It feels so wrong to call him a name that means death and destruction, but it’s also hot, in a profane way.

“Reaperman, I’m going to come,” I pant.

“Do it, princess. Come all over my cock.”

I cry out, moaning and begging as I fall over the edge and spasm around him so hard it scares me.

“Fuck. Jesus. Yes.” His control deserts him as his thrusts turn sharp and erratic. He fucks into me like he’s an animal, taking what he needs and with a growl, he comes.

His cock is so big I can feel it pulse in me as he fills the condom with his seed.

I’m still lost in my own long, overwhelming release.

When he pulls out of me, it’s with a squelch, and I push up to look down between my legs. The bed is wet, and it’s all me because he’s wearing the condom.

“Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”

He laughs. “Don’t be. I’m not doing it right if that doesn’t happen.”

“You did it right.” I fall back onto the bed and throw an arm over my face as my breathing slows.

I shriek as warmth engulfs my pussy. “What are you doing?”

He pauses for a minute. “What I said I would. Soothing this poor, swollen pussy. So pretty. So used and abused, and I’m going to make it all better now.”

I can’t come again, but him sucking me like this is oddly pleasant and soothing. I don’t want him to do it until I fall asleep, though. I want to hold him and feel his arms around me.

“Come up here and give me a cuddle,” I demand.

“Okay. Let me get rid of the condom and take a leak, and then we can snuggle.”

He comes back a few minutes later, climbs into the bed, and pulls me into him, my back to his chest. His arm dwarfs me as it wraps around me, the muscles huge.

His cock is nestled between my ass cheeks, and I feel a sudden frisson of fear. Will he want to take me there too? There’s no way that can happen. No way I can fit his monster cock there. I’ve done it before a few times, and each time it hasn’t been great. There’s no way I want to try with his size.

“I don’t do ass sex.”

What the fuck? I slap a hand over my mouth. Why did I blurt that out?

He laughs. “Did I ask?”

“No. Just erm, your, you know, where it is now, made me think. I don’t like it. Is that an issue?”

“No issue. Not even a finger?”

“Oh, a finger is okay. I think. Maybe. Not a dick, though. Not your dick.”

“I could be offended with the way you emphasised that.”