Page 118 of Tangled Desires

“Lie back,” I command softly, and he does, so fast I can’t help but laugh. “Good boy.”

I reach for his briefs, slowly sliding them off, revealing his cock, engorged and flushed to a deep, purplish hue. Those two silver barbells catch the light, and I swear I feel myself get wetter just looking at him. He’s panting, his rippling muscles taut as he watches me crawl over him. My gaze drifts down his chest, over the hair trailing down that perfect V. My body tightens, heat pooling low in my belly.

“God,” I murmur, unable to stop myself. “You say you’ll never tire of the sight of me, but the truth is… I’ll never get over this. You. Just lying there, ready for me.”

He groans, his head tipping back, eyes squeezing shut. “Sugar, you’re gonna kill me.”

“Not yet,” I whisper, dragging my nails down his chest, my lips curving wickedly. “But soon.” Harrison’s body tenses beneath me, every muscle coiled tight as I drag my nails down his thighs. The rough hair tickles my fingers, and I smirk, leaning down to press my lips to the base of his cock. He jerks, his hip bucking up instinctively while he groans loudly.

I glance up at him, loving the way his head tips back, veins straining in his neck. “Keep still,” I murmur, my tongue darting out to trace the thick vein along his shaft. His cock twitches and the sight makes my pulse hammer. God, I love the feeling of him. The taste. The way he’s all man—hair, muscle, and raw, unfiltered want.

I wrap my lips around his head, sucking hard before taking him deeper, fast and wet, just how I know he likes it. Harrison growls, his fists clenching in the sheets. “Fuck, Immy,” he mutters, bucking his hips as I hollow my cheeks and suck him harder.

I release him with a pop, grinning at his frustration. “Don’t you dare come,” I warn. “That’s for me.”

He curses loudly, his chest heaving. “You’re killing me. I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that.”

“You’ll just have to try harder,” I reply sweetly, dipping lower to tease his balls with my tongue. His hips jerk again, and I rake my nails over his thighs again.

“You little minx,” he growls. “Get your ass over here so I can pump you full of my cum.” His words send a shiver through me, my resolve faltering. I whimper, unable to stop myself, the heat pooling low in my belly threatening to spill over.

“Okay, fine,” I say, sitting up abruptly, my restraint snapping. Harrison doesn’t waste a second. He grabs me, pulling me on top of him with a strength that steals my breath. I line myself up, my body already ready and dripping for him, and sink down in one smooth motion.

We both groan, my body molding to his like we were made for this. They were.

I ride him hard, our breaths frantic, bodies slick with sweat. This isn’t lovemaking—it’s raw, unadulterated lust. His hands grip my hips, guiding me as I grind down, chasing the fire building in my core.

One hand slides to my stomach, pressing gently against the softer skin I carry there since having Joseph. My movements falter, just for a moment.

“I can’t believe there’s another baby in here. Our baby.”

My breath catches as I meet his rhythm. “I know.”

“Fuck, I love you.” His voice is thick with need.

“I love you, too,” I whisper back, rolling my hips harder. “I’m so close.” A deep groan rumbles from his chest, his grip tightening.

“Don’t say that, sugar, or I’ll come right now.”

Before I can respond, he grabs my waist, flipping me onto my back, but he doesn’t stop. In a fluid motion, he turns me again, positioning me on my stomach. I arch my back, gripping the sheets, bracing as he pushes into me. The stretch, the fullness—I’ll never get over the way he fills me. He slaps my ass, once,twice, and it sends me over the edge, pleasure exploding as I cry out, “Fuck, Harrison, I’m coming!”

He groans followed by a string of curses tumbling from his lips. His thrusts grow erratic, desperate, and suddenly, I feel the warmth of him spilling into me, his release chasing my own. Before I can catch my breath, he bends over my back, his chest pressing against me as he turns my head to meet his lips. The kiss is searing, leaving me trembling beneath him.

When we finally collapse together, breaths ragged and hearts pounding, he doesn’t move away. Not giving a damn about the mess, he lies down behind me, pulling me into his arms, spooning me close.

“Sometimes, I feel like I don’t deserve you,” he murmurs softly. I almost don’t catch it, and my heart plummets. I twist beneath him, reaching for his face, cupping his jaw in my hands, forcing him to meet my eyes.

“Don’t you ever say that again, Harrison Price. You are my everything. You’ve seen me at my worst, carried me through it, and loved me harder than anyone ever has. You deserve every piece of me—and more. Do you hear me?”

He nods, silently.

“No,” I insist. “I want words.”

His lips crash into mine, fierce and unyielding, stealing my breath. “Yes,” he whispers against my mouth. “Yes, my wife. My love. My sugar. My fucking woman. Always.”

“Always,” I echo, tears blurring my vision as his forehead rests against mine, the weight of his words grounding us in a love too big for either of us to measure.

Xavier texted us, summoning everyone to their place.

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