I take Striker's hand and lead him to the bedroom. My heart was hammering in my chest as I turned to face him. He towered over me, closer than I anticipated. One hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me to his chest.
"Oh, I have wanted to do this for a while," he growls, his voice rumbling in his chest. The sound sent a shiver of pleasure through me.
Striker's free hand tangles in my hair, pulling me into a fierce kiss. I feel his teeth scrape across my lip, the pain and pleasure mingling together. A moan escapes me before I can help it. The sound seems to ignite something primal in him and before I know it, he had me naked on the bed.
I watch as he strips out of his own clothes, revealing a scarred and toned body. He gives me a coy grin as he moves towards me, lowering himself on top of me. His weight presses me into the mattress as he settles between my legs.
Striker's lips find mine again in a commanding kiss. I gasp against his lips as I feel his cock begin to slide into me. The sensation is overwhelming as he slides inch by inch inside me, bottoming out when I think I can't take any more.
"Fuck, you're so tight..." Striker groans, his head leaning against my shoulder. We lay together for a moment, catching our breath.
A low moan escapes me as I feel him begin to move inside me. Each thrust is slow, pulling out until just the tip is inside me before sliding back in. The sensation was overwhelming, stoking a fire inside my core to life.
Striker's thrusts gradually become harder and faster, making me gasp. My nails rake down his back, leaving long red marks in their wake. He growls, the sound low and rumbling in his chest.
"Striker...I...I need..." I mewl as my climax is nearly upon me.
His response is a low growl, "That's it darlin'..."
The command tips me over the edge headlong into an intense orgasm. Stars dance in my vision as a tsunami of pleasure overwhelms me. Somewhere through the haze, I hear Striker groan, finding his own release.
Slowly, the world comes back into focus. I lay beneath Striker, catching my breath. I feel his arms tighten around me. A sense of contentment washes over me as we lay intertwined together.
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Little Shop of Romance | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceWhen the mafia begins offering you protection for a fee, you enlist the help of someone willing to get his hands dirty. From the creator of Bless the Broken Road, Heavy is the Head, and more. I do not own Helluva Boss or any of its characters, I'm j...