Page 24 of Mary had a Little Harem

He softly bit down, tugging on her nipple.

Electricity shot through Mary's body, right down to her core. Louis wasn't as rough as Sam, but he certainly wasn't being gentle. The same kind of desperation and urgency was palpable with every kiss, every stroke, every breath. He wanted her and he would take it. Take her.

With a ragged breath, he claimed every inch of her warm skin, leaving a trail of kisses all the way down to her stomach.

For the second time that day, Mary's shorts were yanked down, leaving her just in her panties. For a moment, she worried he'd be able to tell she already had sex earlier. But without any stalling, Louis pulled her panties off and Mary found herself buckling on the counter. His breath was hot, his kisses warm, his tongue eager and playful. With every flick, every kiss, every sigh, he drew her closer to the surface.

She tangled a hand in his hair, the other a fist to silence her moans. As much as she'd like having one of the other guys join in, right now, she didn't want to be interrupted. She didn't want him to stop. Nothing was allowed to stop them. His mouth felt so good on her, so hot, so slick, so desperately sexy.

He flicked his tongue over her nub, eliciting a muffled moan from her pink lips. She was close, much closer than she thought she was. Just a little bit more and...

Mary almost howled as Louis' mouth stopped moving. She nudged the back of his head, needily begging for him to continue.

But all he did was chuckle.

"Aren't you eager," he grinned, his eyes flickering with mischief.

"Louis..." She wanted to sound stern, but his name fell from her lips in a whimper.

"Patience, Mary."

He pressed one lost kiss on the inside of her thigh and rearranged his pants. There was only one way he was going to make her come and that was if she begged him.

He captured her mouth for another kiss, nibbling on her trembling bottom lip. He ground his bulge against her, creating friction for his member.

Mary's hands found his belt and Louis gladly dropped his trousers to his ankles. His shirt quickly joined the rest of the clothes scattered on the kitchen floor. Without wasting any time, he shoved his boxers out of the way and proudly showcased his shaft.

Without hesitation, Mary dropped to her knees and eagerly wrapped her fingers around his swollen member. She traced the vein with her tongue to the sensitive head before gently kissing it. The saltiness of his excitement danced on her tongue and she found herself going back for more. Louis might think he had the power in his hands, she'd prove him wrong. When she was done with him, he'd be begging her, not the other way around.

She swirled her tongue around the tip, knowingly avoiding the glans. She felt him twitch impatiently in her hand and grinned. If he thought she'd be a prude, he was wrong. Teasingly, she wetted her lips and traced the sides of his member.

Louis tightened his muscles, trying to thrust into Mary's talented mouth. He hadn't expected her to willingly suck him off and now he wished he hadn't teased her so badly. This was certainly going to come back to bite him in the ass. Quite literally, perhaps.

A grunt escaped from his lips as his head hit Mary's inner cheek. She was hot and wet and certainly knew what she was doing.

Mary would've grinned proudly if she wasn't using her mouth for different things. If there was one thing she did well, it was this.

The familiar build up rumbled in Louis' abdomen as his member twitched inside Mary's mouth. He resisted the urge to grab her head and hoped she wouldn't be as merciless as he was.

No such luck.

The cold air blowing over his spittle covered shaft was clear enough. Mary was playing the exact same game as he was.

Desperately, Louis thrust his member in the air, hoping that she would take pity on him.

With a lewd smirk, she placed a quick kiss on the top and clacked her tongue. "Two can play this game, Louis."

For a moment, they stared at each other. Wordlessly. Both hoping the other would give in. But neither did.

“You’re a real bitch, you know that?” Louis broke the silence, yanking Mary back up. He crashed his lips hard on hers, urgently, hungrily.

“Yeah? Well, you’re an asshole,” Mary bit back. Literally.

Louis groaned, the sting in his lip not unpleasant. He ran his hands through her dark curls, grabbing a fistful. If she wanted to play rough, he’d play rough.

“At least I'm not shagging your best friend in a bathroom,” he retorted, pulling her head backwards to expose her neck. He grazed his teeth over his mark again, making Mary sigh under his hot breath. This little game she was playing with Louis was rightfully turning her on. Maybe even more than her time with Sam.

Not that Mary would ever admit that out loud. So instead, she pressed herself harder into him, satisfied to find his hardness pressing into her in return. Even if she wasn’t sure whether Louis actually liked her, things couldn’t have been clearer. Right here, in this very moment, he did. She wrapped her hand around his member. Yes, he liked her plenty.

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