AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Tell me what you need,” I pant.Can a cock physically explode from being so turned on and hard? What’s the time limit before that happens?
Her hands reach out, fumbling for the button then zipper of my pants. I grip the hem of her shirt and pull it off. A black lace bra with small pink bows at the straps looks back at me.She wore this to work!Jesus. I love it and hate it all at the same time. What if someone else saw?
I cup both her breasts and nuzzle my nose between them; then, I tenderly kiss each nipple through the lace. The way her body melts directly into mine is such a fucking turn-on.
"I need you to fuck me, hard and fast," she purrs as her warm, smooth hands-free my arousal. My head tips back at the sensation. It's like finding heaven in Harper's hands. "And then I need you to apologize," she adds, her grip tightening to a mixture of pleasure and pain.
I look down at her, confused. "Apologize for what?" I manage, my focus blurred by her touch.
"For what?" She teases, leaning forward, jumping off the dresser while keeping one hand gripping my cock. She guides me back to my bed. My back hits the mattress as she climbs on and straddles me. Slowly, she lowers herself and kisses the tip.
Fuck me…seriously she needs to fuck me because I might come from this vision alone.
“What?” I mutter as she opens her mouth, sticks out her tongue, and licks me from root to tip.
"Why are you sorry?" she persists, as she looks up at me with hooded, seductive eyes.
At this point, frustration mixes with desire. "I don't know, Harper. I’m sorry, OK?" I snap, unable to think straight with her hands and mouth on me.“Siren, you know I love foreplay, but if you don’t put my cock in your mouth or pussy, I’m gonna die. Do you really want to be charged with my murder?” I joke as I buck my hips up.
She snickers. "Fine, I'll tell you. Only because I don’t look good in a jumpsuit," she teases, inching up my body, her lace-covered pussy beginning to grind against me, soaking through the fabric. I reach out, fingers diving under the lace, as she continues, "You called me a fucking cheerleader." She deadpans.
"That's why you’re acting out?" I hiss, irritation battling with arousal. "Doesn't every woman want to be a cheerleader?" I mutter.
"I'm not every woman."
"I know; anyone else would be riding my cock right now," I grumble, then I playfully wink. "Seriously, look at that work of art, long and thick, begging you to get on it. Consider my body a museum where you can taste and touch the full experience." I buck my hips again.
She tries to hide her laugh by biting her bottom lip. I want to reach out and free it so I can hear her.
She hesitates, her eyes inching lower to my sex. I love that I can be so stupid with her. It's a mask we both wear, playing silly and dumb to hide what is so broken inside. One day, we are both going to have to face it. I just hope we're still together when we do. I'll rebuild her and fix what has been broken, but I want her to do the same to me. I don't want to be left a mess.
I grin the moment I see her cave; she reaches down, pushes her panties aside, and positions herself above me. I try to be the perfect gentleman and help her push her panties aside, but she swats my hand away. "I’m not a cheerleader," she replies sharply.
"OK, noted. Just fuck me already.” As I said, Harper has many different versions of herself, and tonight, it seems I have the crazy side. If it were any other woman, I’d zip up my pants and show her the door.
Maybe I am insane and have only two neurons left because no matter what side I take, I’ll devour her.
She lines me up to her sex, and slowly, so fucking slowly, she sinks onto me. "Do I feel like a cheerleader or a sidekick?" She purrs like the devil. Consider me a demon because I'm down for this, for whatever she wants to do. Sign me the hell up.
She pushes up on her knees and then sinks onto me again, up and down. "I’m the mother-fucking hero, Kent. Don't you forget it?" She rolls her hips and then begins to fuck me. Hard.
When I try to touch her, she grabs my hands and keeps a hold of them. The only thing she allows me to do is meet her thrust as I grind upward. She looks like a vision, taking what she wants from me, holding me down. A fucking vision! I don’t know if she is an angel or a devil. Maybe both.
Her foreplay act starts to crack, her serious face softening as her lips part.“Oh God, Kent. Yes! Yes! Right there!” Her voice trembles, and her sex squeezes my cock so tight I can’t move. I just feel for a moment; her fingers slacken their hold on my wrists. She frees me and reaching out, I grab her hips, lifting her up and then slamming her down on me.
“You’re mine!” I roar.“Mine, Harper. Do you understand?”
She reaches up and grabs her breasts, kneading them.
Nope! Those are mine, too.
I sit up so I can thrust into her better, grab her hands, and replace them with my mouth on her breast. Teasing, I suck her nipple into my mouth before I bite it.“These are mine, too.”
Her blue eyes lazily look down, filled with a haze of pleasure. One more thrust into her perfect body, and we're both coming and it’s the longest orgasm of my life.
Every second with her is a blend of ecstasy and madness. The way she claims control, the way she surrenders—it’s intoxicating. I never knew I could feel this way, so utterly consumed by another person. Harper isn’t just a part of my life; she’s the air I breathe, the fire that fuels me. And in moments like this, when we’re completely lost in each other, I know I’ll never let her go.
She collapses on top of me and then laughs; her body shakes with so much laughter that she ends up rolling off of me. "I’ve never had a woman laugh after I fuck her," I say as I try to catch my breath.
