Page 22 of Perfect for Her

Her kisses become frantic as her arms wrap around my neck, my hands grasping the globes of her ass as I haul her up until she’s flush with my cock.

“Why are you still wearing your swim trunks?” she whispers against my lips, a smile playing between us and I waste no time getting them off and letting them float away to the other side of the pool.

“You want more?” I groan just as her fingers wrap around my shaft, playing with the sensitive head as I close my eyes and bask in her touch.

“I want it all,” she gasps as I push her up against the side of the pool, one hand using the edge for leverage and the other pulling her flush to me. “I mean, if you want to go back inside then that’s ok—Christ,” she groans as I thrust into her, pausing before sinking even deeper into that glorious pussy. “Shit,” she wheezes, mewling in pleasure as I slide her up and down every inch of my cock. She cups my jaw and kisses me deeply as her eyes roll back into her head. Her ass flexes in my hand, her walls ripple around me, clenching so damn tight around my shaft.

The water splashes around us, her back slipping down the wall with every thrust and I groan in frustration as I can’t get deep enough or thrust hard enough into her and I need that. I’m desperate for it. Before I can think better of it, I haul her off the wall, her eyes widening as I walk us to the stairs that lead out of the pool, and I pull her up and down my cock once more, groaning at the feel of her pussy surrounding me before I pull her off and set her down on the highest stair, her gorgeous pussy peeking up out of the water like a tease.

“Fuck, Harlow,” I groan, lining up my cock to her entrance as my fingers grasp her hips hard enough, I know I’ll leave bruises. I tease her with just the head, loving the way her body rocks up into me with every pass that hits her clit. “Your pussy looks so hot wrapped around my cock,” I say right before I thrust deep, her hair teasing over her shoulders, lightly grazing her tits. My fingers grasp her neck, pulling her up until our mouths are inches apart as her mouth falls open on a cry.

“Mark, fuck…” she moans, clawing at the concrete beneath her as the pleasure rolls through her. “You feel so fucking big like this.” My eyes flutter closed, loving that dirty fucking mouth on her.

“Take it all, baby, take it until I say you can’t have any more,” I hiss, sliding out and then plunging even deeper and that’s when she begins to lose her mind as I lean over her, my hand gripping her hair.

The sound that leaves her throat the second my fingers wrap around her neck causes all semblance of reality to leave my brain and I start to fuck her senseless. It’s primal and savage and four years in the making. It’s like I’ve been holding back all these years and I finally get to set everything free and it’s like a weight is lifted off me as I thrust harder and harder, the water splashing around us making a fucking mess.

I pull her up, gripping her chin until her lips meet mine, needing her kiss as I feel her pussy ripple around me, her orgasm cresting as I plunge deep, our tongues swirling together passionately as I pound into her. She explodes gloriously, her orgasm shattering through her as her hands reach up and tangle in my hair, clinging to me as her body is racked with pleasure.

“Come with me,” she begs, her fingers tightening as another orgasm crests, her body locking as I continue to plunge into her over and over again. “I want you to fill me up as I squeeze every ounce of your cum from your big cock. Come with me, Mark.”

And as if the command is said straight to my dick, I come with a grunt, thrusting deep as her walls spasm around me, milking every ounce of pleasure from my body.

Finally, with a groan, I pull free, sitting down on the stairs next to her, pulling her into my lap and kissing the living hell out of her.

“What. The. Fuck,” she breathes, grinning at me with a glorious, sated look on her face.

“That was four years in the making,” I admit, knowing that the reason I wanted this pool in the first place was that I could picture that exact scenario happening with her.

“Well, I’d say that was mission accomplished,” she teases, kissing up my neck as my cock grows hard between us once more. “You can’t be serious,” she mutters, pulling back so her eyes meet mine.

“Baby, you’re straddling me naked, a sated look on your face as water drips off you.” My eyes zero in on her still-covered tits and I suck a hard nipple through the fabric of her top, chuckling at the way her hips jerk at the move. “And I’d say you want more too,” I say right before untying the top and letting it float around with the rest of our clothes. “How about you come upstairs with me,” I mutter, kissing between her breasts and up her neck. “I’ll start a shower so we can clean off all this chlorine and I can show you how to use my new showerhead,” I whisper against her ear, my teeth sinking into her earlobe. “It’s detachable with a pulsating setting,” I admit, loving the little catch in her breath.

“Lead the way,” she whispers, taking my lips once more.

When I pick her up and her legs wrap around my waist, I know she’s meant to be here with me. Making my way into the house and up toward my bathroom, I know without a doubt this woman is perfect for me.

Harlow

“Mommy!” Ethan yells from the other side of the room, waking me from the glorious nap I was apparently taking on the couch.

I sit up in a panic, looking around the room and making sure nothing is on fire. I told myself I was going to lie down for a minute and shut my eyes for a second just until the pain behind them goes away, but of course, I fell asleep.

“Mommy! The door!” Ethan yells again, my eyes taking in his little body lying on his stomach on the floor, his superhero figurines strewn about all around him.

When he opens his mouth to yell again, I snap into motion, hearing the incessant knocking and hoping to God it’s not Mark because he can’t see me like this. I’m a mess and have been since I left his house on Sunday. We agreed that Ethan and I would see him on weekends, just to start off slow and work our way up to more if Ethan is okay with that. But from what I can see, the two of them get along so well we might just skip the middle step and jump in with both feet.

The knock sounds again, this time harder and louder. I roll my eyes as my bare feet slap against the hardwood floor, echoing in the hallway as I run toward the annoying person on the other side of the door. I open my mouth as the door opens, expecting it to be someone I know, like Addison or even Mark, even though we agreed to take a few days apart after the intense night we had at his place. But when the warm air hits my face, I notice it’s not Addison, or Mark even, it’s a teenage boy carrying a vase full of white long stem roses.

“Are you Harlow Bennett?” His voice cracks, giving away just how young he actually is as I nod, holding out my hands as he hands me the vase. “Please sign here.”

He holds out a clipboard with a pen attached, and I quickly sign. Before I can thank him, he’s running down my front steps and back into the minivan that looks like it’s seen better days. Is he even old enough to drive? I wonder, shutting the door and planting my face on the flowers. God, I’ve always loved that smell, like I’m in a field, surrounded by nothing but nature.

As I pull my head away, my eyes zero in on the bouquet, noticing that there is one lone red rose stuck in the middle of pure white. I walk into the kitchen, setting the flowers down on the kitchen counter as I take a closer look. A part of me wants this to be from Mark, and as much as that man loves to spoil me, I don’t think he would ever do this. He’s not the flowers and candy type, more like a make me come a few dozen times in one night kind of man.

“Who gots you flobers, Mommy?” Ethan asks as I pass him. He doesn’t get up, doesn’t even really look away from his toys, but still asks the question.

“I don’t know, sweetie,” I admit, peering at the lone red rose sitting in the middle of the bouquet. I don’t know why an unsettling feeling grips my body, but the second the tips of my fingers grip that stem and pull, I know for a fact these were not from Mark.

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