Page 24 of His Secret Toy
She’s in my fucking bloodstream.
Her body’s covered in marks I gave her—neck, hips, thighs. She touches them when she thinks I’m not looking, like reminders and proof.
Harper’s red thong is on the floor.
I pick it up and bring it to my nose without thinking.
I don’t know what kind of backward desire makes the scent of pussy more addictive than any drug I’ve touched, but hers hits different. It hits low and hard. I breathe it in again, slow, right before I turn back to her.
She shifts a little and a sleepy moan leaves her mouth.
I lean down and kiss her shoulder. Then her spine.
She stirs.
I give her another kiss, lower this time.
Her hips lift instinctively.
I move between her legs and drag my mouth along the inside of her thigh. She hums through a smile, not quite awake, but aware.
“Good morning,” I murmur.
She stretches under me. Her hand reaches back and finds my arm.
“Again?”
“Yes.”
I slowly and carefully guide myself into her. She’s soft from sleep and still wet enough that I don’t have to push.
She lets out a quiet sound. Not a moan—something softer. Something grateful.
I thrust slowly, steadily and deep just like she likes it. Her body opens for me like it knows I’m the only one who’s ever been inside.
I lean in and give her a full-mouthed kiss. She moans as soon as my tongue pushes in to take hers. I tug her lip between my teeth, let it stretch until she gasps, then kiss her again before she can think.
She bucks under me like she’s starving, as though I haven’t fucked her uncountable times over the late hours.
I love how her body and soul evidently yearn for me.
“No more lessons,” I whisper near her ear.
She breathes harder and holds onto the pillow with both hands.
“You’ve learned everything I wanted.”
She turns her head to look at me. “You know I want more anyway.”
She moves her hips under me, urging me to keep going. Her body clenches with every stroke.
I push deeper, reveling in how I make her breath catch.
“You’re going to take it slow,” I say. “All of it.”
She nods, and her fingers curl tighter into the pillowcase.
I reach for her hand and pull it back to me, pressing her palm flat to my chest.
