Each time Striker thrust into me, his cock setting every nerve inside me on fire, a small moan of pleasure escaped me. He had slung one of my legs over his shoulder, plunging even deeper inside me. It felt as though waves of pure ecstasy were coursing through my entire body each time he sheathed his full length inside my tight folds.
Striker's mouth covered mine in a commanding kiss as he maintained a steady rhythm that was slowly stroking the fire hotter and hotter. I could taste the alcohol on his breath, but also a minty flavor that I couldn't quite place.
My nails raked down his back, leaving long red streaks that would surely be there tomorrow. A low growl rumbled in his chest, the sound vibrating against my fingertips. For some reason, it turned me on even more.
The fire inside me was burning hotter and hotter until it consumed me whole. Sparks danced behind my eyes as my orgasm ravaged my body, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my core. My legs tightened around Striker's waist, pulling him in deeper.
Somewhere above me, I heard Striker groan and felt him shudder as he found his own release. We clung to each other as we rode out our highs in each others' arms. As we slowly came back down into reality, I became slowly aware of a deep sense of calm that I hadn't experienced since coming to Hell.
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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...
