36. Felix #2
Giving my girl what she wants, I lick her clit in one slow stroke. She gasps, her grip tightening in my hair. Then she’s crying out and her thighs are quivering on either side of my head as my tongue thrusts inside. I fuck her with my mouth, spurred on by the pleas spilling from her lips.
“Don’t stop,” she pants, grinding herself against my face.
I double my efforts, sealing my lips around her clit and sucking hard as I work two fingers deep inside her. Harper’s back bows off the bed and a strangled cry tears from her throat as an orgasm arrives. I don’t let up, prolonging her pleasure until she’s writhing and pushing at my shoulders.
I strip out of my clothes, kneeling above her .
“You see what you do to me, Harper.” I stroke my length, drawing her attention to it. “My cock is dripping, desperate to be buried inside you.”
She nods. “I need it. Please .”
Bending down, I cover her body with mine as I guide myself to her entrance, then pull her onto my cock, groaning at the mind-blowing pleasure of us connecting. Her legs wrap around me, clinging tight as she surrenders.
“You’re so deep,” she moans.
“Right where I belong,” I grunt, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
I set a relentless pace, driving into her over and over.
The ruffles of her tutu brush against my abs with every powerful thrust. Her legs pull me impossibly deeper.
When I feel Harper start to flutter around my length, I know I’ve got her right where I want her, on the brink of an orgasm. But I’m not letting her come yet.
I want her desperate for what we’re about to do. Begging for it and completely feral.
With a groan, I reluctantly pull out, my cock glistening from how wet she is. She whimpers at the loss.
“ Shhh , I’m not done with you. I still have a prize to claim.”
Harper gasps with a flicker of nerves, but arousal wins out. She lifts her hips with impatience, offering herself to me. “Yes, please. I want to do everything with you.”
Fuck . I won’t last a minute.
I flip Harper onto her stomach and thrust into her pussy from behind, slow and deep. “You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmur, pumping into her. “All dressed up in your pretty tutu, offering yourself to me so sweetly.”
I reach for lube and spread it along Harper’s backside. She shivers from my touch and moans .
“Deep breaths. Relax.” I take it slow, prepping her ass with my fingers, stretching her behind as I slowly fuck her pussy. “Stroke your clit.”
She follows my instructions. It’s not long before she’s panting, clenching my fingers and cock with another orgasm. When her muscles relax, I slide my cock to her ass, smearing it with pre-cum as I work the head inside.
“You tell me if it’s too much,” I whisper against her ear.
She grips the sheets. “It won’t be. I need this.”
Harper inhales as I press forward, sinking deeper into her tight ass.
I’m trembling, gasping, grinding my teeth as I fight against the pleasure.
Taking my girl from behind feels too good.
This girl who not so long ago hated me but has now let down all her walls. She’s giving herself completely to me.
“That’s it, Harper, you’re taking me so well,” I praise, holding her hips beneath the delicate tulle, watching where my cock disappears into her. I move slowly, letting her adjust to the new sensation as her body stretches to accommodate my size.
Harper exhales, shuddering. “Felix...”
“Do we need to stop?”
“No.”
My arms slip beneath her chest, hugging the most precious thing in this world to me. “Are you ready for more?”
When she nods, I push farther until I’m buried to the hilt. We both groan at the intensity. I hold still for Harper’s benefit, but also because I’m struggling with everything in me to resist coming. After a long pause, Harper flexes her hips beneath me.
“Fuck, Harper, your ass is so tight around my cock” I grunt, barely maintaining control. “You feel incredible. I’m trying hard to not come.”
She arches farther into me. “Oh, god.”
“Tell me how it feels.”
“I’m so full.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, because it’s you,” she sighs, starting to pant. “I need more.”
I groan in agreement, thrusting slowly, watching where we connect, transfixed as my cock disappears into her tight hole over and over.
But there’s another sight I want to see right now.
Being careful, I grasp Harper around the waist and draw the two of us up to our knees, keeping my cock deep within her ass.
My girl is so flexible from years of ballet, I could have her in any position.
She gasps, seeing our reflection in the mirror. I’m so fucking turned on by the sight. Harper looks so sweet and innocent in her ballet costume, yet we’re doing the filthiest act.
“Watch yourself in the mirror, Harper,” I murmur along her neck as we make eye contact in the reflection. “See how pretty you look in your tutu and ballet slippers while taking my cock.”
Harper moans, transfixed by the erotic sight of us moving together. The pale tulle skirt flutters around her hips, teasing glimpses of where we’re connected. We’re like day and night, with me covered in ink and Harper so dainty. Polar opposites who fit flawlessly with one another.
“We look perfect together, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Felix,” she murmurs.
Gripping her hips, I thrust into her faster. Her cheeks are flushed. Her lips are parted with pleasure. The glittering tiara sits askew on her ruffled curls. Utterly perfect.
“Look at you, taking me so deep,” I growl. “Such a good little ballerina.”
The moment I rub Harper’s clit, her ass squeezes my cock and she’s moaning with an orgasm.
“That’s it. Come for me,” I coax. “I want to feel this tight ass drain my cock.”
Her body shudders as I thrust, drawing out her pleasure.
“Good girl. You’re doing so well.”
I try to hold off on my own release, but the rhythmic pulsing of her ass squeezing me is my undoing.
I’m seeing stars. Groaning, I bury my cock to the base and empty myself deep within her, filling her with my cum.
Harper moans as my release floods her. I continue to rock into her, working us through the shared pleasure until we’re wrecked and collapse on the bed.
We lay entwined for a long while after. Our chests heave and we’re slick with sweat. Harper curls into my side, resting her head on my chest as I stroke her hair.
“I love you,” she sighs, tracing patterns across my abs.
I pull her closer, pressing my lips to hers. “You are my entire world, Harper.”
She laughs. “Isn’t that just as big as I love you ?”
“Yes,” I answer, realizing she’s clued onto how I don’t do I love yous .
“Then why can’t you say the words?”
Because it’s the last thread I’m holding on to of self-preservation. “Actions are stronger than words.”
She pulls back to meet my eyes, dazed with a smile.
“I once told you you’re like a mirage. You’re right at my fingertips but there’s something in here I can’t reach.
” She places a hand over my heart. “I feel like you’re too good to be true, Felix.
You’re going to vanish like a mirage one day and break my heart. I know it.”
Despite the heavy topic, there’s no sadness within her eyes, but something playful.
I climb on top of Harper, pinning her arms above her head. “Your mirage metaphor is bullshit. I’m never leaving you, Harper. I’ll never hurt you again.”
“You might,” she teases.
“That’s enough.” I grab Harper by the waist and throw her over my shoulder, heading out of the room.
She squeals, laughing and hitting my back. “Where are you taking me?”
“To the shower for round two and to teach you a lesson.”