Page 72 of My Favorite Secret
I flick the Zippo open. She gasps, flinching at the sharpclinkof metal. A moment later, she smiles.
“Keep still, Princess.” I hover the flame between her breasts, close to her skin. “You feel that?”
“Yes.” Her voice is breathy, laced with arousal and nerves.
The muscles in her stomach twitch as I move the flame down her body. Her breathing turns into shallow panting. Her sweaty skin glistens in the firelight.
She’s beautiful. Vulnerable. All mine right now.
I trace the flame lower, just above the delicate skin of her inner thigh. She whimpers, squirming beneath me, caught between her instinct to pull away from the heat and the desire to press closer, chasing danger.
“You’re doing so well, letting me have my way with you.”
Harper lets me spread her legs. “Please,” she begs, though she seems unsure if she’s pleading for me to stop or continue.
“Are you having fun, Princess?”
“Yes. Tyler… What are you doing to me?”
I hover the flame over her pussy. Her fists clench at her sides as she battles to stay still.
“So responsive. So perfect.” With my free hand, I spread her legs wider. I push the Zippo a little closer to her clit.
Harper cries out. For a split-second, I’m afraid the flame has made contact, and instantly snap the Zippo shut. But when I see her muscles clenching, her thighs trembling, her back arching off the ground, I realize she’s having an orgasm.
“Tyler. Oh god. Oh fuck!”
I watch in awe as she loses herself to pleasure. Her body shudders with the force of her climax. Her muscles spasm. I drink in the beautiful sight, committing every detail to memory. So fucking perfect.
Harper removes the blindfold, laughing breathlessly once the orgasm fades. “That was amazing. I didn’t know it was possible to come like that.”
I didn’t expect that outcome either. Now that I know she enjoyed it, Harper and I are going to have a lot more fun with this Zippo in the future.
I set the lighter aside and return to my armchair. “You did it perfectly. Now, come here.”
She lifts to her knees, about to stand.
“No, Harper,” I speak her name deeply. “Not like that. Crawl to me.”
This time, when her eyes widen, it’s not with embarrassment. A sinful smile plays on her lips.
Harper rises onto her hands and knees, her auburn hair spilling over one shoulder as she begins crawling. Her hips sway with each movement. Her tits look incredible. But it’sher unwavering eye contact that captivates me as she closes the distance between us.
I see a shift in her gaze. Her walls have crumbled. There’s a new boldness within her.
My heart pounds as she reaches me, lifting onto her knees. She doesn’t wait for me to tell her what to do. She goes straight for what she wants, spreading my thighs and wrapping her lips around my cock.
I groan, my head falling back against the chair as her hot mouth claims me. Her tongue swirls around the head before she takes me deeper.
“Fuck, Harper,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “Just like that. Good fucking girl.”
Her head bobs, taking more of my length each time until I hit the back of her throat. Soft, muffled moans vibrate around my shaft as she works me. Her hand grips the base, stroking what she can’t fit in her mouth.
“Look at me,” I say, my voice rough. “I want to see your pretty eyes while you suck my cock.”
Her gaze flicks up, and I’m lost in the intensity of it. The way she looks at me with no shame, no hesitation, just pure desire. She’s no longer hiding. This is Harper giving herself to me. She’s showing me everything.
My fingers thread into her damp hair, guiding her deeper. “Take it slow.” My chest heaves as I fight the urge to lose myself in the heat of her mouth. “I want to feel everything.”
