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“Say what’s on your mind, Freckles.” I swept her hair over her shoulder and watched the pulse in her neck flutter.
“I don’t want–”
Cutting her off, I grabbed her neck and tipped her chin back. “I don’t care what you want.”
Harper whimpered and I damn near groaned. If I could bottle that sound I’d never need porn again. When she tried to wriggle away, I clamped legs around her. Her softness pressed up against me felt too good. I couldn’t stop myself from sliding my palm down her side.
I liked how tiny and fragile she felt in my arms. What I didn’t like was the way she was hugging her knees to her chest. It stopped me from sliding my hand around her hip.
“Put your legs down.”
Her plump bottom lip popped out in a pout that I wanted to sink my teeth into. “But…”
“What did I just say?” I dug my fingers into her throat, applying just enough pressure for her to know I meant business. “Do it.”
Her meek little whimper of defeat shot straight into my dick. By the time she started lowering her legs, I was practically salivating. Especially when she tried to pull a fast one and keep her legs together.
I half snorted and half tsked. Did she really think I’d let her get away with that shit? “Don’t play with me, Freckles. You better spread those legs. I want to see my pussy.”
There was that pout again, but she did as she was told and ever so slowly parted her thighs. Too slow, in my opinion. That was remedied with a firm pinch of her nipple. Then I got to see my glory land. A perfect, pink, glistening cunt. Harper did a good job shaving. It was clean, smooth, and soft.
“Good girl,” I breathed in her ear, partly because I knew that shit got her off and partly because I got to watch that perfect pink cunt clench at my words. Even her pussy obeyed me.
“Now, I want you to touch yourself.”
Her wide brown eyes snapped to mine. “What?”
“You heard me. Touch your pussy.” I didn’t like the hesitation that flashed across her expression so I added, “Right fucking now.”
Her hand slapped down, cupping her mound. I waited for her to do something and give me a show, but it didn’t happen. There was no sliding of her fingers over her clit, or shy little swipes. Harper just sat there covering her cunt. Was Harper trying to piss me off?
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“What you told me to,” she whispered back.
“That is not what I told you to do.”
I cocked a brow down at her hand. She didn’t seem to be playing me. If anything, the girl looked confused. That’s when realization hit me.
“Have you never fingered yourself?”
The flush flooding her face was all the answer I needed.
Damn. Don’t get me wrong, I loved that no one else had touched her – there were no other cocks tainting my pussy – but everyone should know how to get themselves off. Luckily for her, I was more than happy to play teacher.
I had to hold back a snicker when I reached down and placed my hand over hers. “Loosen up your grip there, Hercules. It’s a pussy, not the edge of a cliff.”
“I’m scared.” That same glimmer of needing protection flashed through her eyes when she looked up at me.
This time I didn’t quash the ache in my chest. I went with it.
“It won’t hurt, I promise.” I ran my nose up the side of her neck and grazed my lips off the shell of her ear. “You need to trust me.”
But it was more than that. I needed her to trust me. I needed her to give me some sign that the girl I once loved was still alive. That I hadn’t lost her, and there might be a way to come back. I knew it would be a lie, but I didn’t care. For just one second, I wanted to be that little boy again. To remember what it felt like before the betrayals and secrets tainted my soul. I wanted to have one pure moment in this craphole called life.
It felt like forever as I waited for Harper to ease up her grip. I was just about to give up when I felt her hand relax. Not completely, but enough for me to take control. Satisfaction filled my chest as I curled her hand in mine and slid our fingers over her clit.
Her lips parted in a gasp that had me mesmerized. I continued to guide her hand and watched the way her face twisted – tiny little nose all scrunched up while her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip. God she was beautiful. I wanted to sink my teeth into the pink hue tinting her cheeks. I wanted to feel the pleasure making her pert nipples hard. I wanted to watch her come apart.
