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“What’s wrong?” The door swings back at me once I’m inside, searching for her.

Harley stands at the stove, sucking on her finger.

“I burnt it,” she explains with it still in her mouth.

“Put it under cold water.” I grab her wrist and pull her to the sink, throwing on the cold water tap and running her finger under it. It’s red, but it won’t blister.

While the water does its work, I run my thumb over her cheek, collecting the last tear rolling down.

“Your tears are so sweet,” I say, licking it from my thumb.

She smiles.

“You said the same thing about my blood.”

“It’s true. Everything about you is sweet.” I turn the tap off and take a closer look at the burn. “You’ll live.”

She laughs, and it’s such a freeing sound. It’s been so long since a pretty noise like this eased me. But it’s not just her laugh, or her smile. It’s everything about her.

She touches me and my body tingles. A simple look from her, and my cock gets hard. Just being in the same room with her makes my nerves calm. I breathe better with her around.

“I was making grilled cheese. You want one?” She hurries to the stove and moves the frying pan off the heat. “Good. It didn’tburn.”

“I’m hungry.” I put my hands on her hips, nuzzling into her neck. “But not for grilled cheese.”

“I can make you something else, if you want.” She turns around in my grasp. “Oh.” Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth when she catches my gaze.

“Yeah. Oh.” I pick her up, tucking her legs around my waist, and carry her to the table.

I lay her across the table, not giving a fuck about the floral arrangement that falls to the floor with a clatter.

“I think it broke.” She tries to check on the pottery pieces strewn on the floor.

“Don’t care.” Her jean shorts have a row of buttons instead of a zipper. The style should be outlawed. It takes way too long to get them all undone. Once the torture of the buttons is over, I rip her shorts and panties off, tossing them over my shoulder.

She giggles when I pull up a chair and sit down at the table.

“What are you doing?” She tries to sit up, but one arch of my eyebrow and she lies back down.

“I told you, I am hungry.” Hooking my arms beneath her, I drag her ass to the edge, putting her pretty pussy right in front of me.

The moment my tongue touches her clit, she hisses, and it’s an even prettier sound than her laugh. Biting down on the sensitive bud gifts me with another sound, and a wiggle.

She tastes of heaven coated in chocolate. Her moans mingle with mine as I devour what’s mine. Sinking two fingers into her tight passage has her arching up at me. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I flick my tongue across it, while twisting and turning my fingers inside of her.

“Zack.” She fists my hair, pulling.

“Fuck yes, baby, come for me. Give me all your juices.” I bite down on the inside of her thigh, then go back to licking and sucking and biting every part of her until her body tightens. A tremble works through her thighs, and I thrust myfingers harder, adding a third, and curl them just enough to bring her the very edge.

“Fuck!” she screams as her body folds and her pussy squeezes my fingers. She floods my fingers with her release, and I catch every drop of her pleasure on my tongue. Licking her tenderly, and slowly, until her body eases back onto the table and she’s fisting her own hair, catching her breath.

“Such a good girl,” I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth, then shove the chair out of the way as I stand.

She looks down the length of her body at me, a sated grin on her lips.

“You didn’t think I was that generous, did you?” I shove my pants down, fisting my cock. Just a little squeeze. Enough to take the edge off my arousal.

“We’ll break the table,” she warns.

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