Hunter: MC Romance (Hell Reapers MC Book 1) (41 page)

There’d never been a woman that completed me as much as her.

She finally managed to pull herself away from my embrace, but I wasn’t nearly done with her – I never could be.

It was my one, true weakness.

Pulling Jessica back in, I planted another greedy kiss on her lips and then motioned for her with my head, to get to the fucking table. Couldn’t help but smack her ass, as she went on by. I poured us each several glasses of wine, and no more than ten, sexually frustrating minutes later, her body got the better of me. I dropped my silverware, and they clanked against the plate as I shot up from the chair. Stalking over to Jessica, with predatory steps, my eyes raked over her – the ripening desire filling every inch of my body.

I picked her up from the chair, this look of fear and lust and excitement, dancing in those emerald beauties. Lifting her to me, she cinched her legs around my waist and we nearly knocked over the chair she had been using. My lips pressed against her own with a burning need, that molten ball of desire behind my cock demanding I pay attention to it.

I pushed Jessica against the wall of the dinning room. Just like that we were attacking each other like animals, my teeth grazing against her neck – leaving sucking little marks as I moved across her collar bone. With an excited touch, and my body keeping her held against the wall, my hands pawed at her thick, gorgeous breasts; after a moment I managed to slip them free, pulling her bra down so that they spilled out from the top.

Mouth finding her hard, pink nipples, I sucked them long and deep, groaning as I did so – my cock stirring against my jeans. When the pain was becoming unbearable, I quickly undid them and slipped my feet from the pants and underwear that pooled below. Kicked those badboys to the side and unzipped Jessica’s panties, revealing her preciously wet pussy.

God she looked so fucking good. She’d only gotten better with age, like a good wine. I personally blamed Sabrina for getting me into the ‘hobby’ of drinking a variety of red wines.

Jessica moaned with anticipation and brought her hands to my face, letting her fingers play and press where they pleased, “Hunter,” she breathed, her legs clenching tighter around me. Jess positioned herself closer to me, rubbing her slick pussy lips against the head of my cock – driving me wild with hungry ecstasy. “I need it,” she whispered, her hand finding my hardness, “I need you to fuck me.”

With one slick motion, I rocked myself into the welcoming embrace of her sex, “Take it then,” I snarled. Sheathing myself in her completely, our eyes locked with one another, noses nearly touching now. “Take this fucking cock like a good girl,” I husked, pulling my hardness from her clinging walls, and proceeding to stroke in and out of her velvet folds.

Electricity danced between us, our rhythms syncing up perfectly – we’d learned each other’s bodies to the highest possible point. I brought my hand down to the pad of her pussy, pressing against it – feeling the thickness of my shaft as it slid against her; brushing up against her g-spot and kissing at the height of my stroke at her cervix. Our eyes searched one another, and I could feel the sexual drippings of her pussy, as they rolled from my balls. Each slap of them punctuated the air, as I fucked her with a reckless abandon, pouring every ounce of my energy into taking her.

Jessica wailed loudly and proudly. The house was empty and we could both just let go. I felt the nails of her fingers dig in deep, and the walls of her pussy clenched around my slick cock; there wasn’t a chance in hell that she wasn’t desperately close. I couldn’t contain my proud, mischievous smirk at getting my wife to the edge. She rocked her hips against me, panting out a pleasured series of yes’s. “Fill me,” she gulped for air, the first glistening of sweat forming against my person. “Fill me up, baby,” she begged, “please.”

It drove me insane, just hearing her talk dirty to me. I could feel the stirring in my balls, this unstoppable heat like a fire raging out of control.

There was no choice. No more weight of thought. Just simple, primal action.

I felt her shatter against me, throwing her head into my shoulder and acting like a creature too-long depraved of what she
needed
.

In that moment, I’d never been so helplessly caught in a storm of bliss. Every monstrous stroke of my cock inside of Jessica, every pant and hard breath that we shared – it all came into a beautiful crescendo, my muscles tightened as her walls clenched. With hearts rapidly beating in rhythm, and ragged breaths dancing together like two glinting blades beneath the moon – I drained myself inside of her. Every part of me became sated with a spacey weight; like someone had filled my bones, and my muscles with water. It was a good weight; fingers of ecstasy raking chills all along my body, wave after unrelenting wave.

I didn’t take my cock from her. Felt the proof of our love and our lust rolling down my shaft. We’d made a serious mess of one another, and our shared, spent smiles, told the tale.

Some deep, amazing fucking purr, rolled from her throat, “I love feeling your seed inside of me,” she confessed, wiggling her bottom against me, giving me another set of chills. “Let’s take this party to bed, tiger,” she brought her lips to mine and we embraced one another for a long while. Jessica dipped her head back and laughed lightly, “come on,” she urged.

“Already did that,” I joked, kissing her lips, “but I’m down for seconds.”

“And thirds,” she breathed, moving to my ear and nipping at the lobe.

“Let’s see if we can’t beat our honeymoon.”

We outdid our honeymoon, and when my angel fell asleep completely sated and content in my arms, with her head against my chest. I smiled. I watched her foot jerk every now and again, no doubt to some dream; rubbed my hands all along her pale, lovely body, and listened.

Listened at how two hearts, at the end of the night, could come together and beat together perfectly.

THE END.

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Apocalyptica - Not Strong Enough

Through Glass - Stone Sour

Florence + Machine - You’ve Got The Love

Florence + Machine - Cosmic Love

Florence + Machine - What Kind Of Man

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To My Readers:

Hey everyone, LL here. Just wanted to drop a line at the back of the book, once again, to thank you all for reading - I know that not all of you will enjoy what I wrote, but I hope the majority of you were pleased. Even if I just touch one kind soul, and bring some smiles, well hell that’s a win in my mind. If you’ve checked out my previous books, you’re a really awesome and cool person. Speaking candidly, I struggled with writing Revved Up Hearts, and I feel like Hell Reapers 1 was a huge improvement for me. I really, truly, had a ton of fun writing this one; which isn’t to say I didn’t with the other two, but that it was much more laborious. Hopefully this shows in the writing, plotting, and characterization.

Initially, and I’ll leave this part in even if the scene is changed in later versions of the ebook, the scene with Hunter/Reyes/Jameson and Jerry was going to be a lot more graphic. It was difficult to try and understand what I should show, and what I shouldn’t. I’m a little concerned that some of my readers will be offended by that scene in particular. Dark as it is though, that was one of my favorite scenes to write. In terms of highest points of inspiration, I really got into writing the story that Hunter confesses to Jessica at Alister’s bar. The one about his friend Timothy. Unsurprisingly, I also enjoyed Jessica breaking down and letting Hunter know about what happened with Jerry and when she was a little girl. Finally, in the original version of this book, there wasn’t going to be an epilogue - let alone
two
. Was it a good call? I don’t know. But personally? I see the epilogues as a sort of bonus material almost. There to validate the happiness that the characters have achieved, even more so than the final chapters of the book before them. Two scoops of HEA deliciousness, so to speak.

Again, I realize this book was
far
from perfect, but I personally see it as a step in the right direction. I wanted to give a
thank you
to the Amazon customers that left
reviews
on my book(s). Your honest feedback, even the ones below 3 stars, are critical to the reading populace. And for real, thanks to
Chugs930
your detailed opinion of my book brought me to tears!

I’ve been reading more lately, and I’d never outright bash another author for their work - not after having been in the trenches three times now, myself. So, although all of the books I’ve been reading I haven’t totally agreed with, there are a couple that spoke to me; and I wanted to recommend them to you, if you haven’t read them already. This isn’t some agreed upon endorsement for favor or for money, this is my legit opinion. Check out
Hardcore, Tess Oliver
and
Clutch, L. Wilder
they wrote some
amazing
romance, IMO.

Unfortunately for me, things have been
shit
in my personal life. I don’t want to boo-hoo too much, but yeah, family issues are making it hard to write, and living with depression is hell.