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“Jesus, Elle, don’t say things like that. I don’t want to think about that summer. It was wrong of me to want you,” I say, trying to hide from the truth.
“Why? Because I was a few years younger than you? I was almost eighteen, and I knew exactly what I wanted. Even then.” She caresses her breasts, pinching her dusky pink nipples.
“I used to lie in bed at night and touch myself, wishing it was you.” Her right hand travels down her abdomen, past her belly button, until she reaches the top of her black panties. Elle traces her fingers over the lace at her core and grinds against her palm, tugging on her nipple with her left hand, a soft moan flowing from her.
“Show me, angel. I need to see what I’ve been missing,” I encourage her, leaning forward, my voice strained. I’ll beg if I have to. I need to see her come, need to see her fingers glistening with her own arousal. Need to know that every moan and sigh is for me.
My dick throbs in my hand, pulsing in time with my frantic heartbeat. I never imagined I would ever be here. So close to a naked and—fuck me—willing Elle Cartwright.
“Hmmm,” she moans as she shifts the panties to the side, and I see her pretty pink pussy wet and blooming. She’s shaved with only a thatch of blonde curls above her clit. Her long fingers circle her pearl, before slowly dipping into her pussy and coming away coated in arousal.
She’s watching me watching her. I’m captivated by the sight of her fingering and pleasuring herself. My own hand takes on her rhythm. Long, slow strokes up and down my cock, trying to keep myself from coming too soon. I won’t come until she does. I want to spill with my name on her lips.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, Elle. No one comes close to you. No one has … and after tonight, I don’t think anyone ever will.” I can’t stop the words from escaping my mouth. I need her to know how I feel. That she’s worth more than five hundred thousand dollars, more than a million, more than a fortune.
She’s fucking priceless.
Elle’s fingers are vigorous in her pursuit of pleasure. She’s so close, I can almost taste her on my tongue.
“Harrison, please … if you won’t fuck me, please, please let me suck your cock. Please. I can’t come without knowing what you feel like in my mouth. I want to taste your cum on my tongue,” Elle begs—she’s begging for my cock—her eyebrows pinched and her nipples beading, pleading for my attention.
I fist my cock, trying to stop myself from coming at her words.
Elle is right. We’re consenting adults. We want each other and I’m past caring what other people think of me. Tonight is about us. No one and nothing else matters.
My mind made up; I swiftly get to my feet, kick off my shoes, then remove my shirt and pants and move to the head of the bed.
Elle’s fingers don’t stop moving as she watches me move toward her. Her clit is gorgeous, standing proud and glistening from all the attention she’s given it, and I can’t fucking wait to taste and suck on it.
Grabbing one of the pillows, I throw it on the side of the bed. “Come here, baby,” I instruct her. Elle doesn’t miss a beat and quickly removes her panties before lying down with her head on the pillow, her body laid out sideways on the bed.
Her mouth opens invitingly, her tongue coaxing my cock closer. I don’t need any more incentive. I want to feel her warm heat surrounding my cock—I’m done waiting.
I lean over her, my dick bobbing above her face, but I need to feel her skin, and I skim my hands over her breasts. Feeling her tight nipples against my palms, I try not to moan, but when she laps at my cock, I can’t hold back the groan of pleasure. Her lips close over my crown and suck me down, making me throw my head back and arch forward, forcing my cock deeper.
Elle’s hands move up my thighs and grip there, leveraging herself to suck my cock fully, until I feel my head breach her throat—fuck, I’m going to come, and I don’t want to come yet.
I place my hand over her throat, stilling her movements. I need to take this slowly. I don’t want our time together to ever fucking end.
Her moan tells me she wants this, wants more …
Wants me—and that realization is heady. Makes me want to roar in triumph.
“Baby, if we don’t slow down, I’m gonna come, and I don’t want to come this soon,” I say, pulling my cock free from her mouth and taking a step back. The sight of her, needy and wanton, is unbelievable. She’s glorious, ethereal.
“Don’t move. Stay just like that, angel,” I say, walking around the bed. “Let me worship you.”
CHAPTER9
My body’s on fire. It’s like I can feel every inch of my skin, and all my cells want to do is find glorious release—I’m almost there—almost at the pinnacle.
I whimper as his hand encloses my throat and forces me to stop. I don’t want to stop—I want to come!
I want to feel him inside me, that's what I want. I want all my teenage fantasies to become a reality.
“Let me worship you,” Harrison says as he moves away. His eyes never stray from my body as he circles the bed and stands gazing at me from my feet.
What must I look like? Wanton, breasts heaving, legs splayed, thighs wet, pussy dripping … I’m ultra-conscious of my body, and I start to close my legs, but Harrison stops my movements with a strong grip on my knees. Kneeling between my legs, his fingers grip my thighs and force them wider. I flush as I feel his hot breath on my pussy, loving being here, pinned down and about to live my fantasy.
