Page 12 of Tamed By You

He leans back, his eyes staring into mine, my chest heaving. I try to control it, but my body is showing all the signs that I want him. I may as well have ‘fuck me, Harry’ stamped across my forehead in neon letters.

“One more night,” I say, surprising myself. “And we never speak of it again.” I raise my pinky finger too and he hooks his with mine.

“One more night and we never speak of it again.”

Chapter Six

Harry

One night, one more night is all I need to fuck Alice Hart out of my system. Words I’ve told myself on repeat since we hooked up the first time. She has been a constant in my head ever since we had sex at Chris and Nancy’s wedding. The image of her bouncing on my cock, the way she begged me to fuck her harder hasn’t left my memory.

With the move to London, I knew I needed to have another taste of her, just one last time. By the time I come back, she will be a distant memory and we’ll go back to hating each other.

Once the engagement party ended tonight, we left separately and agreed to meet at the closest hotel we could find. I booked the best room they had and now we are in the elevator, heading up to it. We’ve barely spoken a word. The tension between us issuffocating. Ali’s been scrolling on her phone or digging around in her purse. Anything to avoid speaking to me.

We reach our floor and I scan the key card on the door. Like the gentleman I am, I let her enter the room first.

It’s a large room with a king bed, dark green walls, black side tables and the gold lamps on either side of the bed give the place a soft glow. I drop the keycard on the long dresser opposite the bed. I don’t notice much else because my gaze is fixed on her.

I stalk towards her, cupping her face as I press my lips to hers, kissing her with urgency. We aren’t here to talk. We are here to fuck whatever this is out of our systems and finally move on.

I break the kiss, chest heaving, and start unbuttoning my shirt at an embarrassingly fast pace. I’m going to make every minute count.

“Dress off,” I demand.

“Such a gentleman. You’re not even going to offer me a drink, huh?” she says, removing the thin straps of her pink dress off her shoulders and tugging it down until it hits the floor, and she steps out of it and kicks off her heels. She's wearing a matching lace bra and pantie set, the same hot pink as her dress, and it makes her golden skin glow.

My dick is hardening at the sight of her. Jesus, she's the hottest woman I’ve ever seen.

I scan her body, taking in the curve of her hips, her toned waist, and her perfectly perky breasts I am yet to see.

“Bra off,” I instruct while removing my belt and taking off my pants.

“Nope, it stays on.”

“What, why?”

“You don't get to ask why, I said no its no.” Her tone is defiant.

“Fine, but those sexy little things need to come off,” I say, pointing at the lace panties.

“Why don't you take them off for me?” she challenges. I take a step towards her with only my black boxer briefs on and pull her towards me. Wrapping my arms around her tiny waist, I reach for the hem of the panties. Taking it in my hands, I rip the edge and pull the scraps of material away from her body.

“Hey, you’re gonna pay for those.” She playfully shoves at my chest, and I lift her. She squeals, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I place her on the dresser. My hand glides up over her chest until I’m gently squeezing her neck, pulling her towards me. I push my tongue through her soft lips, and she opens her mouth, inviting me in. She tastes of mint and a hint of vodka and it's intoxicating. She lets out a little moan, and it signals my dick to grow harder, if that’s even possible. I break the kiss, stepping back and looking at her, biting down on my lower lip. I need her. Now.

“Knees up, baby. Let me taste you.”

I wonder if she will refuse, but she doesn't. She lifts her legs, resting her heels on the edge of the dresser, opening her legs enticingly. It’s just enough for me to see her perfect pussy, a hint of her arousal coating her swollen lips.

I let out a little groan as I eat up the sight of her. “Perfect.” I sink to my knees where I look up at her and she meets my gaze, her eyes full of want.

I lightly blow on her pussy.

“Fuck,” she pants.

I move closer, licking her entrance and slowly working my way up to her clit, circling it with my tongue before sucking hard, earning a short gasp from her.

“Oh, god… more… do that again,” she pleads. I repeat the movement until she's reaching for the back of my head and pushing my mouth firmer against her swollen bud, grinding against my face.

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