Chapter 13
Harlan
W hen I set Quinn down by the bed, her purse drops to the floor. She tosses her jacket aside, and we stare at each other. I’m fucking panting.
Maybe I just need to have her again, to purge myself of this growing obsession with her.
One night just wasn’t enough.
I’ve never tried to fuck a woman out of my system before her. I’ve never had to. But it’s worth a shot, right?
“You broke my rules,” I growl.
Her eyes open wider. “I… I guess I could text you first, next time…”
“There won’t be a next time,” I remind her. “And you learned last night what happens when you break my rules, didn’t you?”
“Uh…”
“Take off your dress.”
She hesitates. Maybe she’s feeling shy. It just makes my cock harder when she finally strips it off.
“Panties,” I say.
They’re tiny and black, and match her bra. She shouldn’t have bothered.
She slides them off, too.
She takes off her bra without being told, as I watch. It’s a stretchy, lacy thing without stiff cups or an underwire, and it inspires me. I take it from her hand before she can drop it on the floor.
“This time, you don’t come until I say you can,” I say sternly.
She eyes the bra in my hand warily. “Yes… sir?”
“You know what I like to hear.”
“Yes… Harlan.”
“Good girl.” I set about tying her wrists together with the bra.
“Um,” she says, as I cinch it tight, “that’s a nice bra you may be ruining.”
“I’ll buy you a new one. Lie down on the bed.”
She climbs awkwardly onto the bed and I instruct, “On your back. Arms over your head. Legs spread.”
She does as she’s told, her cheeks flaming. The mixture of shyness and eagerness is stunning.
I’ve never met anyone like her.
I’ve never had my cock and balls throb all day just thinking of someone. Except maybe when I was a teenager.
I’m both fascinated and disturbed by the hunger I feel.
The only sensible solution to this problem is to satisfy it with a thunderous orgasm, while deep in her pussy. Or so my body tells me.
All the blood is rushing away from my head.
I slip my pants off and toss them away, and kneel on the bed between her legs. I push her thighs farther apart as her gaze drops to my erection. She licks her lip.
I feel a surge of animal pride.
“You want that?”
She nods.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Don’t move,” I order, and give my cock a leisurely, gratuitous stroke as she watches. “Be good, and you might get it.”
Lies. She’ll get it no matter how good or bad she behaves.
Cock as reward. Cock as punishment.
It’s really all the same, isn’t it?
Win/win.
Maybe she knows it, but she’s desperate for this little game we play.
“Why did you come here, Quinn?” I demand.
She swallows. “Because… I liked what you did last night.”
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
“Ask me nicely for what you want, Quinn.”
The flush creeps down her chest. “I—I want you to take control.”
“You want me to tease you and spank you and fuck you and call you a good girl while you come on my dick,” I correct her. “Because you love it.”
“I love it,” she forces out. I can’t tell if she’s more aroused or embarrassed.
I run a finger up her inner thigh, and she trembles.
Aroused.
I can feel it, beating in her frantic pulse, as I skim my hands up her curves.
I lower myself over her with purpose, taking my time as I consider her pretty body and which part to feast on first.
This time, I start with her breasts. Squeezing them together, then cupping them with my palms, stroking her gorgeous, hard nipples with my thumbs—and watching the way her eyes change as arousal courses through her body.
I suckle each one, stimulate it with my tongue, then bite a little, making her gasp.
Her hips buck.
“Naughty girl,” I chastise her. “Tonight, you’ll keep your hips completely still while I make you climax. And when you do…” I flicker my tongue over one cherry-bright nipple. “You’ll earn yourself another orgasm.”
She swallows, and bites the side of her lip.
I kiss my way down her belly, placing a kiss between each word. “Not… one… twitch.” I glance up at her. “Do you understand?”
“Y—yes, Harlan,” she breathes nervously.
When my fingers drift toward her pussy, her whole body tenses.
“Just try to relax,” I say soothingly, my breath teasing her clit. “And enjoy your punishment.”
“Th-this is punishment?”
“Yes. Good girls get to come. Bad girls have to wait.”
“Oh, god,” she moans.
I start playing with her pussy. Teasing with my fingers. Tasting with my tongue. Sucking. Kissing.
I listen to her answering moans like sweet, sexy music.
I tease her clit until it’s nice and swollen.
Then I play with her tits for a while. Plucking at her swollen pink nipples. Taking my time. Licking. Nibbling.
“Making you suffer with pleasure…” I tell her, “just makes my cock throb harder.”
She groans.
I play with her clit some more, alternating between licking and suckling, until her cries of pleasure mix with sobs of ecstasy. Her hips twitch, just barely, and I sink my teeth into the softness of her upper thigh.
She squeals a little.
“You moved.”
“I did not,” she pants.
I suck her clit into my mouth and flicker the tip of my tongue over it, hard. Tears run down her temples as she quivers. Her tits jiggle with the effort as she hyperventilates.
But her hips don’t move.
“That’s much better,” I murmur, and reward her with a much gentler lashing of my tongue.
She presses her lips together, muffling a soft scream.
Then she gasps, “I think I hate you, Harlan,” her voice drunk with pleasure.
“Is that any way to talk to the gentleman who’s eating your pussy?”
I slide my middle finger into it, making her groan deliriously.
She trembles, but her hips remain flat on the bed as I fuck her in long, slow strokes with my finger. She’s trying so hard. Taking her orders like a very good girl.
“And by the way, your pussy is soaked .”
“You’re a monster,” she moans, her pussy pulsing around my finger.
I chuckle.
“A big… bad… monster,” she huffs, eyes squeezed shut.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I tell her.
Then I lightly slap her clit.
Her eyes fly open, meeting mine. I slap her again, and she cries out again, her face flushing pink.
Her pussy ripples on my finger.
“You’re very easy to read when you’re naked in my bed,” I tell her.
I’m sure she’d love to call me a monster again, but I pinch her clit, and her eyes close halfway. I tug, and she moans, her body tensing against the pressure. She’s struggling so hard for me. Barely holding it back.
Which is good, because I don’t know how much more I can take.
I’m sweating, and I’m rock fucking hard.
I pinch her clit again, and she jerks under my fingers. Fuck, yes.
“Please, Harlan, please ,” she sobs.
“That’s a good girl. Come for me.”
I feel her falling apart and quickly withdraw my finger, getting myself lined up. I shove my cock into her as she starts to come, pinning her hips down with mine. She’s impaled on me, and climaxes with a scream.
I don’t move, just basking in the wet heat of her. Her pussy spasming, tugging on my cock. Breathing through it and trying not to blow.
I watch her beautiful face in ecstasy, her eyes rolling closed, her open mouth. I lean down and kiss her, driving my tongue inside, and she sucks on it desperately.
I resist the pull of every pulse and twitch until she lies still, panting.
Then I start fucking her, deep and hard.
“Don’t move,” I tell her. “Just take.”
She moans a response as I pound into her. And all my dirty thoughts come pouring out.
“You loved it when I spilled in you last night,” I utter in her ear. “When I came, you came.”
She pants as her arousal builds again.
“You want my come, don’t you, Quinn? You want my hot seed.”
She moans again, not really words, but I think she’s beyond that now.
I would be, too, if I just came like that.
“You loved it when I filled you with my come. When I left myself inside you, and you could feel me, running down your thighs…”
She whimpers as I suck on her neck.
“I bet you could feel me all damn day.”
She makes a strangled noise when I shift my angle—so I’m ramming harder against her clit, my ball sac slapping against her as I pump. I’m hammering her, and she’s loving it. She’s screaming now, those pretty little helpless cries of hers, totally lost to the pleasure I’m giving her.
I have to murmur my dirty words right in her ear, so she can hear me.
“My balls are so full for you, pretty girl. They’re so fucking heavy with come. And if you’re very good for me… I’ll let you have it.”
She shudders when I lick her ear lobe, then bite.
“That’s a good girl. Don’t you move a muscle unless you’re coming for me.”
She whimpers as I pick up the pace, fucking her faster.
“This is the last time,” I tell her, desperate to believe it myself. “The last time I ever fuck this sweet pussy. So I promise you… I’ll make it good.”
“Oh… fuck …”
I pump into her a few more times, grinding my hips, and when I feel her tense, hear the change in her breathing, I know she’s almost there.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” I pant. “Come for the big bad monster who fucks you so good.”
She climaxes on my dick again, and the heady rush is too much to withstand.
I manage a few more deep thrusts as she convulses beneath me, whimpering through her orgasm. I can see the intensity of her pleasure all over her face, and I come with a final thrust and a shout I was not expecting.
The climax rocks me, and I fill her in long bursts. I keep rutting into her with a groan, shaking with the pleasure as my balls empty.
I get the dizzying sensation that for the first time in my life, I’m not pouring myself out. I’m being pulled.
Jesus. Fuck.
I collapse against her, savoring the aftershocks as they tremble through me.
I don’t mean to crush her, but she seems perfectly content, panting and warm beneath me. And I’m momentarily unmovable.
I catch my breath.
Once again, Quinn is filled with my semen, and I don’t feel finished.
I feel like this is exactly where I want to be.
It’s primal, this need to have her take me into her body. To seize control of her. To fill her. Possess her.
Obsess her.
For just a few minutes, to try to make her feel the all-consuming want for me that I feel for her.