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Sex.
This entire room smells of vanilla and sex. Her red hair tickles my chest, and every little puff of warm breath reminds me of how strong her lungs are; screaming out my name as she comes on my cock. I will have to soundproof the house if we keep this up.
Pulling her tight against my side, I feel myself getting hard again.
Who would have thought that Harper and I would have made it this far? To my bed, that is. It wasn’t for my lack of trying, but she had other plans. The truck before dinner, the coat closet at Waterside, and pressed up against the patio door in my kitchen.
Despite feeling drained, I can’t get enough of her.
Placing soft kisses across my chest, she traces the black ink with her soft lips before pushing away to sit on the edge of the bed. Reaching down, she picks up her lace thong and slips it over her delicious hips before tossing on the button-up shirt I wore earlier in the evening.
Propping myself up, I lean against the headboard and tuck my arms behind my head, my eyes dragging down her body.
“My shirt looks good on you.”
“You should see it off.” She turns, giving me a wink before opening the door to the hall. The sway of her hips draws my attention to the shadows of my fingertips. Bruises forming from how hard I gripped her.
How hard she begged me to.
“Come back to bed.” I pat the now empty spot next to me.
“I need to pee,” she says. Not surprising. We have been locked in my bedroom for hours.
“Best time to fuck, then. All the added pressure.”
Turning around, she leans against the frame, all five-foot-six of her. Her smooth legs cross, pinching her thighs together. As she places a hand on her hip nonchalantly, she levels me with a serious stare. But her nipples betray her, poking against the fabric. She wants more and my cock twitches in response.
“Are you sure you’re up for it, Jack?”
This fucking woman.
She shows no sign of stopping, and I am not going to pass up any chance with her. “Oh Sweets, I’m up for it. But don’t make me beg.”
Pushing away from the door, she rounds the foot of my bed and waits, her head slightly cocked to the side. I kick off the blanket to show her I am ready and willing, my cock standing tall, thick, and proud. But if she wants it, she will have to come and take it.
And quick, because my resolve won’t last much longer.
“I’d like to see you on your knees, Jack.”
The corner of her mouth twitches before a smirk forms. Tracing her fingers up her sides, they meet in the middle as she pops a single button on my shirt. Her blue eyes drag over my body lazily, like she has all the time in the world. She sucks in her bottom lip, pinching it between her teeth.
With a skill I acquired as a young man, I flex my cock and he jolts up as if to say Hello.
She doesn’t flinch, but pops another button, then another. Before long, the shirt hangs open, exposing the curves of her breasts. The pale skin, smooth and supple, with tiny freckles randomly placed. A map to all her tender parts. It feels like hours since I had the pleasure of tweaking her nipples before pulling them into my mouth. My hand twitches, aching to touch her again.
A strained breath catches in my throat. She is fucking stunning, and I will never know why she chose to finally say yes to dinner with me tonight. Hell, if I think luck had anything to do with it, I should buy a lottery ticket and ask her to move in.
This woman is mine. I fucking know it.
The mattress dips underneath her weight as she slowly crawls next to me. I can’t pry my eyes from her naked body and the smooth skin between her legs. She must have slipped out of her panties while I wasn’t paying attention.
A kiss on my thigh, a graze across my cock. She inches her way up my body, before throwing her leg over me and resting just above my hips. Her center is poised directly over my cock. All she needs to do is sit and I will be buried in her for the fourth time tonight.
Her breasts push into my chest; her nipples so hard they threaten to cut my skin. I fucking ache as I fight the urge to thrust up. That resolve fading away, and the need to beg on the tip of my tongue.
“You want it, don’t you?” she taunts. And I am too weak to wait for her to break.
“Hell yes.” My cock brushes against her pussy, hot and wet.
Trailing kisses along my jawline, she nips my ear lobe, triggering a growl from deep within my chest. Breathing out her command, she says, “Beg.”
“I told you; I don’t do that.” I am a fucking idiot. I have no idea what I am trying to prove here. Harper can twist me around her little freckled finger, and I will beg for more.
“Then ask.” She moves slightly, causing the tip of my cock to rub against her clit, sending tingles through her body. She trembles as if her resolve is about to break as well.
“I want my dick buried in you, Harper.”
Without hesitation, she sinks down on my cock. No need to adjust to my size since we have been fucking all night. The warmth of her pussy envelops me, sending shockwaves through my body.
“That’s not a fucking question, Jack.” She digs her fingertips into my chest and leans over, pressing her lips against mine.
Determination out the window, my hips ram upward to match the rhythm she sets. Snaking my hand between us, I press against her lower stomach, feeling where my cock hits on the inside with every thrust.
Her breath is short and raspy, but I know I heard it. I heard it just before she came; my name on her lips, followed by one sweet word.
“More.”