Her Reaper's Arms by Charlotte Boyett-Compo

around him, he
    drew in a ragged gasp.
    “Poor little fella,” she said.
    “Wench,” he said in warning, feeling himself harden in her hand. “You’d best not
    grip him like that else…” He stopped for her eyes were glowing with heat and when
    she bent over, he held his breath, afraid even to move.
    Though she had never lain with a man before her Reaper, Lea had heard the other
    women talking over the months she’d worked at the White Horse. Mable had also given
    her a few tips while Bevyn had been gone and though Lea didn’t think she’d ever use
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    the saloonkeeper’s advice, she wasn’t so sure when her man’s rod responded as it did to
    just her touch.
    The Reaper’s hands shot to the headboard of the bed the moment his lady’s mouth
    closed around him. His entire body shook for just a second or two as the warmth and
    the wetness surrounded him, and he felt the gentle pulling of her lips and the roof of
    her mouth on his suddenly stiff cock.
    “Oh my god,” he breathed, his chest shuddering. He stared down at the top of her
    head as she placed herself between his legs, elbowing aside his thighs as he’d done with
    hers. He nearly came out of his skin when she insinuated a hand into his pants to cup
    his balls as she suckled him. As it was, he let go of the headboard just long enough to
    wave his clothing away, the heat of the leather on his legs and the cling of the silk on his
    chest too much to bear.
    Lea smiled around the salty treat between her lips. She raised her gaze to his and
    when she winked at him, she watched the most breathtaking smile pull at his lips.
    “You wicked little wench,” he told her, and sucked in another quick breath when
    she raked him gently with her teeth.
    She would have milked him to release had he not reached down to cup her
    shoulders and pull her up him.
    “Straddle me,” he said in a husky voice. “Let me come inside you, dearling.”
    “Fan away my dress then,” she said.
    He shook his head. “No, I want you just as you are.”
    Wrestling with her long skirts, she managed to pull them up, pouting at his refusal
    to unclothe her. Doing as he instructed, she eased herself down on his hard cock, her
    eyes widening at the wonderful sensation that greeted her.
    “Ooh,” she said. “He’s so deep inside me.”
    Her words were like a prod to the Reaper’s libido and he put his hands to her hips
    to show her the rhythm, the movement that would bring them both to climax. As she
    ground her sex on him, lifted and lowered her sweet sheath upon his staff, he put his
    palms over her breasts and squeezed, running his thumbs over the material to turn her
    nipples to hard little pebbles beneath the cloth.
    Lea let her head fall back, her long hair tickling his thighs as she rode him. The
    pulsing that began deep within her was an itch she quickly realized could be scratched
    on his stony rod.
    Watching his lady through half-closed eyes, Bevyn was in absolute heaven. Her
    tight muscles were squeezing him. His climax was rapidly approaching. He arched his
    hips to meet her downward push and felt the ripples begin in her velvety warmth.
    “That’s it, wench,” he said, guiding her, helping her to push harder upon him.
    “Come for me, baby. Come for your man.”
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    Lea ground against him brutally, rotating her hips as he showed her and the
    bursting of the sweetest pleasure shot through her on long, tightening waves that made
    gooseflesh pop up on her arms and legs.
    Pulsing into her in a thick stream, Bevyn held himself still until the last jerk of his
    cock told him there was no more cum to release. They were both breathing heavily and
    when she stretched out atop him, he thought he could die right then and still be the
    happiest man on the face of the earth.
    “Is this normal?” his lady asked, her palm splayed over the Reaper tattoo on his
    shoulder.
    “It is for us, milady,” he answered. “I don’t think I can