Page 14 of Perfect for Her

“I can’t get pregnant. Trust me.” I silently beg him to let it go for now and from the way his hooded eyes search mine, I know he wants to ask more questions, but I squeeze my walls that are wrapped around him and his eyes roll into the back of his head before his hips surge up, causing a gasp to leave my throat.

“Dammit, your pussy is a fucking menace, you know that?” I smile, trailing kisses down his neck and back up until my teeth graze the sensitive skin beneath his ear.

“Why don’t you stop hesitating and fuck me like I know you want to?”

That does it. His hand grasps the back of my neck, squeezing as he sears his lips to mine while simultaneously standing, my legs automatically wrapped around his hips. “Mark,” I breathe out, his other arm wrapping around my waist as he plunges deep inside me, fucking me standing up. My head flies back, my fingers gripping his shoulders as my hips try their best to get the friction they desperately need but nothing is enough and a frustrated cry escapes.

“I thought I remembered what this pussy felt like,” he growls, his teeth sinking into the flesh of my neck as a shudder travels up my spine. “I thought I remembered why I couldn’t keep my hands off you that week we spent in that hut, but I didn’t know shit,” he mutters before turning, my back hitting the cushion as he lays me back on the couch as he plunges deep, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as my mouth falls open in a silent scream. “I can feel you, sweetheart, I know you’re close,” he whispers as I let out a frustrated cry because I’m on the precipice but can’t fall over the cliff.

“Please,” I beg, not knowing what I’m begging for, but knowing I need more.

And as if he reads my mind, Mark pulls out, spinning me around until I’m on all fours, my hands bracing on the arm of the couch as he takes my hips and braces as he thrust so hard and so deep inside me. As he pushes in, that first moment of bliss washes over me and I know this will send me over the edge in a second.

“Christ, did I miss you,” he mutters, his lips trailing up and down my spine, sending flashes of arousal to my clit as I try and hold off as long as possible because this feels way too good to end now.

He’s relentless in his assault of my pussy, showing me with passion how much he hates that we’ve been apart these last few years, showing me just how pissed he is that he wasn’t around for Ethan, but also showing me just how much he wants this life with me and our son.

“This pussy is mine,” he growls, driving so deep on every powerful thrust as we both tumble toward the edge together. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“You,” I hiss back, melting under his touch, that ache inside me growing hotter and hotter until I know I won’t be able to control the sound that will drip from my lips. “All yours,”

“You’re never leaving me again, sweetheart,” he growls into my back, his fingers gripping my neck as he pulls me up until he’s flush with me. “I watched you walk away once,” he hisses into my ear. “And I will not let that happen again.” He turns my head, his fingers tightening against me as he kisses me fiercely, swallowing my cries of pleasure.

“You are mine,” he grunts, fucking me harder, making me scream, his hand covering my mouth as he plunges that glorious cock inside me. “This body is mine to pleasure, isn’t it?” His teeth graze my ear as a shudder moves through me, both of us gasping and moaning and so close to going over together. “Isn’t it?”

I nod my head, his hand making it impossible for words to escape.

My body melts as the world blurs around us until I think I’m going to explode.

“Don’t you dare come yet, baby, don’t you dare,” Mark whispers against my neck, his hand leaving my mouth as it trails down my neck, past my breasts and stomach until it rests over my oversensitive heat. “That orgasm is mine, and mine alone.”

Fucking hell, this man’s mouth is enough to set me off, but I shut my eyes, breathing heavily as I try and stall the orgasm that is on the cusp of ruining me.

“Mark, please!” I whimper, my body dropping forward until my chest hits the cushions, and Mark’s hands grasp my hips, pulling me back hard. My fingers grip the arms of the couch hard enough for the pain to radiate through my hands and when I peer back and see the feral look in his eyes, I whimper, knowing what’s coming.

“You need to scream; you shove that beautiful face of yours into the cushions… got it?”

I moan, my legs shaking as he sinks slowly into my heat, his fingers bruising my skin as my eyes roll back.

“I know you love it like this, and from the way those luscious thighs are shaking I’m guessing you haven’t had it this good in a while?” he questions, my head shaking as my teeth bite my lower lip to stop the noises from filling the room. “Christ, what I wouldn’t give to hear you scream my name right now,” he mutters, his hips thrusting harder and harder. “But we’ll get there, won’t we?”

I nod, burying my face as the orgasm crests, sending me over the cliff into one of the best orgasms of my life.

“That’s it, sweetheart, come all over me, let me feel you squeeze me.”

I gasp as his chest connects with my back, his fingers sinking between my thighs as he begins to rub my clit in a fury.

“Come again, Harlow.”

I shake my head, my whimpers all I can hear as the white noise fills my ears. I can’t come again, I can’t. But when his teeth sink into my shoulder, I feel the buildup in my stomach and when his thrusts become erratic, his own pleasure taking over, I do exactly what he asks, going over the edge just as he does, moaning at how familiar this is.

“Wow,” I whisper as he pulls out, cursing under his breath. “What?” My head goes to the worst places, wondering if it wasn’t good for him but when I peer back at him all I see is a panicked look on his face.

“I was supposed to pull out.” His voice is far away, his hands falling at his sides as the high of the last few minutes disappears into a puff of smoke.

I roll my eyes, get myself up off the couch and pull on the T-shirt he threw across the room. As my eyes search for my shorts, his eyes follow, a barrage of questions filling his gaze.

“Harlow, why aren’t you angry that I didn’t pull out? I’m pretty sure the last time I did that to you, you threw a pillow at me and cursed me out for an hour, and you ended up pregnant.”

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