Page 59 of The Pilot

The sight was so erotic, seeing her come on his tongue, that Harper couldn’t wait one more second to have this man.

She sat up suddenly, startling him and giving her the advantage. She pushed on his shoulder until he flopped back on the bed. Her hands went to his boxers, and she roughly pulled them down. His cock burst forth from the material, precome already weeping from the tip.

She didn’t wait, couldn’t wait, to get his underwear all the way off. She needed him. Wanted to taste him as he’d tasted her. Wanted to thank him for the amazing experience he’d just given her.

Wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, she lowered her head and took him straight down her throat in one fast movement.

He groaned, and seemed to grow even thicker and longer in her throat. Smiling, she mentally vowed to give him a blow job he’d never forget. She might not be his first, but she’d damn well make sure she was the best.

Chapter Thirteen

With the taste of Harper still on his lips and tongue, Linc almost came as soon as her fingers closed around his cock. And when she went down on him, taking him all the way into her throat without hesitation, he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

One of his hands went to her head. He pulled her hair out of the way so he could have the best view of his dick disappearing between her lips. He’d never seen anything sexier. Her enthusiasm was erotic as hell and made him feel more wanted than any other woman had ever managed.

In the past, he’d felt as if most of his partners had gone down on him because they’d thought it was expected. Harper was making love to his cock with her mouth. When he wasn’t in her throat, she was licking, sucking, and nibbling, just as he’d done to her. Precome was leaking from the tip of his cock like a sieve, and she either used it as lubrication or licked it up with a Cheshire cat smile.

“Fucking hell, Harper,” Linc muttered.

She smiled around his dick as she bobbed up and down. He was going to come, and the last thing he wanted was to blow his wad in her mouth. Not when her juicy pussy was waiting for him. He’d been nervous about making love to her after hearing her story, but the woman currently devouring him as if he were a popsicle obviously wasn’t thinking about the past. Which was a huge relief.

Turning his mind away from what she’d told him, because it would kill his erection faster than jumping into Lobster Cove on a winter day, Linc licked his lips, still tasting her there.

He took another moment to enjoy the sight of Harper slurping and deep-throating him. He wasn’t a small man, and seeing how easily she took him was such a turn-on.

“That is so damn sexy,” he told her, as she continued to suck him. “Seeing your lips around me, it’s a dream come true, sweetheart. I can’t wait to do this while you’re on your knees in front of me. I want you to suck on me until right before I blow, and then I want to come on your tits. See it dripping from your nipples.”

She moaned at his words, and the sound reverberated around his cock, making him even harder.

“You like the sound of that?”

She nodded but didn’t let go of his dick. In fact, she sucked harder, making Linc moan this time.

She took her mouth off his cock, using her hand to jack him off while turning to kiss his inner thigh. Then she latched on to him—and proceeded to give him one hell of a hickey.

Linc couldn’t help but laugh. He knew exactly what she was doing, and he didn’t give even the smallest shit. She could mark him any way she wanted. He’d wear the bruise with pride, knowing she gave it to him. And remembering what she was doing while she did.

Except, his boxers were in the way. She was having trouble keeping the material out of her face as she marked him. Linc reached down, dislodging Harper from his leg with a pop, and he shoved the offending material farther down his thighs. He kicked it off and reached for Harper.

She was still pumping his cock with her hand, but he pulled her on top of him. He wanted to fuck the shit out of her, though he remained cognizant of her past. And while she said she didn’t remember anything, the last thing he wanted to do was trigger some long-buried memory by taking her in the missionary position.

She smiled down at him, going up on her knees and reaching for his cock once more. She started to notch him between her legs, but something occurred to Linc at the last minute. He literally wanted to cry, but he wouldn’t take her without protecting her first.

His hand flew out and he covered her pussy as he said, “Fuck . . . condom, Harper. They’re in my bag.”

She didn’t protest, didn’t hesitate. Simply swung her leg over his and hopped off the bed. He watched with appreciation as she leaned over to grab the bag from the pharmacy they’d stopped at along the way. Bent in front of him, he could see her thighs glistened with her juices, and her pussy lips were puffy and equally wet.

It took all Linc’s control not to leap out of the bed and take her right then and there. With Harper leaning over, him fucking her from behind like an animal. He felt like one. His mind was hazy, and he’d never been so desperate to get inside a woman.

And not just any woman. This one. Harper.

She turned with a smile of triumph as she held up the box of condoms, opening it as she walked back to the bed. Linc couldn’t keep his gaze from her tits. From the hickey he’d given her earlier. It was going to bruise like hell. He regretted sucking so hard. He’d have to keep in mind in the future how easily her skin damaged. His intention was never to hurt or embarrass her. Just to have her think about him every time she saw it.

She’d succeeded in opening the box by the time she reached him, and while the thought of her putting the condom on him was crazy hot, Linc didn’t have the patience at the moment. He held out his hand, and he had the package open and the rubber rolled down his dick before she’d even climbed back onto the bed and hitched a leg up to straddle him.

As soon as she was in place, Linc reached for her hips and held Harper steady as she once more took hold of him.

It took a shitload of control not to thrust up the second the head of his cock breached her pussy lips. But somehow, he managed to lie still and let Harper take the lead. Thankfully, she didn’t prolong the moment. She sank down on him in one long thrust, taking him to the hilt.