Chapter 12 Ben #2
She snaps once in front of her face. “Hypnosis ended. Let’s fuck, Ben.
” Her voice is a whisper, but her eyes are screaming for my cock.
This is a version of Harper I’ve never had before.
The person Marcus with bad breath has had all of these years.
At the thought, my gaze darts to her neck and then the side of her face that he tainted by hate.
A hate disguised as love and affection. A hate derived from her unwillingness to spend the rest of her life with him.
Shaking my head, I ask her to repeat herself. I need the dirty talk to get back to the root of our passion. She does, and then she slides on her knees up my body to hover over my dick. Using one hand, I bend my cock back to meet with her wet pussy.
Harper swallows hard, and I’m privy to her darkest fears by merely glimpsing in her eyes.
“It’s me, Harper.”
I let her sit down slowly, keeping my hands on her hips.
Sweat beads on my forehead, and the willpower I have to use once I’m inside her is painful.
The urge to fuck her like a bandito on a drug-fueled robbery is all-consuming.
I want every part of her body to smell like me.
I want every hole on her body filled with me.
My cum. Every single thing on her body claimed as mine so strongly that every male in the country knows she belongs to me.
Harper tilts her chin to the ceiling and rides me, writhing her hips back and forth in a concoction of pure pleasure and ecstasy. Her arms are down by her sides, but she raises them to pull her hair out of her face on each side. Her pink nipples are hardened peaks on top of glorious, bouncing tits.
“You’re mine. Do you hear me? This makes you mine forever,” I say.
“Fuck me harder. I need it harder,” she says, moaning. “Make sure I can feel you inside me forever.”
Permission granted.
Tightening my grip on her, I fuck her like she wants. And also exactly how my dick prefers because the second the friction and pace quicken, I feel the sensations rise and know I’m going to come.
“Slow down,” I ask, pulling her to the top of my dick without disconnecting our bodies.
My dick gleams with her wetness, and I can see the tip of my cock spreading her pussy open.
“Dammit. My god, dammit.” Slamming my eyes shut, I try to control my body, but she has complete control over my mind as well.
She slides off, and I feel her crawl next to me, her breaths ragged.
“You on top. I’ll come in like two seconds.
” She licks my ear. Then my neck, her lips traveling over to my mouth.
I use my tongue to violate her mouth in a passionate kiss.
My hands are holding her head in place, and the little moans and sighs of pleasure that escape her mouth drive me fucking wild.
I roll on top of her and cage her body under mine using my arms. Her hands run the expanse of my biceps, her eyes open and locked on mine.
She blinks slowly, spreads her legs further, grabs my dick, and pulls it into her body.
It’s so warm and wet that it slips in. I don’t move, but she works her hips under me to bring us together.
“You feel so good. Stay inside me,” she says.
The light from the bathroom lights the side of her face, and I lose my breath. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” I kiss her forehead and then her closed eyes one by one. “I never want to leave you.”
She leans up and kisses me, and I thrust into her at a quiet, loving pace.
This isn’t fucking anymore. Harper meets my hips stroke for stroke.
She didn’t lie, it doesn’t take her long.
Wrapping her legs around my back, she digs her nails into my back as the muscles in her pussy clench my cock and draw me deeper inside her.
My neck muscles strain as I watch her face in orgasm.
A slight sheen of sweat glistens on her face and neck.
Her cheeks are red, her lips are violently pink from our kisses, and her eyes are hooded—nearly closed.
“Where do you want me to come?” I ask, dipping my head into the crook of her sweet-smelling neck.
Her reply comes in a breathy moan. “Wherever you want.” She digs her nails into my ass, pushing me in to the hilt.
Message received. I kiss her deep and hard. “I want to taste you when I come inside your pussy,” I say, my teeth pulling her lips after I speak.
Pumping a few more times is all it takes because it’s Harper.
I’m finally taking her. She’s panting and satisfied by my dick, asking me to blow my fucking load inside her hot snatch.
It’s all too much. I groan against our connected mouths and come inside her as deep as I possibly can—cock pressed to the back as far as it will go.
“I want to stay right here for a while,” Harper says, wrapping her arms around my neck, keeping me deep inside her.
“No arguments there,” I hiss out in between breaths, settling my head next to hers. “That was…everything.”
Harper nods against my shoulder. Her heartbeat hammers against mine—matching it one love-filled beat for the next.
My whole body feels weak after that mind-numbing orgasm.
There’s no comparison. Everything in my body is electrified, every sense heightened, my soul calling out to its one and only match in this twisted world. This is it for me.
She is it for me.
A sniffle fills the air, and I pull back to look at her face. A tear rolls down the side of her temple and disappears into her brown hair. Harper smiles and kisses me on the lips once. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice catching.
Narrowing my eyes, I ask, “What for?”
“For ignoring our truth for so long.”
I roll off her small frame and tuck her into my body. She fits perfectly, her back against my chest and her legs bent around mine. Norah’s lotion catches my eye, and I swallow down a bout of guilt.
How can I possibly feel guilt when I have, quite literally, everything I’ve ever loved in my arms? I kiss the top of her head, and she nestles in deeper, pulling my arm under her face.
I make a note to put away the lotion as soon as Harper goes to the restroom.