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The moment I rub Harper’s clit, her ass squeezes my cock and she’s moaning with an orgasm.
“That’s it. Come for me,” I coax. “I want to feel this tight ass drain my cock.”
Her body shudders as I thrust, drawing out her pleasure.
“Good girl. You’re doing so well.”
I try to hold off on my own release, but the rhythmic pulsing of her ass squeezing me is my undoing. I’m seeing stars. Groaning, I bury my cock to the base and empty myself deep within her, filling her with my cum. Harper moans as my release floods her. I continue to rock into her, working us through the shared pleasure until we’re wrecked and collapse on the bed.
We lay entwined for a long while after. Our chests heave and we’re slick with sweat. Harper curls into my side, resting her head on my chest as I stroke her hair.
“I love you,” she sighs, tracing patterns across my abs.
I pull her closer, pressing my lips to hers. “You are my entire world, Harper.”
She laughs. “Isn’t that just as big asI love you?”
“Yes,” I answer, realizing she’s clued onto how I don’t doI love yous.
“Then why can’t you say the words?”
Because it’s the last thread I’m holding on to of self-preservation. “Actions are stronger than words.”
She pulls back to meet my eyes, dazed with a smile. “I once told you you’re like a mirage. You’re right at my fingertips but there’s something in here I can’t reach.” She places a hand over my heart. “I feel like you’re too good to be true,Felix. You’re going to vanish like a mirage one day and break my heart. I know it.”
Despite the heavy topic, there’s no sadness within her eyes, but something playful.
I climb on top of Harper, pinning her arms above her head. “Your mirage metaphor is bullshit. I’m never leaving you, Harper. I’ll never hurt you again.”
“You might,” she teases.
“That’s enough.” I grab Harper by the waist and throw her over my shoulder, heading out of the room.
She squeals, laughing and hitting my back. “Where are you taking me?”
“To the shower for round two and to teach you a lesson.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
HARPER
“It’s my turn next, Princess,” Tyler whispers against my ear in response to Felix’s recap of our night together.
I’m sitting between Felix and Tyler as we rock on the porch swing mid-morning. Apparently, they like sharing details with each other of how they fuck me. I like listening.
Tingles race across my skin at the thought of Tyler having my ass. I didn’t know if I would enjoy that kind of sex. But dressing up in that tutu, letting Felix take me from behind, was so intimate yet erotic. Such an incredible orgasm. I’d let Tyler do it to me, for sure.
After I recover.
My body is tender from the amount of sex I’m having. I’ve barely slept. After Felix and I cleaned up in the shower, we kept at it till sunrise, only having recently woken for breakfast. Felix cooked for me again. We were both starving after how much sex took place.
“Incoming,” Felix mutters, eyeing the windows.
The three of us remain on the swing but slide apart, just in time as my father steps out the back door.
He heads my way with a grin. “Great news, honey. I received an email from the academy. They say you’ll get your lead role back inSwan Lakewhen you return on Monday.”
The news is supposed to be exciting but I stiffen with dread. “That’s Cindy’s role. I can’t take it from her.”
