Page 84 of Stealing Home

With my fingers buried inside of her, I apply pressure to her clit, and use my hold on her to work her ass against my aching dick. I hope I don’t wake up before I can bury myself inside of her and fill her with cum.

All these fuckers trying to come between us is pissing me off. Her ex, my former teammates, and my own father need to back the hell off. I can’t wait for her divorce to be final. I want my ring on her finger, and as soon as my diploma is in my hand, I’m going to knock her up.

I thought I was hard before, but the image of Harlow, round with my child, turns my cock into steel.

“Scott,” she moans. Even the sounds she’s making sound so real. As soon as I make dream Harlow come, I’m going to repeat this with the real one.

“Mmm,” I hum into her neck. “Feels so real. Wanna make you come, dream girl.”

Her hand grips my wrist, and I frown. Why would dream Harlow try and stop me?

“Wake up, hotshot, and I’ll give you everything you’re seeking in your sleep.”

I crack open one eye and chuckle. “I thought that dream felt more real than any I’ve ever had.”

“I’ve been on edge since last night. I swear if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to take care of myself.”

I growl, because my groggy brain is operating on pure instinct. Harlow lets go of my wrist, and let’s me continue to fuck her with my fingers. This time I hold back from dry humping her ass. I’m too close, and if she’s going to be a needy brat, I’m going to torture her with orgasms.

Pulling my fingers free from her pussy, I make a big show of sucking them clean. Rising above her, I pull my shirt off. Her pupils expand, and her tongue swipes across her lower lip. I love how she doesn’t try and hide how much she loves looking at my body. Not that I suffer from low self esteem, but when the woman you love looks at you with such naked desire, it makes a person feel like they can fly.

“Are you feeling needy, Low?”

She nods her head.

I’m in the mood to play. “I should spank you for threatening to touch my pussy, but instead I’m going to be nice to you again.”

She shivers, and I know she’s in the mood to submit to me. That’s good, because I’m in the mood to dominate her. “Arms up,” I demand, and I pull her shirt over her head. Her nipples are still tight and hard, practically begging to be sucked, so I do.

I pinch, stretch, and twist one while I suck the other one hard. Alternating between them, I know she’s getting close to her orgasm. “You will come from me playing with your tits. You’re going to count every time I make you come. Let’s go for five.”

“No way. I can’t come five times in a row,” she protests.

“You’ll take what I give you and thank me every time like a good girl, but I’m going to fuck you like a dirty slut. One day, maybe I’ll fuck you in a room full of strangers like the woman last night at the club, but I won’t share you. Ever.”

I return to lavishing her tits with my attention. Sucking on the skin around her areola I cover her in love bites. She might get pissed at me when she sees I’ve marked her, but I need to see some physical sign that she’s mine. Even if we’re the only ones who know it’s there.

Her body goes taut underneath me, and she exhales on a quiet moan. I hold myself above her and wait for her to follow my commands. She blinks several times before she remembers what I’m waiting for. “One,” she breathes.

My eyebrow cocks up. “Anything else you’d like to say to me?”

“Thank you, Sir,” she replies sassily.

I know she’s teasing me, but hearing her call me sir makes my cock twitch. “I know you’re being a brat, but you just made me even harder. Not sure how that was even possible, but I’m really going to pound this greedy pussy.”

“Yes please, Sir. I need your cock, now.”

I shake my head. “Not until you come on my face.” Swatting her thighs, I encourage her to spread open wider.

I don’t tease her with slow strokes of my tongue. This isn’t a gentle seduction of my sweet Low, but a dirty tongue fucking. She’s so wet the sounds of me lapping at her weeping slit fill the room. I spear her with my tongue and curve it to rub against that secret place inside of her that makes her toes curl and her back arch.

This time when she comes, she moans low and husky. I wipe my face on the sheets and crawl up her body.

“Two, thank you, Sir.” This time she looks down, not out of shyness, but she’s slipping into that head space where she hands control to me, trusting I’ll take care of her.

“You have the most delicious cunt. I could spend hours eating you out. Maybe I will one of these days. Make you come over and over, while I drink every drop of your pleasure. Now, I believe I promised to fuck you like a dirty slut. Get on your hands and knees. I want to see your tits swing and my cock pounding your pussy in that mirror.” I point across the room which has a mirrored sliding closet door. The interior decorator of this place deserves a fucking raise.

Harlow hesitates for a moment, her hand shakily moving to cover her belly. I grab her hands and pin them above her head. “His voice doesn’t belong in your head anymore. Shove him out, and get on all fours. I’m so fucking hard, you’re going to let me use this pussy to get off, aren’t you?”

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