Page 57 of If You Were Mine
“Pull your shirt up, I want to see your tits move as I fuck you from behind,” I ordered.
Eyes wide, she did as she was told and pulled her shirt completely off. I reached forward and palmed her breasts, loving the heaviness in my hands.
“Next time I’m going to fuck these tits too. And then I’m going to come all over them, painting them. What do you think?”
“I think I can feel my wetness sliding down my thighs.”
With a rough laugh, I shoved my sweats to my knees and positioned myself at her entrance. She was so wet she swallowed up the tip of my cock before I could even move.
We both froze, and I let out a shuddering breath.
“I’ve never fucked anyone bare before, this may be over quicker than we want.”
“Okay,” she said, and before I could take over, she pushed back, taking me to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I growled, drawing out the word.
I gripped her hips, keeping her steady, as I was buried to the hilt, my balls pressing against her.
“You are trouble.”
“If you say so.” She tried to wiggle on my cock, and I leaned forward and pinched her nipple.
“Dorian!” she squealed.
“Watch it, minx.”
She wiggled again, so I pinched her nipple once more. But before she could even squeal in surprise, I slapped her ass.
“Oh,” she said, this time a moan.
“Well, that’s interesting,” I muttered before I pulled out slowly. I looked down between us, at the wetness she left on my dick, and I had to count to ten before I moved again.
She whimpered for me, wiggling her hips over me since the tip of my dick was still inside. In answer, I slammed home in one movement. She froze, her knees shaking, so I leaned forward and kissed her shoulder.
“Do you want it slow? So I just tease you over the edge? Or do you want me to fuck you so hard that you practically fall to the ground, bruising your knees?” I growled before I nipped at her earlobe.
“Yes please?” she said in answer. She tasted of coffee, and of Harper, and I knew that walking away would be the hardest thing I ever did.
So I wouldn’t do it yet. Instead, I pulled out of her and then slammed home once again. It was hard and fast, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. I threw my head back, leaving myself to abandon as both of us arched from one another, finding a rhythm that was far too much and yet not enough all at once.
And when she finally came again, her pussy fluttering around my cock, I pulled out of her and twisted her around.
“Dorian,” she whined, but I didn’t say anything. Instead I slid two fingers deep inside of her and fucked her hard with my hand, loving the way that her juices filled my palm and trailed over her legs.
When she came one more time, I knew it was my turn.
I lifted her by the thighs, set her on the edge of the counter, and met her gaze before I rocked my hips forward. It was hard and rough and too much for a virgin, and I knew she would be sore. So I would take care of her soon. Pamper her the way that she deserved. But for now, I took her mouth, as I took her.
When I came, filling that precious cunt with my cum, I didn’t pull away. Instead, I filled her, wanting her to scent of me, to feel of me, to be marked by me. I kissed her again, loving the way that she gripped me, not wanting to let me go either. And I knew I was in so much fucking trouble—I had no way of getting out of this.
And yet, with her cunt keeping me in place, my cum filling her, I didn’t want a way out. And that was a fucking problem.
Chapter 11
HARPER
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