Page 13 of Perfect for Her

She nods, her hair falling down around me as my fingers find her heat.

“Mark, Jesus…” she whimpers, her sounds becoming music to my ears.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby, you ready to feel these fingers fuck you like you need?”

She nods, her head resting on my shoulder as I plunge two digits into her heat, grasping the back of her head and pulling her hair as her teeth sink into my skin. God, I missed this.

“Yes, fuck… right there,” she moans, her hips circling my hands as my palm hits her clit with every pass. “Shit, I’m gonna…”

She doesn’t finish because I take her lips in a punishing kiss that sends her over, her entire body shaking with pleasure as my hand fucks her senseless. She floods my fingers, her arousal clear as I slow my ministrations, basking in the way she shudders against me.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy you looked just then.”

She smirks, her eyes lifting, hooded and desperate for more.

“I’ve waited four years to do that again,” I admit, her eyes softening as her hand traces down my chest, past my stomach until it rests against the top of my jeans.

“And I’ve waited four years to do this,” she whispers, biting my earlobe before shifting down onto her knees and giving me a visual that I will never forget for the rest of my life.

Harlow

It’s been four years since I’ve been on my knees for a man, and right now with the way Mark’s eyes are hooded, the way his fingers grasp at his jeans as if needing an anchor, causes every hormone inside me to go into overdrive. The incessant need to please him takes over as my fingers deftly undo his belt, then open his jeans before he can even open his mouth to protest. My fingers pull at his boxers as Mark lifts his hips, my eyes trained on his bulge, wanting more than anything to remember what he tastes like.

Before I can wrap my hand around his shaft, the pulsing head dripping with arousal, Mark grabs the back of my head, his fist tangling in the loose strands of my hair until he pulls tight, eliciting a whimper from my lips.

“Before you put that sinful mouth on me, be prepared for what is about to happen.”

My chest concaves, my breathing quickens and my fingers itch to touch him.

“The second that tongue touches my cock you’re done. The second I know you want this as much as I do, I won’t back down. I will take what I want.”

A shuddering breath leaves my lungs as the images of what he promises filter through my mind. I know he’s using this as a way to get me out of this, but to me what he just said was a wish list of things I desperately want.

“Last chance, sweetheart. Get off those knees now or I will make sure you stay there for the rest of the night.”

The threat sends shivers down my spine as my lips tilt in a knowing smirk.

“Promise?” I tease, his eyes flicking up to the stairs, most likely wondering if Ethan will make a repeat of last time, but my head shakes as I lean over and flick the tip, his groans filling the room as his fingers tighten. “He’s dead to the world. He won’t be interrupting this time,” I mutter right before my lips surround his cock, hollowing out my cheeks just as his hips lift off the couch, his head tilting back in pure pleasure. My fingers curl around his thickness as I swallow as much of him as I can, only stopping when he hits the back of my throat. My tongue flirts with the underside of his shaft until his grip loosens and his fingers grip the couch instead, his knuckles white.

“Goddamn, how did I last four years without you?” he whispers, his gaze meeting mine as I swallow, his eyes blazing as I moan into him, sinking lower as I slurp wetly at him and bobbing my lips up and down his throbbing cock as he groans, his muscles clenching with every pass I make. His hand slides into my hair once more, wrapping it in a fist as I whimper eagerly at the power shift. I lap at his cock, feeling drunk on the taste of him as I lean in, and just as I’m about to swallow him into the back of my throat, a trick he loved in that hut all those years ago, he shakes his head, pulling me up instead.

“Not a chance, I am not coming in that fucking mouth of yours. Come here, sweetheart,” he growls hungrily, hauling me off my knees until I’m straddling his lap as he leans in close, his breath teasing over my skin like a secret. “Did you think I forgot what your tongue felt like tasting my cock, huh? Did you think I wouldn’t dream about what those luscious lips of yours felt like wrapped around me as I fucked your throat like it was made only for me?”

His words are like a drug, my body sinking further into him as his lips crush on mine, and this time I know the anger we both felt these last few days is gone.

I moan into his mouth, gasping as he kisses me harder, rougher, and more demanding than ever before. In the week we were together, we did almost everything, but the way his lips are bruising against mine is something I’ve been craving for years. Even before that week in the Caribbean. He growls into me, his hands sliding up my thighs, grasping my naked flesh with so much passion as he hauls me flush against his chest.

Like a dam breaking, our mouths sear together, lips bruising against each other as our tongues tangled together, desperation palpable between us. As my hips circle above him, his cock hardens even more, teasing my clit with each pass of my hips. Before either of us can think better of it, I lift my hips, my fingers grasping his shaft and placing the head at my entrance, my eyes flicking to his to make sure he’s not second-guessing any of this.

“Condom,” he mutters, his fingers grasping the edge of my T-shirt before tearing it from my body and leaning in, kissing down my chest until he reaches my breasts. “I don’t have a fucking condom,” he groans, taking my nipple into his mouth, suckling before grazing the hardened peak with his teeth.

I gasp, my body shuddering as I sink down onto his length, his eyes blazing.

“I can’t get pregnant,” I mutter, taking his lips in mine as I take a moment to get used to his size, forgetting just how big he feels inside me.

“What?” he questions, pulling away from me, his eyes searching mine.

I don’t really feel like getting into it so I nip at his lips, smiling when he growls, his fingers gripping my hips and sinking himself even deeper.

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