Page 99 of Hard Hat Hottie

Placing me down onto my feet, we hurriedly undress the other. We’re a tangled web of limbs, frantic and clumsy. I manage to slide his suit pants down his legs, only to get trapped by his shoes and socks. Yet nothing is slowing this train.

Grabbing hold of his boxers, I pull them down until his magnificent cock springs free. Dropping to my knees, I take hold of him and slide him to the back of my throat as unintelligible sounds rain down on me. Knowing I’m having this effect on him is powerful. I’m wet and aching for him, yet I couldn’t wait another second.

Boy, this going slow thing is a piece of cake.

“I need you out of that dress.”

Letting go of him with a pop, I stand to shimmy the dress down over my hips when a groan falls from his lips.

“Jesus, Harlow.” I watch as he gives his heavy shaft a stroke, his eyes trained on my barely there bright red lace panties. “On the bed, baby.” He kicks off his shoes and quickly removes the rest of his clothes before spreading my legs wide.

Dragging his nose through the wet lace, he takes an over-exaggerated inhale before placing open mouthed kisses to my overheated center. My head falls back at the sensation of his warm, thick tongue through the thin fabric.Gah. I love this man and his panty fetish.“These are wicked,” he moans. Pullingthem to one side, he uses the skilled fingers of both hands to spread me wide and devours me with his talented tongue. Moving his fingers to my clit, Harrison rubs circles over my heated flesh as he continues to feast on me. Jeez, this man drove me wild one-handed, now that there are two, I’m not sure I’ll last another minute.

“Please. I need you. Don’t make me wait.”

He climbs above me, his mouth swollen and shining from my arousal. “I thought we needed to take this slow.” A menacing smirk appears, and I decide to call his bluff.

“You’re right.” I place my hands on his chest, pretending to push him off of me. “We should probably wait until you get back?—”

“Baby, please. I was only joking.” His face is priceless.

“Then get a condom already.”

“I love it when you get all sweet on me, Harlow.” He chuckles, dropping a kiss on my head before reaching for his nightstand drawer. Making quick work of sheathing himself—now that he has two hands—he climbs over me and lifts my legs over his shoulders. “I hope you’re okay sleeping in tomorrow.”

Impatiently waiting for him to impale me, I sway my body against his in invitation. “What are you going on about when we could be moving on to the hot, banging portion of this evening?” I groan.

“I’ve missed this sweet pussy, Harlow. I can’t control myself. This is going to be hard and fast. But I plan to spend the rest of the night making up for lost time.”

Lifting my palms to his chest, I decide to be serious for a moment. “Harrison, I’m not sure I want to completely get my fill of you tonight. I need this to keep burning hot between us. The last time we woke up sated, well…”

“Baby, I’ll never get enough of you. Physically or otherwise. I’m sorry if you ever doubted that. We’re going to communicatebetter. I promise. You mean everything to me. I never want you to question that again.”

I blink rapidly, trying not to cry. That was exactly what I needed to hear.

Looking into my eyes, he slowly pushes inside me. The moment more tender than I’d expected given our frantic start. Once he’s fully seated, he stills, letting me relax around him. Harrison reaches up, pushing my hair out of my face before kissing me. Slow and sweet at first, then as his tongue dips inside, he lifts up on his forearms and begins to drag his heavy cock in and out of me. His kisses in time with his delicious strokes.

This isn’t the hot fucking I’d expected. It’s so much more. His pace quickens as he continues to kiss my mouth and throat. Moving closer, his mouth by the shell of my ear, he drives in, harder and faster. “I love you. God, I… I’m so in love with you.”

Drowning in a sea of bliss, I dig my nails into his granite backside as he pushes me closer and closer to the abyss.

“Fuck,” he groans as the bed starts to pound against the wall. “I’m going to spend the rest of my days worshipping you. Your heart. And this perfect body, made just for me.” His pace is relentless now.

“Oh god.”

“That’s it. Come for me.”

“Harri–Oh… I love you,” I cry out as I fall over the edge. His release is in tandem with mine. Digging my nails in a little deeper, if only to prove this moment is real, I hold on for dear life as I’m swept away by our lovemaking. As stars dance against my lids, I sense my cheeks getting wet. Opening my eyes, I realize it’s not just me that’s overcome with emotion.

“I love you. I’ll never take you for granted, baby. Never.” As he buries his face in my hair, I can hear the chorus of that songplaying so clearly. It’s as if Charlene has piped it into the walls of this house.

Dance! I hope you dance.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

HARLOW

“Hey, Harlow. I’m so glad you’re working today. I was afraid I’d miss you,” Sadie says as she runs to the shuttle stop to join me. “Between your schedule and mine, it’s been tough to find a free moment to catch up lately.”

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