Page 82 of Relapse
“No!” Harper cried out when I clamped down on the back of her neck and pressed her face into the bed. “Stop Mason, I don’t want to do this.”
Stop.There was something about that word that got me hard. Especially when it came from her.
“I could give a fuck what you want.”
The crack from my hand landing on her ass was so enticing that I did it again. This time pausing to give that firm globe a squeeze. Harper winced and stilled, but not completely. Thank fuck. Now that’d I’d seen this side of her, I was over the possum bullshit.
Though I did appreciate the fact that she’d calmed enough for me to enjoy the white fabric covering her ass. They were pretty standard, with just a touch of frill on the seams. But to me those panties were the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
I smoothed my hand over her left cheek and groaned, “Did you do what I asked?”
The flush crawling down across her cheek was all the answer I needed. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry.
Keeping my grip on her neck, I flipped Harper over and shoved my other hand down her panties. She tried to keep me out by clamping her legs together and tugging on my arm, but I was a determined motherfucker.
I forced my way between her thighs and slid a finger through her silky folds. Her wetness coated my skin, making me groan. She was fucking soaked, and so wound up that her entire body twitched when I flicked her clit.
“You like that, Freckles?” I asked while doing it again.
Harper answered me by slapping her hands over her face and shaking her head. I felt the smirk spread across my face. That was the response I was waiting for.
“Did you just lie to me again?” Spearing my fingers in her hair, I lifted her upper body off the bed, bringing her face to my groin. “You know what to do.”
When I told her that she’d get another mouthful of come the next time she lied to me, I wasn’t kidding. That didn’t mean she’d listen. Harper jerked back, trying to twist out of my grasp. One firm pinch of her clit stopped that shit cold.
She flew forward and pressed her face against my groin while crying out, “Please stop.”
I watched tears drip down her cheeks as her legs kicked from the pain and considered telling her to go fuck herself. But that would accomplish nothing. Besides, why would I want her to fuck herself when I’d do a much better job.
“I’ll stop when you start.” I tipped a brow down at her pleading gaze. “Make me wait too long and I might decide to use my teeth instead.”
That got her going. Harper’s fingers shot up and began unbuckling my belt. I eased up on my pinch just a bit. Not enough to stop the pain, but enough that she could concentrate on what she was doing. It seemed to take forever for her to open my jeans. I felt every tick, tick, tick of the zipper sliding open in my dick.
When it finally sprang free, I didn’t waste any time. I tugged on Harper’s hair, sliding her hot mouth down my shaft. Fuck that felt good. If struck down right now, I’d die a happy man. But not before I was done.
I tightened my grip, controlling the mouth swallowing my cock while I slid my finger through Harper’s tempting pussy. It didn’t take much to pull a moan out of her. A few flicks and swirls had her ecstasy vibrating through my shaft.
“Fuck me,” I grunted when the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat and she gagged. “You’re such a good little cock slut.”
Harper whimpered and I couldn’t help but notice the gush of moisture washing over my hand. Did Freckles have a praise kink? This was gonna be fun.
I stroked the back of her head and purred down at her. “You like that, good girl?”
She wriggled her hips and tried to shy away from my touch. She wasn’t going anywhere. I pressed the tip of my finger in her opening and shoved her head down, forcing her to take more of my length. Harper choked and sputtered, but I held her there, enjoying the way her throat pulsed around me while her pussy fluttered.
Her orgasm was almost there. A few more flicks, then I could watch her fly over the edge. At least that was my plan, but when I pressed down on her clit, Harper jumped back.
“Stop,” she shook her head. “Something’s wrong.”
Aw, isn’t that cute. Poor little thing was afraid of her own orgasm.
“Did I tell you to stop sucking my dick?” I grabbed the top of her head and growled, “Get your fucking mouth back on there.”
She did it, reluctantly mind you, but Harper obeyed and sucked me back into her mouth. Not like I’d have given her a choice. If I had to hold her mouth open again I would. Right now though, I was more interested in holding another part of her still.
Folding over Harper’s small body, I clamped my hand down on her hip and continued working her clit. Let me just say, seeing her cry didn’t have shit on watching her come. Her body seized, bowing her back as she called out my name.
“Fuck,” I growled and flipped her onto her back to bury my face between her thighs.
