Page 46 of Behind the Scenes
I cut her off with a cry.Fuck.I hadn’t even had the chance to get her off before I was coming on her hands again.
How does she do this?
I pumped my fingers in and out of her, desperate to get her there before the last wave of my orgasm left me. I didn’t want her to be able to play me so easily. It was almost embarrassing how easily I became putty in her hands.
“Just like that, my love,” she groaned, her hips bucking against my hand. She kept slowly circling my clit as she praised me. Her control was electrifying. “You’re doing so good. Making me feel so good. Just a little more and?—”
I bit her skin again just as her orgasm took over. She shuddered against me, taking deep breaths to collect herself.
I was going to gloat, but then I was pushed onto my stomach and my ass was in the air, my cunt open and ready for her mouth again.
By the time I woke up, I couldn’t tell the time of day.
The light streamed in from the windows and warmed the bed. It could have been seven a.m. or five p.m. I had no clue. All I knew was that it was impossible to leave.
The comforter had been thrown to the ground during the night, leaving me in nothing but a thin sheet that pooled at my waist. Each breath had me falling back into a light sleep only to be woken up a few minutes later by the sun on my face.
Or at least it felt like a few minutes.
My mind wasn’t connected to my body. Memories of the night before replayed in my mind over and over again. I couldstill feel her tongue between my legs and her fingers deep inside me.
Andfuck,the praises she’d whispered to me were permanently branded into me.
They were so simple, yet they had my body reacting in ways it never had before.
I turned over in bed, wrapping the sheet around me.
So warm. This bed is too comfy to leave.
It sucked my abused body in with every shift. Held me like a cloud. And it smelled just like Harley. She wore a singular cologne the entire time I had known her, and it felt like it was just soaked into the bed. Along with the scent of her cum.
My eyes snapped open, and I jerked upward.
No. What have I done?
Harley.
I let a serial killer fuck me into oblivion. I let agoddamn serial killerbed me. Not only bed me; I was positive I begged her not to stop sometime during the night when I was on the verge of an orgasm so powerful it had tears slipping from my eyes.
I got too excited. Too involved. The curiosity of getting to know that mind of hers combined with the electricity that ran through me every time she was near, took over all rational thought.
My eyes searched the room, roaming over all the places I hadn’t had a chance to see last night while I was horny and practically jumping Harley’s bones.
It was large, with a bed in the middle, a small kitchen, and a couch, and I hadn’t been wrong—there was a patio with a pool overlooking the ocean. The view alone would have been enough to take my breath away if I wasn’t freaking out about my current situation.
And still I found myself searching for any remnants ofher.
The room itself was bathed in whites and blues and fit the ocean scenery outside. But there was nothing else to prove Harley had even been there, save for the suitcase next to mine at the far end of the room.
She had come and gone like a ghost in the night.
A ghost with wicked fucking tongue skills.
When there was no sight of her, my mind seemed to relax.
I was sore. My limbs felt like they didn’t want to work. My mind was fuzzy. All I wanted was to lie back in bed and forget about the world. There was a small ache in my head that I attributed to the lack of sleep the night before.
Not to mention how swollen my pussy felt from the absolute beating it had taken.
