Page 44 of Behind the Scenes
“Lenard.”
I let out a chuckle. “Good girl,” I purred. “Now let’s get you an orgasm before moving on to the main event, shall we?”
“You’re cocky,” she said with a huff. “I’m not even close?—”
I slipped my other hand around her front and found her clit with ease.
“Really?” I planted a kiss on her earlobe. “Are you really going to lie to me when I can feel your cunt gripping the life out of my fingers?”
To prove my point, I curled my fingers inside her and put more pressure on her clit.
“I’m going to have so much fun with you tonight,” I whispered in her ear. “Tie you up. Give you orgasm after orgasm until you’re begging me to stop. You’ll pass out from the pleasure only to be woken up by my tongue in your cunt.”
“Let me guess, you want to mark me as yours?”
Even while she was about to lose herself to me, she still had the nerve to talk back.
The image she painted was sinful. My marks on her body. Maybe even my name carved into her skin.
I wanted to write it in her blood. Taste it as it mixed with her cum.
“Only if you beg.”
She was preparing a response, but the orgasm came before her lips could force the words out. Her body tensed, a long, drawn-out moan escaped her, and wetness coated my hands as her cunt fluttered around me.
“Perfect,” I cooed. “Such a beautiful, well-behaved girl you are, my love. Now get on the bed. I’m not done with you.”
I expected her to fight, but instead she merely pushed away from the wall. She kicked her pants off before sauntering to the bed, all while looking at me over her shoulder. Teasing me. She slowly got on her knees on the bed and bent forward, inviting me. The room was dark, but the light from outside gave me the perfect view of her naked body.
She’s breathtaking.
Even more so when she turned over and opened her legs wide for me.
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Pleasure coiled in my body.
My body was awake and writhing before my mind could catch up. It started in my core, flames licking up my body until I was finally able to pry my sleep-heavy lids open.
Hands were on my thighs, keeping them spread. The feeling of fingers pumping in and out of me combined with the hard sucking on my clit was enough to cause my head to spin.
I couldn’t keep the moans in. My body was beat. All I could do was sleepily open my legs further for her so the first wave of the orgasm could move through my body.
Its intensity had waned from earlier in the night, but maybe that was only because of how many she had pulled from me. My body welcomed her even if my mind wasn’t quite on the same page.
She was nothing like all the other people I had been with.
With them, I always had to fight for my orgasm, force it to the surface.
But Harley… She just brought them out of me. One after the other. Relentlessly.
I brought my hand down to her hair, tangling it in it as she fucked me throughmy orgasm.
I couldn’t make out much in the dark save for the sparkling sea lights outside the window. I could have sworn we had a balcony with a pool, but I had been too far gone to pay it any mind. I didn’t know what time it was.
How many times did she wake me up like this?How many times did she pull orgasms from me even when I was half awake?
