Page 74 of Stealing Home

“Low, you’re sitting on my lap right now. I’m healed enough for this.”

I don’t want to bring up that damn video, but ignoring it won’t make it go away. “I know you’ve got certain images in your head.”

She winces. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“It’s time to replace those thoughts with different ones. It’s not a pleasant memory for me either. I had to switch rooms with Will because going into my room makes me physically ill. I’m not exaggerating. I spent the first night on the bathroom floor after just walking into my old room.”

“How can I make it better?”

I wrap her hair around my fist. “I want to seeyourlips around my cock. Can you do that for me?”

She nods.

“Good girl. Now get on your knees and give us both something else to think about.”

Harlow climbs off my lap and lowers herself to her knees. She undoes my belt, unbuttons my jeans, then lowers my zipper. I try not to show her how much my hip still aches when she helps me work my pants down. There’s no hiding the giant greenish purple bruise on my hip bone, but she drops a gentle kiss on it.

I grab her hair and guide her mouth where I need it most. Her lips part and she takes the head into her mouth.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. I want you, only you, forever. Now take more, and show me you missed me.”

Her full lips part around the head of my cock. and she swirls her tongue around the tip. Harlow teases me by scraping her teeth along my flesh before sucking me deep into her mouth.

Her head bobs up and down as she works my shaft. “I love the way you suck me, gorgeous. Seeing your lips stretching around my cock is so fucking hot. Take it all, gorgeous, show me that you’re mine. I want to come down your throat, and then I’m going to fill your pussy. We’ve got a lot of time to make up for.”

She groans around my dick and sucks me deeper. My head falls back, and I groan as she takes me into the back of her throat.

“Fuuuck,” I groan. “Your mouth is heaven. Look at me. Let me see those baby blues.”

The connection I feared was gone only a little while ago snaps back into place. “You’re mine, don’t forget it again.”

Harlow pulls my orgasm from me and swallows every drop. When I’m done she sits back on her heels and grins at me.

“You look smug, and you should be.” I grab her hands and pull her up, until she’s lying next to me on the couch. I wrap my arms around her, our legs tangle together, and I kiss her slowly. “You are precious to me,” I whisper to her.

“Then show me.”

I take my time removing every article of her clothing. “Do you want me to beniceto you?”

My hand slips down her body, and I find her already wet for me. “Is this from sucking my cock?”

“It made me feel powerful to control your pleasure.”

I stroke her smooth skin and slip my fingers through her weeping slit. Finding her clit, I stroke it hard and fast until she squirms underneath me.

“This is mine,” I tell her and plunge my fingers inside of her, pumping them hard and fast until she’s arching against me. When I feel her muscles start to squeeze them, I stop.

Harlow whimpers and tries to grind herself against my hand. “Why did you stop?”

“Do you know how I felt every time I tried to call you and you wouldn’t answer?”

“Scott,” she begs.

“Frustrated,” I continue. “Like this.” I finger her cunt ruthlessly. Every moment I suffered I take back by driving her out of her mind. Each time her breath quickens and her pussy squeezes my fingers I deny her.

“Please, don’t stop.”

“You want to come?” I ask her.

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