs became. The bird started to sit on a branch, which then developed into a tree.
Some of the designs were dark.
She couldn’t help but think about Preacher’s artwork back at the nursery. He’d been so beautifully creative. She missed that part of him so much.
Running her hand over each piece, she tried not to think about Preacher, not anymore.
Her feelings for Reaper, they were messing with her emotions when it came to everything to do with her love of Preacher. The man back home, he deserved a woman who wasn’t falling for another man. There was more to Reaper than she had ever given him credit for, and it scared her. Every second of every single day that she was away from Preacher, it drew her away from the life she once knew.
What was her father doing?
Bishop?
Her mother?
Why did she even care?
The life on the open road offered a chance to forget, to leave all she’d known behind.
Finally, turning to the last page, she came upon a rose. It was so deeply red and traveled up a thorn. Several roses were on the same bush.
She traced her finger across each petal.
“Have you seen one you like?” he asked.
“This one. Can you do this?” She held the book up.
“I can do it but it’s going to take more than one sitting. Where do you want it?”
Robin stared down at her body and then stood up, lifting her shirt to beneath her bra. “Here, can you do it here?”
“All from beneath your tit, down to the top of your thigh? Yeah, I can do it. Like I said, Reaper’s going to have to stick around a bit for me to do it.”
“Can we?”
“You’re sure you want that one?” Reaper asked.
“Yeah, why? Don’t you like it?”
“It’s not about what I like,” he said. “It’s about what you like.”
“Then this is the one I want.” She tapped the book. “Can I have this one?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Reaper moved. “Get started on her right away.”