"No need, darlin', I always come prepared," Striker's voice had become husky and seductive as he reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled a condom from his wallet. Setting it off to the side, he pulled his attention back to me. With a grin that would have made the devil himself blush, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.
Reaching up, I let my fingers brush over the expanse of toned skin. My touch earned me a low growl of desire as Striker began to work on my clothes next, stripping me down. I mirrored his work, letting my fingers dip lower to the buckle of his belt.
Before too long, we were skin to skin. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pulled him as close as I possibly could. Striker dipped his head, grinding against me as he alternated between kissing and nipping the spot between my neck and collar bone.
"Give me a moment, darlin'," Striker murmured against my skin. Lifting himself up just enough to see, he grabbed the condom. Tearing the wrapper open with his teeth, he slid the condom over what I now realized was a rather large cock.
"Scared?" Striker chuckled, watching my expression.
"Oh no," I replied, giving him as serious a look as I could, pulling him back down on top of me, "I am far from scared."
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Jaded | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceAfter your entrance into the underworld, you begin to make a living disposing of your client's cheating partners. Love is completely off the table. After all, who would be able to find true love in a place like Hell? From the author of Dancing With...
