Chapter Twenty-Two
Edge
The sight of those twin globes of Harley’s ass in the air could bring a man to his knees. I want to hit the floor just looking at her. This woman’s been my undoing. If she wants to lead me to destruction, a siren calling me to break up on shore, then I’ll gladly smash up against her rocks.
I hate that I lied to her about the vest. About everything it symbolizes, but I’ll tell her the truth soon enough. I just… needed her first.
I run my palm slowly, lovingly, down the slope of her ass.
I continue the hot descent even as she shivers beneath me, trailing my fingers between her parted thighs, coating them in her slippery juices.
Her skin is so soft, so perfect, her ass so round, that I have to grind my teeth to keep it together.
She’s been so responsive to everything we’ve done already, everything I’ve shown and taught her.
I bring my hand back and with a loud crack, smack it firmly against that round, beautiful, unmarred flesh.
She gasps and her body rocks forward at the impact.
I wish I could tell her how fucking beautiful she looks with the imprint of my hand on her flesh.
Instead I run my fingers over the welt, softly caressing it.
She moans and leans into my hand. My cock pulses, standing straight out in front of me, leaking pearly drops of moisture from the tip because I want to be inside of her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
I make myself wait. I want to mark her first, and I rear back again and spank her.
Harder than the first time. She cries out, her body rocking forward, but her hips shift back, splaying herself for more.
I spank her again and then again, until her ass is a glowing bright red in the light filtering in between the closed blinds.
I take in the sight, look at her presented to me like a fucking gift, and groan.
I rock back on my heels, my hand already reaching for the lube I keep in the top nightstand drawer. I pour half the fucking bottle over myself, my heart racing, blood rushing through my ears, black closing in on the edges of my vision, I’m so close to losing control.
I part the seam of her ass with one hand, while with the other, I trail slippery fingers over her tight, dark pink rosebud.
Her whole body goes tense, but she doesn’t pull away.
Doesn’t tell me to stop. I dip my dripping wet finger in, spreading her tight pucker for me.
She moans and shakes below me, her ass clenching around my finger.
I draw back my hand and spank her hard, on the other side of her ass, while my finger is still inside her, and as she whimpers, I sink in deeper. She lets out a yelp, but it’s a throaty sound, filled with wonder and hazy pleasure.
I can’t wait any longer. I need to see if she can take all of me, or at least some of me. My dick is pounding, furious at having to wait to be inside of her. The ache nearly cripples me.
I stand beside her and adjust myself, shifting so I can bring my glistening wet dick to that sweet pucker. I feel her body go rigid below me and I run my hand gently over the curve of her ass cheek, caressing and reassuring her.
“Gonna be okay, Harley,” I say hoarsely, even though she can’t hear me.
I push in slowly, achingly slow, with more control than I think I have in me.
Sweat beads along my forehead and trails down the sides of my face in rivulets as I strain to hold myself back.
Not to flex my hips. Not to drive into her and take her hard the way I long to do in my sickest, deepest, most depraved parts.
I fill her with the tip of my dick, and fuck, she’s so tight. She lets out a labored breath that I realize she’s been holding. She whimpers, but instead of pulling away, she bucks her hips back, arching into me for more.
I push in slowly, giving her body time to adjust. She’s tight, but like she was designed for me, her body gives way, taking me. My cock swells inside of her tight hole, begging her to take me just a little more.
I stroke her hip, beads of sweat rolling down my back at the effort it takes to be slow and gentle when my entire being is aching for more. She whimpers and rocks forward, and back, riding me, taking her pleasure as I fill her another inch and then another.
I’m so close, nearly there. My entire body shakes, I want to thrust and thrust hard, and come, come so hard it fucking blinds me. I don’t. Instead I let her set the pace. Her gentle rocking, the sweet cant of her hips back into me, is enough to take me straight to the edge.
And then she moans, in her sweet, innocent voice. “Edge… fuck- Edge- I’m so- I’m so full.”
I lose it.
I stay totally still inside of her, but I reach down and find her drenched cunt. She’s so slick that when I slide three fingers inside of her, she takes them easily.
She screams.
Her cunt spasms around my fingers, and her juices soak my hand as she comes in explosive waves. Her hips writhe and wriggle and she takes me even further into her ass all on her own as she comes on my hand. I can feel those tremors in her ass, her warm, tight ass.
I yell out her name and jack forward, sliding my fingers out of her sopping, swollen cunt and grab her hair.
I tangle it over my fist, wrap those glorious silky, raven black strands between my fingers and jerk sharply, so that her head snaps backwards.
I rock my hips as gently as I can. It’s all the movement I need, one thrust home and I’m coming in hot bursts.
She rears up against me, and I hold her as we shake and unravel together, panting along with her whimpers and sharp bursts of breath.
I stay throbbing in her until I’m sure she’s come back down.
I’m still hard as a rock as I pull out of her, achingly slowly, not wanting to hurt her now that she’s sensitive and sore all over.
She stays perfectly still. Even after I go to the bathroom and return with a cloth to clean her up, she doesn’t move.
Her hands are ground into the quilt that I don’t recognize, the knuckles gone completely white.
I clean her quickly, adeptly, before I go to the bathroom and rinse myself off.
When I return a minute later, she’s still in the same position.
My heart locks up in my chest and fear nestles its icy cold claws into my back. I turn her gently around and tug her into my arms. She goes willingly, wrapping her hands around my neck. I tilt her face up so that she can watch my lips.
She looks up at me with such innocent trust, such naive and fragile sweetness that my stomach cramps up for another reason entirely. She’s given me her body in blind trust, and I lied straight to her face. I need to tell her. Need to be honest and trust her the same way she’s trusted me for years.
“Harley…”
She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes, waiting, waiting for what I have to say.
And so I do it. I tell her, the only way I know how. Straight to the point.
“I didn’t leave my vest at the clubhouse. I gave it back. I left the club.”