Page 42 of Hard Hat Hottie

“Oh, my god. What are you doing? Stop, you maniac!” Harlow yells.

“I need it off!”

“What? Why? What’s wrong with you?”

Trying to cup her face, my free hand on one side, the other trapped within the cast on the other, I implore her. “Baby, I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. I need to be able to touch you.”

Her face morphs from horror to adoration as she skims her fingertips over my jaw. “Shhh. Harrison, I’ll take care of it. Leave the cast be.” She places tender kisses on the pads of the fingers, trapped within the fiberglass.

Dropping my forehead to hers, I gently roll it from side to side. I’ve got to get myself under control. I’ve never wanted anyone or anything like this in my life. It’s making me come unglued.

Suddenly, Harlow bites down on her lower lip, pulls her flowy skirt up to her waist and flashes me with her flesh-colored panties. There are layers of mesh and silk. I’m about to come in my pants just looking at her. She lowers her dress and looks up at me tenderly. “They’re all for you, baby.”

Fucking hell.

“I need to get you in the house before I pull your panties down right here on this deck and fuck you until you can’t sit.”

“That sure of your skills, huh?” she teases.

“No, that sure your ass will be full of splinters by the time I’m done with you.”

She bursts out laughing, and I bury my face in her neck.

“I’d carry you in there, but I’m trying to conserve energy.” I chuckle.

“Lead the way, handsome.” She grabs my hand, and I pull her up the deck stairs to the sliding glass door. Her eyes remain wide as we walk through the den to the hallway that splits off to my master bedroom.

Locking the door and setting the alarm, I stand a little taller, watching her take in my place in rapt fascination. Her head turns every few steps to drink in a little more. It’s more impressive if the lights are on, but there’s enough of a glow from the moon through the glass doors to illuminate the space. I designed this home years ago. It was my first big purchase after Hightower Construction started making a decent profit. I was thrilled to be able to build it on waterfront property, knowing how much Mom would enjoy it. There are several guest rooms on the second floor, but Mom and I are down here on the main level where I can ensure she’s safe.

We reach my bedroom, and I pull her in behind me, flicking on the lights as I close and lock the door. I waste no time dropping to my knees. “I need to see those panties again, Harlow.” Hell, I’m practically drooling.

She slowly lifts her skirt. She’s toying with me, and we both know it. That’s okay. I’ll make her pay for teasing me. As the hem reaches her navel, I dive in.

I take a deep inhale and groan before running my nose over her soaked panties.

“Oh, god,” she moans.

I lick the thin, damp silk separating her pussy from my lips, taunting her as she writhes against me. Her body’s begging formore. I’m going to be dreaming of this fucking moment for the rest of my life.

“Take them off,” she begs.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. I’ll take them off when I’m good and ready.”

She groans impatiently.

“You know these are mine now.”

“You can have them,” she pants. “Take them.”

“So bossy.”Lick. “You’d think you wanted me to…”Lick. “Bury my tongue in your…”Lick.

“Oh, please.” Harlow wriggles, trying to get her wet, hungry pussy close enough to my mouth to give her the friction she’s yearning for.

Reaching up, I carefully pull her panties to the side to reveal her pink, swollen flesh and moan into her as I place my mouth over her clit. I’ve never tasted anything sweeter.

Her hands dig into my scalp as her hips buck against me.

“You’re so wet, baby. Is all of this for me?” I don’t let her answer before sliding a finger inside her and giving her clit repeated flicks of my tongue. The delicious sounds she’s making are euphoric, urging me on. I remove my finger, covered in her arousal, and run circles over her sensitive bundle of nerves as I tease her opening with my tongue. I can’t spread her wide enough to push my tongue into her with only one hand. If only she’d let me break this damn cast off.

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