16. Harper #3
He lets out a deep, masculine groan when I open my mouth and wrap my lips around his thick head before slowly sinking onto his shaft.
His fingers tighten in my hair, and when I’m forced to stop halfway down because he’s too big to take all the way in, he moans my name again and then huffs out a breath.
When he speaks, his voice is strained and deeper than usual. “Don’t tell me the girl who can never keep her mouth shut for longer than two seconds is having a hard time opening wide enough for me.”
I mumble a Hey around his cock and try to lift up to defend myself, but his hand holds me in place, forcing me to stay still.
Warmth floods my pussy at being dominated by Ev.
He’s always so reserved, but on the rare occasion when he lets go, it turns me on to an alarming degree.
The moan that slips out is proof of that, and when I hear his deep chuckle, I start to squirm from the need that’s building between my legs.
“You like being dominated?” he asks. “You like being forced to choke on my dick while you wet your panties with your arousal.”
All I can manage is another moan while spit drips from my stretched-out lips and slides down the last few inches I can’t take.
“Take off your pants, Harper.”
I let go of his thighs so I can reach down and pull the yoga pants I’m wearing down to my knees.
“Panties too,” he says.
When I’m bare-assed, he takes a few seconds to enjoy the view before he pulls me off his dick just long enough to grab my shirt and yank it over my head.
I’m not wearing a bra, and he groans at the sight, taking a second to cup one of my breasts before forcing my head back down.
My lips meet his crown, parting as he slowly pushes me onto his cock.
The wet heat of my mouth envelops him, and when I get to the halfway point again, he keeps going.
I dig my fingers into his thighs and try to relax, but when my body screams at me that it’s too much, I tense and try to pull my head back up.
He keeps me where I’m at, and even though it feels like I can’t get free, I know if I forced it, he’d let me up in a second.
Ev isn’t making me do anything I don’t want to do.
When I start to relax again and give him a suck to let him know I’m okay, he brushes my hair back and strokes the side of my face.
“You’re a good girl, Harper. You know that?”
I moan at hearing him call me that and give him another suck.
“Such a good fucking girl to get on your knees for me.” One finger trails a line up my neck.
“Such a good girl for letting me stuff that sexy mouth of yours so full you can barely breathe.” His finger slides back up to trail along my stretched-out lips.
“And you’re going to take my cum like a good girl, too, aren’t you? ”
“Mm-hmm,” I quickly moan, too far gone to think about anything other than my need for him.
I want to make him come with my mouth, and I want to swallow it all when he does, and then I want him to take me on his living room floor until I’ve had my fill and I can barely walk.
I don’t want to think about how the future is impossible for us.
I just want this moment with him. The rest can wait.
“That’s my good girl,” he practically purrs. “Harper, my curious girl who always has a snarky comment for everything, show me what you can do with this mouth, baby. Show me what I’ve been missing.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice. As soon as I feel him release his grip on my head, I groan and suck him hard, working my mouth up and down his length, wanting to make him feel good, wanting to be the one to make him fall apart.
His breathing falters when I slide one hand into his boxers to stroke his balls while I flick my tongue against his slit before sliding back down again.
“Jesus,” he groans when I manage to take him in even more.
I keep up a steady rhythm while I stroke and fondle him, my own moans mixing with his until I feel his whole body tense.
One more suck, and I feel him start to pulse inside me with his orgasm.
He groans my name, fisting my hair tighter as he rocks his hips, desperate to get deeper.
I don’t try and stop him. I let him use me as my own hips rock with a need that can’t even be put into words.
It’s primal and stronger than anything I’ve ever felt, and when he starts to grow soft, I swallow his release and slowly let him fall from my mouth.
Looking up at him, I say, “I hope that’s not all you have in you tonight, because I need you to fuck me right now, Ev.”
His look turns from completely satisfied to ravenous in a split second, and instead of answering me, he reaches down, sliding his hand between my legs and palming my pussy. He feels how wet I am and groans.
“You need me to make you feel better?” He presses one long finger against my slit, letting me feel how close I am, letting me know that he could make this ache go away so easily.
“Yes,” I whisper, arching into his touch while I wrap my arms around his neck.
“I still don’t have any condoms,” he reminds me.
“I still don’t care,” I tell him, fairly confident that I’m still in the safe zone. Usually I’m a no condom, no sex kind of woman, but with Ev, my willpower never seems to stand a chance. It goes right out the door as soon as he looks at me.
With excruciating slowness, he presses in harder, pushing his finger inside me until he’s knuckles deep and can’t go any further.
He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he slowly starts to finger me.
My muscles tighten around him, wishing it was the cock that’s already ready to go again, and when my hips start to rock, he lowers his gaze to watch me.
“You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he says, and I swear I almost believe the words coming out of his gorgeous mouth.
“Ev?”
He brings his eyes back to mine. “Yeah?”
Running my fingers through his hair, I say, “This feels amazing, but I need something bigger.”
His eyebrow lifts while he continues the slow torture. “I know you do, but the thing is, I kind of like you like this.”
“Like what?”
The pad of his thumb lightly brushes my clit, making me gasp before he sinks his finger back into me. “Needy.”
Another brush of his thumb has me clutching his shoulders while I shamelessly grind against his hand.
“I like it when you need me, Harper.” He leans in and nips at my bottom lip. “And I like you desperate for my cock.”
“I’ll still be that way when you’re inside me,” I say, making him smile. “Go on. Put it to the test and see if I’m lying.”
With a smile still playing at his lips, he grabs onto my hips and lifts me so I’m hovering over his lap. The head of his cock presses against my slit, and when he pulls me down, his name leaves my lips with a gasp as he gives me every inch at once.
“Prove it,” he murmurs against my mouth while my pussy grips him and my body tries to get used to his size.