Harlow’s grip clamps down firmly in my hair as her body shakes. “Oh god, please.”
I continue to devour her warm, wet center, the soft material of her panties teasing my cheek. I’m going to be dreaming of the taste and smell of her for days after she’s gone.Lick. Suck.
“Harrison,” she whimpers into the air above me as her body convulses against my mouth.
This woman is perfection. Utter perfection.
I stand to my full height and take her in. Her eyes are glassy, her skin flushed. Bending slightly, I place my mouth on the shell of her ear. “I can’t wait to bury my cock in that sweet heat. Feel you coming all over me.”
Taking a step back, I motion for her to follow me to the bed. “I might need some help.”
“With what?”
“I’m a little too aroused. I’m afraid if you don’t help me out of my clothes, there are going to be buttons flying all over this room in a minute.”
She giggles as she comes closer, reaching for my shirt. This may have been a mistake, because she’s taking her time with each button, biting down on that plump lower lip. My erection is straining against my pants, my balls aching from the pressure that’s built up since the restaurant.
“Fuck it,” I say, grabbing one side of my shirt and pulling it hard enough for the remaining buttons to ting against the various surfaces they strike.
“In a hurry?” she mocks.
“Yes. As a matter of fact, I am. My balls are literally the size of Texas right now.”
Harlow laughs, dropping to her knees as she glides the metal teeth of my zipper down with the same annoyingly slow pace as the buttons of my shirt.
My head falls back. “You are killing me, woman.”
I feel her hand cup my dick before gliding between my legs, stroking my balls. When I look back down at her, she trails her tongue over her lower lip before flicking her eyes back up to mine. This little tease knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“You keep doing that, and I’m never going to make it inside you.”
This has her hastening her steps. She grabs a hold of my pants and boxer briefs and pulls them down until my heavy cock springs free, and she freezes.
“You like?”
Her eyes dart back up to mine, her expression hard to read. “Harrison. You’re… you’re…”
“Yes?”
She opens her mouth to answer me, but instead swirls her pretty pink tongue around my crown, causing me to hiss. “Mouthwatering.”
I’ve never been prouder of my DNA. “Baby, I’m not kidding. You need to stop or I’m going to come all over your pretty face.”
She quirks a brow at me, as if questioning why I wouldn’t want that.
“We’ll try that some other time. I need to be inside you, Harlow. Now.” I step away from her long enough to kick off my shoes and slide my pants the rest of the way down my legs. “On the edge of the bed, beautiful. Strip that pretty dress off and let me see you.”
She does as she’s told and the sight of her in matching bra and panties is almost as powerful as her talented tongue.
“Let me see your pretty tits, baby.” I wrap my free hand around the base of my cock, needing to ebb the ache throbbing there as her generous breasts bounce free. As if the sight of her in nothing but her drenched flesh-colored panties wasn’t enough, she dips her hand into them and arches her back. “You little tease. You’re going to get it so good.”
Stepping over to my bedside table, I open the drawer and pray I have condoms. I can’t even remember the last time I looked in here. “You might have to help me. I need a condom.”
“You might need two,” she mutters flatly. She could be right. I doubt once will be enough.
Handing her the foil packet, I watch as she eagerly tears it and places it on the head of my dick. I’m so fucking turned on I might come from this alone. Once she’s completed her task, Harlow stands from the edge of the bed to remove her panties. I’d love to take them off for her, slowly and deliberately, with my teeth. But I’m not sure I’d make it through that without tempting fate and shooting my load into this condom.
As I go to climb onto the bed, I glance down at the cast and growl. I’ll never get close enough to her with this damn thing in the way.