Chapter 14 #2
“No.” I’m point blank and honest.
“Then let’s do this.” Her voice is husky, and a seductive look appears on her face.
I twist my upper body and prop my phone up on my dresser, hitting play before focusing back on my prize.
Slowly, I stride to her before I cup the curve of her lace bra. “I bet you’re already soaked from the pure idea,” I rasp. Her head barely nods. “I knew you were a dirty girl like that.”
I squeeze her breast, and she jolts from the touch. Then my entranced state turns to power. My fingers sneak under the straps of her bra to yank them down, causing the cups of her bra to lower too, her nipples hard. I give both a quick twist between my fingers. Only a preview of what is to come.
Pushing Harlow onto the bed, her eyes haven’t left me, as I’m in command.
I take my shirt and jeans off before sitting on the bed and inviting her to lie on her stomach across my lap, and I yank her drenched panties to her knees.
Quickly, my hand rests on her ass, preparing her for what I’m about to do.
“Tell me you want this. Beg for it.”
“I want this, please,” she coos.
One spank, then a second one with a little more force, her yelp turning to a sultry breath. “You are a bad girl for making me wait for you. I need your pussy to lick and to fuck with my cock, at my beck and call.” Another spank. “Your pussy wants to be touched?”
“Yes, Stone, I’m not sure I can wait.”
I dig my nails into her flesh and squeeze. “You didn’t say please.” I rub along her skin and examine her fine ass.
“Please,” she breathes.
I slide a finger between her legs, not bothering to give her the slightest relief by skimming her bud that appears to be pulsing, begging me to circle with my finger. Instead, I plunge a finger inside of her.
“Damn, you’re already ready.” I pump a few times then add another finger. “But you’re going to have to suck me before I fill you up.”
Bringing my fingers out, I jam them into her mouth, and she sucks, making a sound that ensures she’s enjoying it.
“Stomach on the mattress and take my cock out, Harlow.”
She obeys like the good girl she is. Harlow enjoys giving as much as she receives. The feeling of my cock gloved by her hand causes my eyes to close as I lean back on my hands. The tip of her tongue sends a new wave of sensitivity to my groin.
“That’s it. Deeper, Harlow. You need to earn my cock inside of you.”
She sucks and swirls her tongue, bringing me to a near edge. I focus on unhooking her bra that’s been stuck around her ribs, and she pops her mouth off of me, eager for the next step.
“More, Stone.”
“Greedy,” I grit out.
Sliding my boxer briefs completely off, I then lift her hips and guide her on all fours. Bringing her ass into full view of the camera, Harlow glances over her shoulder, realizing what I’m doing.
“Eyes forward, Harlow. Or I might need to spank your ass until it’s red.”
I love when she groans, and it sounds deprived. “Do what you want with me, just touch me and fuck me, please.”
I roughly turn her hips so we’re side view to the camera, then I jerk her sides until she’s in a perfect position on her knees and hands.
Leaning down, I lick her pussy from behind, and she moans in relief.
Truthfully, I’m about to give up and give her whatever she wants.
She’s more than ready. But I don’t relent, and when she pushes against my face, I just hold her hips down to still her.
“Stone.” My name is a pure pant from her lips.
“Harlow, I’m going to flip you to your back, open your legs, and stuff you so hard that you won’t be able to say my name without struggling because I’m fucking you so deep. You’ll be squeezing my cock the whole time, and even if you begin to come, I won’t let you stop, even when your eyes blur.”
She mumbles, “Fuck me,” in a way that is more excitement than an actual request.
I flip her body then open her legs, remembering that I need a condom and wishing I didn’t. Grabbing one from the side, I watch as her fingers skim across her breasts and down to her clit to toy with.
Condom on, I lean down and pin her arms to the mattress and don’t give her warning before I delve inside of her. We both grunt at the same time as we get used to the position. It’s not at all sweet or slow. It’s that way for a bit before I decide we need to change positions. I lie on my back.
“Come sit on me, your back to me, and look forward.”
“You want my pussy in full view of the camera as you slide in and out of me.” Her voice is full of a sensual agreement as she adjusts her body.
“Exactly that.”
The moment she slides on top of me and brings her feet and hands to settle in a supporting position, I guide her to pick up speed by holding the sides of her stomach, occasionally reaching up to grope her breast before returning down.
“That’s right, fuck me, Harlow.” I touch her clit, eager to bring her to a moment where she shakes around me.
We move faster, our thrusts sharper. Sweat breaks out, with our breaths and pulses on fire.
Then we get there, the room feeling as though it’s spinning as we nearly roar together with an orgasm that bursts with pleasure. It takes a moment until she falls back onto me while I stay inside of her to come down from my orgasm.
We lie there for a few moments before I indicate for her to get off. I leave the bed to turn off the camera and get rid of the condom in the bathroom.
I return to my bed, with Harlow in a blissful state, her body like a stone in my bed, unable to move. My hand comes to her head as she makes a sound approving of what just went down and her lips curling into a fulfilled grin.
I can’t help but mirror her state when I fall onto the bed next to her, and we both stare at the ceiling, completely naked above the covers with our hands finding one another between our bodies.
“That was…” she begins. “There are no words.”
“We suck at writing then if we can’t form words,” I tease her.
It causes her to roll to her side to study me. “I’m still alive, right?”
My eyes assess her up and down. “Yes, and you look perfectly fucked.”
“You have some good ideas in that head of yours,” she compliments.
“Didn’t even get the rope and blindfold out.” I’m dead serious.
She grows silent and brings her hand to draw along my chest as I recover my breath and feel my pulse slowing down. “Is it wrong of me that I actually enjoy things like being rough and adventurous, considering my past.”
My eyes strike to the side to meet hers. I know what she means, and it has nothing to do with me. “Absolutely not, and you should get that idea completely out of your head then throw it into the ocean, or even better, burn it away, if we could do that with thoughts.”
I feel too much for Harlow, and I encourage her to rest her head against my chest. I’m not letting her dive into a bad thought on my watch or in general.
“I thought so, just needed to hear it I guess,” she whispers.
“Harlow, you’re past a lot. Don’t look back, you don’t need to.”
“Because of you, I’m beginning to believe that.”
I kiss the top of her head before tangling my fingers in her hair. “I like hearing that.” I tighten my hold on her.
“I hate that there is a blank slate when I look to the future,” she mentions.
“Mmm, you can also attempt to help the future you want along by having a plan. Even if nothing goes as planned. We both know that. I intended to have a hockey career, living in a city, and here I am in a small town, writing books, with a beautiful woman in my bed.”
“Very true. You do have a beautiful woman in your bed.” There is humor in her voice. “But yeah, we can give indications to what we want in the future.”
“Is that what we’re doing?”
“No clue.”
I blow out a breath. “I need to take you slowly now. I won’t let our night be dictated by a wild session. That’s what I’m planning for our future right now.”
“I think that’s exactly what we need. Your eyes never leaving mine makes life feel promising.”
Fuck me, I wish that were true. I hope it will be, at least.
Is it so wrong that I want her to take a jump off a cliff with me, because a long-term relationship between us does feel promising?
My only answer is to roll us until she’s beneath me, with her eyes glimmering a connection that we can’t seem to shake away.