Page 5 of Filthy Deal

I use my fingers and mouth to stroke her to completion, and when she’s done, really done, I realize I don’t have a condom andthis night is going to be the death of me. Of course, it is. I’m on Kingston land.

I slide up her body to kiss her, and damn it, the taste of her on both our lips about undoes me. “I don’t have a condom,” I whisper.

“Oh god,” she whispers. “Please tell me no.”

“I wish I could,” I say, kissing her and rolling us to our sides, facing each other. “No sex.”

“Oh no,” she whispers, sounding truly distressed. “How can you not have a condom?”

“I wasn’t exactly expecting a hot stepsister I wanted to fuck.”

Her teeth worry her bottom lip. “I owe you then,” she says, her hand on my chest when I want it on my cock. I want it all over my body, but I don’t move. I don’t touch her, not when I’m dying here wanting inside her. “You owe me nothing.”

“I do,” she says, “because that was—I um, don’t even have words for what that was you just did to me.”

I laugh, and there is something as charming and vulnerable about her as there is sexy. “I’m glad you liked it, you don’t owe me,” I repeat. “I’m notthem.”

“Then consider what comes next, for me, not you.”

“You don’t fit them.” Her hand slides down my tattoo sleeve. “But this fits you. I love this so very much.” Her voice is low, and sultry, and I swear if she touches my cock, this is all over. I will forget why a condom matters. And I still want her to touch me.

Her hand settles on my stomach and holy hell, I don’t know if I have enough willpower to not fuck her. She stokes down my zipper and traces the thick ridge of my erection, and I don’t even stop her when she shoves me to my back and straddles me. Especially since she’s naked and gorgeous, and I now have a perfect view of her breasts. And they are perfect. High and full, with these perfect little nipples.

“What are you doing, Harper?” I ask. “Wedon’t havea condom.”

“But we have each other. Isn’t that what people say when times are tough? And no condom is pretty tough times, don’t you think?”

I laugh again. “It is.”

She moves to the side of me, her knees at my hip as she runs her hand over my zipper, stroking the hard length of my now throbbing cock. “We also have my mouth.” She leans in and kisses my stomach the way I’d kissed hers.

I don’t even consider resisting where this is going. Her mouth, my cock. Yes-fucking-please.Now. I want her toodamn badly to say no and already my hand is on her head, her mouth kissing me through my pants, and there’s no real preamble before she has my cock out and in her hand, but instead of sucking me, she shoves at my pants; as if they’re a distraction we can’t afford. I’m all about getting rid of the distractions. I sit up, kiss her, and then stand.

I’m fully undressed in thirty seconds, facing her with my cock thick and jutted out, the heat of her eyes on my body, on my erection, driving my urgency. I settle on a knee in front of her, at the same moment she rises to her knees to meet me there. Those beautiful full lips of hers part and lift, and I can’t resist another taste. I kiss her, a deep slide of tongue, and she’s so damn sweet, too sweet to be one of them and so fucking addictive, I am already lost in her. I take us down to the mattress, side by side and fuck, I know we don’t have a condom, but I just want to feel the wet heat of her body pressed against me for a moment.

I press into the V of her body and deepen the kiss, my hands all over her body, her body molded close, both of us desperate in a way I don’t ever remember being desperate. I reach between us and stroke my cock along her sex. “Eric,” she whispers, her fingers curling on my chest. “We don’t have a condom.”

“I know that. I just want to feel you for one moment. Just one.” I press inside her, sinking deep but I don’t let myself move. “Holy fuck,” I murmur, and I know I have to stop now but I slide back and thrust once more.

She gasps. “We have to stop,” she whispers urgently but then we’re kissing, and it’s so damn good, too good. I’m going to fucking come if I don’t stop now.

I pull out and we both pant with the impact. “Holy hell, woman,” I say, flopping onto my back, and groaning with the effort it took to deny myself all that wet, tight heat enveloping me.

Harper scoots close to me, her soft, perfect curves pressed to my side, and she leans in and kisses me. “I really wish you were still inside me,” she whispers against my lips, her voice so damn sweet and sexy, her hand sliding down my chest and over my stomach to grip my cock. “What do you need right now?” she asks.

“To be fucking you,” I say. “In about ten different ways our lack of a condom says I can’t.”

“We can still do this,” she says. “I can still do this.” She doesn’t use words to explain what “this” is. She slides down my body, her hand still wrapped around my shaft, as she settles on her knees beside me. Her eyes meeting mine, her tongue licking away the liquid poolingat the tip of my shaft, which I’m pretty sure is more than simple arousal. I don’t even want to think about how close I was to coming inside her. She takes care of that mental rabbit hole though. She closes her mouth around me, sucking me long and deep, her tongue sliding around me as she does, and I tell myself to stop, I tell myself that I was so close to coming inside her, that it won’t take much for me to come in her mouth. I try to stop. I try damn hard to pull her back. “Stop, Harper, or I’m going to—”

She sucks me deeper and it’s all over. I can’t hold back. I thrust into her mouth and I’m done. One more thrust and I’m shuddering with release and I can’t pull back. She sucks me deeper, longer, and then slower until she’s taken me all the fucking way. God, I think I’m in love with this woman, which of course, isn’t possible. I don’t do love, but if I did, I’d already be halfway there with all her vulnerable sexiness.

When she releases me and kisses my stomach, I drag her to me, kissing her and rolling her to her back. “I really hate that I don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t,” she says. “It means you’re not a manwhore who’s always prepared to fuck anyone, but it doesn’t matter. You’re leaving. They think you want to be here, but you don’t want this place. Not anymore. I feel that.”

“Why doyouwant this place?” I ask. “What makes you need this?”

“What madeyouneed it?” she counters, avoiding a direct answer.

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