Page 90 of My Favorite Secret
Her eyes light up with curiosity. She lifts the lid, smiling at the contents. A pale pink tutu, satin pointe shoes, and a tiara glittering with crystals.
“I love it.”
“I knew you would.”
She does as I hoped, no instruction needed, and pulls the tutu up her naked body. A rasp forms deep within my throat, watching the dainty yet erotic sight. It’s been a fantasy of mine for years to fuck Harper while she’s dressed as a ballerina.
The delicate tulle of the tutu fans out around her as she sits on the edge of the bed, reaching for the pointe shoes.
“Let me.” I kneel before Harper, guiding her feet one at a time into the satin slippers, tying the ribbons around her ankles.
Her breathing quickens as my hands skim up her calves, ghosting over the backs of her knees. My fingers trail higher, teasing the soft skin of her inner thighs.
I’m desperate to kiss between her legs, but the outfit isn’t complete yet. To finish, I pin the tiara atop her head and release her hair from the bun, letting it tumble down her shoulders. With her hand in mine, I guide Harper to a full-length mirror mounted on the wall beside the bed. Her gaze meets mine in the reflection.
“Don’t look at me, Harper. Look at yourself,” I stand behind her, whispering in her ear. “Look how beautiful you are.”
Her eyes are intoxicated with desire as they sweep overher appearance. Her pussy is on display beneath the tulle. Her tits rise up and down with heavy breaths, the nipples firm peaks.
“You’re going to be a fucking star, Harper. You’ll be dancing center stage. You’ll get everything you’ve ever wanted.”
“You really think so?”
“I know so. You were born to dance. Born to shine.”
Her lips graze mine. The kiss is gentle but sends heat and urgency throughout my body.
“Lie on the bed, Little Sinner.”
She follows my command, her tiny body lost among the tulle as she lies back. It’s such a delicate sight, clashing with the fire simmering in her eyes. I hover over Harper, skimming my fingers along her sides, savoring the feel of her soft skin and the way she trembles beneath my touch.
She exhales a shaky breath as I push back the tulle and press a kiss to her inner thigh. I take my time, trailing higher.
“Felix, please,” Harper sighs, arching into me.
Giving my girl what she wants, I lick her clit in one slow stroke. She gasps, her grip tightening in my hair. Then she’s crying out and her thighs are quivering on either side of my head as my tongue thrusts inside. I fuck her with my mouth, spurred on by the pleas spilling from her lips.
“Don’t stop,” she pants, grinding herself against my face.
I double my efforts, sealing my lips around her clit and sucking hard as I work two fingers deep inside her. Harper’s back bows off the bed and a strangled cry tears from her throat as an orgasm arrives. I don’t let up, prolonging her pleasure until she’s writhing and pushing at my shoulders.
I strip out of my clothes, kneeling above her.
“You see what you do to me, Harper.” I stroke my length, drawing her attention to it. “My cock is dripping, desperate to be buried inside you.”
She nods. “I need it.Please.”
Bending down, I cover her body with mine as I guide myself to her entrance, then pull her onto my cock, groaning at the mind-blowing pleasure of us connecting. Her legs wrap around me, clinging tight as she surrenders.
“You’re so deep,” she moans.
“Right where I belong,” I grunt, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
I set a relentless pace, driving into her over and over. The ruffles of her tutu brush against my abs with every powerful thrust. Her legs pull me impossibly deeper. When I feel Harper start to flutter around my length, I know I’ve got her right where I want her, on the brink of an orgasm. But I’m not letting her come yet.
I want her desperate for what we’re about to do. Begging for it and completely feral.
With a groan, I reluctantly pull out, my cock glistening from how wet she is. She whimpers at the loss.
