Chapter 6 #3
My breath teases her folds, and I draw my tongue over her lips and let my fingers separate them farther, letting my tongue explore over her labia.
She’s restless against the mattress, and I smile, knowing what she wants, what she craves.
I let my tongue circle along the sides of her folds, teasing her, not quite reaching her pearl that she’s desiring most of all to be caressed.
“Luca.” The way she moans my name, the sounds, the sweet masterpiece goes straight to my cock.
It takes all of my focus and patience to pleasure her without getting distracted. I drag my tongue around, teasing the bead and finally flicking her clit with the lightest of touches as her back arches off the mattress.
I know exactly what she likes.
My mouth devours her, my tongue creating a steady rhythm, keeping the same pace, feeling her body movements and listening to her subtle breaths to distinguish the right harmony.
She’s a work of art, and as I compose the masterpiece, she trembles and moans like a sweet symphony. The music, a crescendo growing more intense, and I slip two thick fingers inside, stretching her, teasing her in a come-hither motion.
Her pussy walls clench on my fingers, her insides trembling and her back arching off the mattress as I try to keep her steady, my lips never slowing down or letting up.
“Luca—” Her words are lost on her lips, the closeness obvious from her motions alone, but I keep going, wanting to send her over the edge, take her there and watch her spiral toward oblivion.
Her fingers bunch at the bedsheets and then tangle in my hair.
Her nails move to my shoulders, clawing and digging, trembling beneath my lips.
I keep the same steady pace, feel the wetness seep and taste the sweet nectar as she moans and chants my name, body trembling and arching from the mattress, unable to hold back any longer.
I continue licking and tasting her with my mouth until her body settles against the bed and I climb up alongside her, watching her eyes lazily open with a smile.
“Hey, handsome.” Harper grins through heavy-lidded eyes and leans forward for my fingers, bringing them to her lips, licking herself, and my cock throbs.
“Fuck, that was hot.”
She intertwines our fingers together, bringing her hands up and pressing them to the side of the mattress, letting me take the lead. “I’m ready for round two,” she says, gasping for breath.
I don’t know how she has the stamina or the energy, but I’m the luckiest guy in the world because I get to take her.
She’s mine.
I drag my cock along her folds, coated in her wetness, and tease her pussy before slowly thrusting inside of her.
She bends her knees, widening herself to me, and I take the plunge. With eagerness, she moans as I fill her.
“Good girl,” I whisper, loving the sounds she makes as I slowly begin to withdraw before thrusting again, harder and deeper.
Her fingernails dig into my backside, pulling me closer as I shift my hips and grind into her.
“For fuck’s sake,” she moans and her nails drag over my back, clawing at me.
Her pussy walls clench on my cock, and she’s already trembling.
I’ve just gotten started, and she’s teetering on the edge.
She wraps her legs around me and then attempts to flip us over, but I’ve got her pinned down.
She grunts and moans, her body edging near, and I have half a mind to pull her from that cliff, make her drag out the next impending wave.
Her fingers move between us to stroke her clit, and I capture her hand, bringing it back down on the bed. I tsk at her with a wicked grin. “This time, I think you’ll wait for me.”
Her lips part and she moans in protest. I bite down on her bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth, and her eyes slip closed.
Each thrust grows more intense, fierier. “You feel so fucking perfect,” I whisper into her ear and lick behind the lobe as she shudders against me.
Another couple of thrusts, and her pussy walls quiver.
“You’re not waiting for me,” I fume, and she grips my forearms, a foggy daze over her expression as her eyes flicker open and she stares up at me.
“I … can’t,” she whispers, and each breath comes out a soft gasp.
I withdraw completely from inside her and she whimpers. “Luca?” Her eyes open wider and a frown crosses her face. “What’s wrong?” Her hand reaches my cheek, stroking my jaw.
“On all fours,” I command.
“You better fucking let me come again,” she mutters and gets herself in position.
I smack her bottom, and she yelps, glancing at me over her shoulder.
“What the hell was that for?”
Smirking, I rub over the reddened spot I marked on her ass. “Doubting me.”
Her brow knits in confusion. “I never doubted—”
She’s on all fours, and I find her pussy, wet and waiting. I guide my cock into her pussy from behind, and she exhales a breathy moan as I fill her.
“Fuck, that’s good.” Harper is on her hands and knees, looking ripe for the taking.
My fingers find her clit, circling the bead, sending her body spasming as she tightens onto my cock with each thrust.
A moan spills past her lips and her hands clench the bed sheets, tangling them in fists. She hangs her head, gasping and panting, her pussy walls clenching and shuddering around my shaft.
“You won’t come again,” I warn.
“What?” Her voice catches in her throat. “Luca?” She glances at me over her shoulder, pure confusion written across her face.
“Not until you beg me to let you come.”
“Fuck.” Harper hangs her head and I can only imagine the inner turmoil.
She hates begging.
My fingers itch to please her, wanting to hear her plead with me to give her what she most desires.
She pulls away, my cock slipping out, startling me by her movements. “Harper?”
I reach out, wanting to make sure she’s all right, my hand on her hip, tugging her around to face me.
With a quick maneuver, she wrestles me onto my back, guiding my cock right back inside her pussy, and damn, it feels like home.
“You’ll do the begging,” she smirks, staring down at me with a wicked grin.
Relief floods all of my senses.
“Please, Harper, please fuck me.” My attempt at begging isn’t intended as mockery, but she rolls her eyes and climbs off my cock. “Fuck,” I roared and that elicits the response she was expecting.
Her eyebrow arches, and she straddles me once again but, instead, lets my cock teeter at her opening. “Beg me,” she grunts, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Harper, fuck me.” Desperation pours from my words, my fingers on her hips, digging into her skin.
She smirks and stares down at me playfully. “You can do better than that.”
“Harper Ricci, I’m begging you to fuck me, or I’ll flip you on your back and shut you up the only way I know how, with my cock inside your mouth while I come.”
Her breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening slightly before she guides her weight down onto my cock.
I buck my hips upward, the sharp contrast hard and swift.
Her hand comes to rest on my shoulders as she rides me. With each thrust, I move my hips with her, building momentum.
I struggle to keep my eyes open, focused entirely on her. “You feel so fucking perfect,” I rumble as heat courses through my body, tingling all over.
Warmth spreads through me like a spark igniting, and her insides clench around my cock, making me feel every spasm and shudder trembling through her body.
She keeps the rhythm steady, but I need more.
Her head lolls back and she’s close, the flush of her cheeks, the gasp of her breath, I recognize when she’s teetering on the edge and I keep the same solid tempo to bring her over the brink.
Her lips part, the moan silent at first, until it rips through her.
The undeniable sound epic and glorious as she trembles above me, and just as her orgasm subsides, I quicken the pace, my heart hammering against my chest as I roll us around, pinning her under my weight, my arm nestled around her as I move faster and harder, the pain of today bleeding through as I chase my orgasm.
Ecstasy is just a breath away, nearly impossible to reach, fleeting in sweet agony. Harper captures my mouth, her tongue bringing me back to the present as I tremble in her arms, finally shattering and letting go.
Gasping for air, I roll off Harper, lying on my back, an arm covering my face. The pain comes crashing back, the murder, the senseless threats of violence on my family.
Panting, my heart keeps pounding wildly until I feel her soft fingers caressing my chest and dancing over my arm, guiding her hand into my palm.
Gradually, I slide my arm down away from my face, pulling Harper against me, tucking her head under my chin, not wanting her to see the anguish written across my face.
What I’ve done still stings and tears at my heart. But Harper doesn’t need to know. Finding out that I killed a man, even if he was the devil, will change the way she looks at me.
I can’t have that happen.
I won’t.
I bury the pain, the sadness, the fear, and channel it into something darker.
I have to protect my family, no matter the cost.