Page 82 of The Foul Out

As I lapped against her clit, she tightened her thighs around me, holding me in place. “Again,” she croaked out.

Gladly. I licked and sucked and feasted until she was shaking, crying, begging me. With my lips clamped around her clit, I sank two fingers inside her.

“Yes,” she called.

With her hands tangled in my hair, she rode my face and my fingers while I devoured her. Her body tightened, and she shuddered, calling my name as she came in my mouth. Eagerand so fucking turned on, I worked her through her release, not relenting until her body slumped back against the cushions.

“Holy shit,” she mumbled, still spread out on the sofa, and damn if I didn’t have the perfect view. Harper, flushed and dazed from the orgasm I’d given her, her pussy wet and ready for me.

My cock leaked in my pants. Begging for attention. Begging for her.

I scrambled to my feet and yanked out my wallet for a condom. Then I dropped my jeans and boxer briefs in one swipe, leaving my needy dick jutting toward her.

With her eyes locked on my length, she sat up and took the condom out of my hands. “Can I?”

Could she touch me?

“Ab-so-fucking-lutely. I’d be thrilled to have your hands on my dick anytime, anywhere.”

Chuckling, the sound breathy, she rolled her eyes and tore open the wrapper. Instead of rolling the latex over me, she grasped my cock, her fingers brushing against the sensitive flesh there.

“Fuck. Squeeze it, baby.”

“Say please?” she teased, giving me shit, as always.

“Please,” I croaked.

She didn’t hesitate, thank fuck, to brush her thumb across the tip, spreading the precum. Then she wrapped her fingers around me, just like I’d requested. God damn. I had to lock my knees to stop myself from falling. She pumped once and then again. My gut tightened and my toes tingled. No fucking way. I yanked out of her hand. I wasn’t coming until I was deep inside her.

“God damn, Harper. Put the condom on. I need you to ride me. Fast and hard,” I ordered. “While you do that, I’m gonna play with the best tits I’ve ever seen.”

Though she smirked at the demand, she slipped the condom over my tip and then ran her fist down me, taking the latex with her. When I was fully sheathed, her fingers brushed my balls, sending a zap of electricity through me.

Hissing at the sensation, I grasped her, lifting her off the sofa so I could settle in her place, and brought her down on my lap.

Still flooded with need, I pinched her nipples, teasing, rolling, flicking until she was squirming.

“Damn, you do that so well. It’s the perfect pressure. I need—” She gasps.

“Me too, baby,” I promised.

She pressed her knees into the cushion on either side of me and lined herself up with my dick. Slowly, she sank against me until I was enveloped in hot, wet heaven.

“Fuck. You’re tight.” I groaned when I was fully seated. She was tighter than anything I’d felt in forever. Like her pussy was made to grip every inch of my cock.

With her hands on my shoulders, she slowly lifted herself up and dropped down once more, back arching. “It’s been a while.”

I ran my thumbs across her nipples, and she clenched around me in response. Damn, I fucking loved how sensitive her tits were, how responsive she was to every small touch. “Then we better make it worth the wait.”

She lifted and dropped down once more, then circled her hips, grinding against me.

Yeah, this was heaven. Engulfed in the feel and the scent of the woman who not only turned me on but challenged me and made me laugh. I’d never known that kind of connection existed.

Her eyes drifted closed as she rocked against me, going even deeper.

“Don’t you dare,” I gritted out, pinching her nipples hard.

Her eyes snapped open, meeting mine.

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