Page 81 of True North

Always has.

Always will.

I reach her inner thigh, and she whimpers. “This here is my favorite damn place, darlin’. The ways I have fucked this sweet pussy in my dreams. Eatin’ it whole until you come all over my face, legs wrapped around me. Is that what you want, Lou? You want me to make you come so fuckin’ hard, make you fall apart?”

She snaps up off the seat, hands gripping my face, mouth claiming me. She opens, and I dive in, a tangle of tongues and teeth. Gripping her hips hard, I drag her toward me. Breaking the kiss, I kneel on the running board beneath the door opening.

“Mine, Louisa May. Not Brad’s. Not some guy in Cali’s. This was, is, and always will be mine,” I growl. “Play with those pretty fuckin’ tits for me, Lou. Roll ’em through your fingers, tug on them. Now.”

Her hands tremble as she arches off the seat to release her bra. Her perfect goddamn breasts have my throat closin’ over. I snap my gaze from them and run my thumb over her clit. It’s the slightest touch. Cruel, when she is dying for me like this.

Her hands still, now only lightly holding the soft flesh of her lush, round tits.

“Play, Louisa. You don’t get touched until you do,” I rasp.

I want to watch her. I want her hot center wrapped around my digits, her pussy on my tongue, while I suckle her throbbing sweet bundle of nerves between my lips. I want her to know I am the only man on this earth who can do this to her.

Make her know pleasure so fuckin’ good.

Make her come this fuckin’ hard.

I will be the last man to ever claim this pretty little cunt.

I growl, and she bucks her hips toward me.

“You can do better than that,” I growl.

She rolls one nipple between two fingers. Her breathing shatters. With the small mewl that slips past her lips, I almost lose my load to my boxers.

That’s my girl.

“More,” I snap.

“O-okay...”

Now both hands tug, squeeze at her soft flesh and tease her nipples. The cries that follow are something I’ll store away for the rest of my life. Fuck me, this woman is stunning.

Devastation to a tee.

I send a flurry of kisses over the inside of one thigh, pushing it back further, widening her legs as much as I can. My rough palms hold her knees apart as I grace the other thigh with another cluster of kisses. This time I bite down close to her pussy. Her wetness brushes over my stubbled jaw.

“I can—I can’t breathe... Harry.”

Fu-uckk.

I glance up to make sure she is, in fact, breathing. Her chest snaps up and down so rapidly I’m sure each of those useless breaths burns. “More, darlin’?”

“P-ple-ase. Please.”

I’m taking my sweet fuckin’ time. Making her wait. Making each time I touch her mean something. I’d be lyin’ if I said a little of it wasn’t outta spite for the ten years this woman made me wait. But who am I tryin’ to fool? I woulda waited another five decades for the chance to do this.

I sweep her clit with my thumb, watching as even the smallest touch I make sends her reeling.

I want more.

Like the addict I am, I crave her—that’s never been any different. I run a hand from her knee to one velvet pussy lip, teasing the wet entrance with slow up and down strokes. She wriggles her hips, chasing the touch.

“You desperate for this?”

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