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All he has to do is circle it with the tip of his crown a few times before I’m soaked. Flickers of pleasure wreath into me, arousing me and sickening me at the same time.

“What did you think was going to happen, princess? You come in here with your tight fucking pants, you see me watching this film?” There’s a gleam in his black eyes like he’s daring me to back down. Then he glides his thumb over my hole, pressing hard, sending a score of hot tingle through me. I gasp, go rigid.

“Touch yourself,” he says, his eyes dropping briefly to my aching pussy.

My hand trembles as I start rubbing my clit, and my body arches when Jude slips the tip of his thumb inside me. “Fuck,” I grate through my teeth. “Jude…”

“Stop?” he teases, and then starts working his thumb inside my hole. “Go on, Harper. Tell me to stop again. See what happens.”

I grimace instead, my fingers moving faster and harder. I grunt, groan, buck my hips, my eyelashes fluttering as I struggle to keep my gaze locked on Jude’s hungry eyes.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “This tight little hole is almost ready for my cock. Want to know what that’s going to feel like, princess?”

He slips his thumb deeper, starts fingering my tight hole. “Imagine this…but a million times better.” It’s so fucking intense, he only has to pump in and out a few times before pleasure tears through me.

My entire body bucks off the daybed as I come with a strangled scream.

Chapter 43

Jude

I love the way Harper struggles. How she thinks she wants me to stop. Does she know how much it turns me on? I’ve held out for so long that my balls are filled with a deep, sullen ache. Delicious, but torturous. Her tight little hole is more than wet enough for me, and I’ve tormented us both for too long. She’s tightening around the tip of my finger, and I think that’s because she’s going to come.

I want to be inside her when it happens again.

I part her ass cheeks and push my cock against her hole. She twists, moans, tries to close her legs. I ignore her. With my weight on her, she’s trapped. Her pussy lips are dark with arousal, and I almost change my mind and push into them instead. But after hearing how gloriously she came undone with my finger inside her hole, I can’t imagine what she’ll do when I’m fucking it.

God, she’s so fuckingtight. And the meth she spiked my drink with must be contributing because although I’m fucking bursting to come, I feel like I can do this all night. Why wouldn’t I? It’s so goddamn good. I’ve edged so many times before when Iwas jerking off to good porn, but it felt nothing like this. I know our parents can’t hear us, there’s still a chance one of them will come down here. That they’ll walk in and find us like this, doing something so nasty andwrongit would turn their hair gray.

“Fuck!” I growl as I force myself an inch inside her. Then another. Another. Harper lets out a breathless cry, her back arching, her hands clawing my arms, leaving streaks of blood behind.

My body’s on fire. I can feel the air against my skin, can taste Harper’s scent on my tongue, can feel every inch of her hole gripping my cock. My muscles, my balls, my fucking cock all scream at me for release.

Harper tightens around me and lets out a wretched sob as she covers her face with her hands. I start rubbing her clit, ratcheting up her glorious, shameful sobs to something surreal.

I push all the way inside her, pull out a few inches, and do it again. She’s shuddering, moaning, writhing like a creature possessed. Beautiful in her pained, frantic pleasure.

I move faster, settle into a punishing rhythm. The sounds of our bodies slapping against each other fill the room.

“Jude,fuck.Jude!”

At the sound of my name on her sweet tongue, I come hard, groaning through my climax as my cum spurts into her. She closes around me, trapping me deep inside as she comes with a gasp rattling in her throat. Her mouth falls open, her eyes squeezing shut as she’s torn apart by her orgasm. I’m thrusting into my own cum, her tight walls slippery with my seed.

Only when I pull out does she finally relax, sighing in relief. Thinking—wrongly—that it’s over.

“That’s it, princess,” I murmur, stroking her clit hard and slow as she shudders. “Now come undone for me again.”

“Oh god, Jude! No!” Her shuddering body tightens again, and she tries pushing away my hand, but when I strum her intoanother orgasm, she grabs me and pushes me harder against her clit. “Fuck!” The last is a whispered curse, with her face pressed into the daybed, her eyes fluttering but not seeing.

I give her pussy one last stroke. She quivers, grabs my wrists, whispers, “Please, no. I can’t.”

This time I listen.

It’s as if my own climax finally got rid of the worst of the meth roaring through my system, because suddenly I’m floating, untethered, and the edginess and the crazy energy and the unrelentingfocusis dissipating.

Maybe Harper senses the difference in me because she pushes her hair out of her face and peers over at me with heavy-lidded eyes. There’s a beat where we’re still, just staring at each other, perhaps both of us trying to incorporate this sin into our new reality.

Then she puts out a hand, pressing her palm to my chest, and murmurs, “Hold me.”

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