Page 58 of Wish I Didn't Want You Back

“Harlow…” I began, but she covered my mouth with her hand.

“Please, Brooks. I know what I’m doing. I know what I want, and it’s you. It’s always been you.”

Without waiting another second, Harlow pulled my zipper down and reached inside. I hissed in a breath, nearly jumped out of my seat when her delicate fingers wrapped around me. She gave my length a good tug before circling her thumb along my head.

The woman knew what she was doing. She knew the type of control she had over me. Every little brush of her fingers was setting me off. I dropped my head back and shut my eyes. The feeling was too much.

Harlow tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and pulled me out all the way. Her hand squeezed hard, and the cutest little smirk I’d ever seen broke out across her face. I was tempted to kiss it off her, but when she tugged me harder, I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed down.

She laughed. The vibration wasn’t helping. “Relax and let me make you feel good.”

“You know I don’t like being told what to do.”

“You can boss me around when we get home.”

You can boss me around when we get home.

I liked the sound of that. Not just the bossing around, but the word “home” coming from her lips.

When Harlow’s lips licked their way up and down my shaft, I’d never been more thankful for living in the middle of nowhere before in my life.

“Fuck.” I hissed in a breath when I hit the back of her throat.I lifted my hips while she worked her mouth and hands over my cock. My balls felt heavy when she took me deeper.

I gripped the steering wheel when she started making little noises. She was sexy as hell. Whatever restraint I had earlier was gone. I never stood a damn chance against her. “You’re better at this than I remember.”

Harlow didn’t respond; she just kept sucking and tugging on my shaft like she had all the time in the world.

My hips jerked forward. “I’m not going to last.”

She released me with a pop and stared up at me. “That’s fine, as long as you save some for later.”

Then she went back and swallowed me even deeper. Watching her head bob up and down and trying to keep my orgasm from spilling out of me was a losing battle.

Harlow moaned as her eager mouth continued to suck me into the back of her throat, like she was savoring every single taste.

The woman had some type of magical tongue. She was making me see stars when there wasn’t one in the sky.

I gripped the back of her hair, forcing her gaze on mine. “I’m going to make a mess.”

Her lips curled into a smile. “I don’t care.”

She leaned forward and swept her tongue along my tip. I couldn’t believe this was happening. We weren’t just crossing a line, we were bulldozing right through it. I felt myself thickening in her palm. Her mouth was wet and perfect. I should have been worried about what would happen next, but my only thought was about how good this felt. We had been dancing around eachother since she came back into town. She wasn’t a random girl I was bringing home for a hookup. This was Harlow.

“Stop fighting this and give me what I want,” she pleaded, swallowing me deeper.

I couldn’t think. She felt too good.

I sensed myself veering toward the cliff.

“What do you want?” I panted out between breaths. This wasn’t supposed to happen, but now that the switch had been flipped, I didn’t want to turn it off.

“I want you to come down my throat.”

My head fell back, and my eyelids fluttered closed. This wasn’t solely about need. It was about all the years we lost and that fire that still burned between us.

My balls drew up, and I came hard. Harder than I’d come in a long time.

“Harlow,” I managed to say as she continued to swallow every last drop. “That feels so good, baby.”

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