Harlowe #3
I start to laugh as my trembling muscles finally release me from the deluge of bliss he wrung from my body. I collapse against him, curling into his arms, and let him hold me as I get my breathing under control. “Now I remember what fucking you is like. Holy hell, Zander.”
“I’m not done with you, Lowe,” he growls. "Get on your knees and give me that delectable ass so I can watch my cock destroy your pussy from behind.”
I shiver in anticipation and look up, catching the commanding look on his face, and smile back at him. “Make me,” I purr, running a nail down his cheek. Another crack of lightning flashes, lighting up his smoldering gray eyes that take my challenge.
“There’s the little Wildcat I remember.” With a swift movement, he picks me up and roughly turns me in his arms, pinning my back to his front and clasping his hand around my throat, squeezing gently as I gasp, sending my heart racing and pulling a smile up at the corners of my mouth.
Thunder booms, sending the beat of his heart skipping against my back.
“This smart mouth has always been my fucking favorite,” he growls against my face.
“You miss it a little rougher, baby? You want me to punish this pretty little cunt that’s been waiting so patiently for my cock?
” He moves the hand he has banded around my waist to grip between my legs.
“I’ll make you take every inch of me and see what that mouth says after I teach you a lesson. ”
He lets go of my throat and I take a deep breath that turns into a squeak as he bends me over and pushes my chest into the bed, keeping one heavy hand on my hip.
He knocks my knees wider with his leg and pushes into me roughly.
I groan, hands fisting the duvet, back arching as I push back against him, meeting the punishing thrusts he’s started.
“That’s it?” I goad. “I thought you were going to teach me a lesson about my smart mouth.”
A loud thwack sounds as his palm connects with my ass and I let out a yowl of pain, trying to jump forward, but he holds me in place.
“Shut the fuck up and take that cock like a good girl.”
My body clenches around him, my eyes rolling in bliss even as I whimper, and he smooths his palm over the raw spot on my cheek. He continues the punishing rhythm that has him bottoming out, his hips connecting with my ass on each thrust that rocks my entire body.
“Look at your cunt, taking my cock so well,” he grunts out as he slams into me. “You look so pretty.” Thrust. “Stretching around me.” Thrust. “Dripping for me.” Thrust. “Put those pretty fingers to work.” Thrust. “Touch yourself.” Thrust. “So you can come apart.” Thrust. “While I ruin you.” Thrust.
I moan and unclench one hand from the death grip I have on the duvet that is keeping me from being thrust across the bed and inch my arm under my body, finding my clit and circling.
He pushes my hips lower, widening my knees, and drives into me from a new angle, hitting that sensitive spot every time he bottoms out, and I start to see stars as my body tightens around him.
I begin to shake, my knees trembling with the effort to keep me upright, and damn does it feel good to take all of him like this.
I make a sound I can only call mewling while my pussy spasms, locking up tight around Zander’s cock, the breath freezing in my lungs for a heartbeat before the orgasm tears through me, and I scream loud enough I’m sure the neighbors three floors down can hear me.
Another flash of lightning and boom of thunder shakes the room, joining me in my cry of release, and I think that the storm is as relieved as I am that Zander is back in my life and I’m in his bed.
I bite down on the duvet as the waves keep washing over me, Zander relentless in his pursuit of my pleasure.
With a groan, he buries himself deep and comes, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise.
He collapses onto my back, tracing kisses across my shoulder, wrapping his arms around me, lacing our fingers together, and squishing me into the mattress in the most divine way, like he knows I want to be entangled in him even now.
“How’s that smart mouth now? Throat a little hoarse from screaming? I don't know what was louder, you or the storm.”
“Me. Definitely me,” I groan, voice scratchy from the effort as I snuggle harder into him.
“Why do I keep falling in love with you during lightning storms?” The thought slips out before I can catch it, and he wraps me up tighter, as if he likes hearing those soft words I’m barely able to breathe now as the storm rages outside the penthouse windows.
“It’s because we’re electric, baby. We’ll always set the sky on fire when we give in to each other.
Now maybe you’ll know I’ll love you until the atmosphere can no longer muster the energy to crack the sky open with light and heat and sound to match how I feel.
I’m going to love you forever, Lowe, and every time you see lightning, you’re going to know the absolute power of my love for you. ”