Page 28 of Perfect for Her

“I’ve been dealing with this by myself for years, and I guess I just thought I could make it go away before it touched you. I swear I was going to tell you this weekend about the photo but I wanted to talk to the cops first.”

“Let me guess, they can’t do anything.”

I nod, tapping the tip of my nose in agreement and he sighs, leaning back and bringing me with him, a chuckle flying from my lips.

“I missed you,” he whispers, kissing my lips lightly, his fingers brushing my hair out of my eyes as every cell in my body comes alive.

“I’m sorry you had to find out this way. I never wanted that.”

He nods, cupping the sides of my face. “I love you, Harlow.”

My eyes widen, my mouth gaping as I let his words sink in.

“I love you and our son so much that the idea of losing you kills me.”

I close my eyes, basking in the words I’ve wanted to hear from him for years and finally feeling that peace settle into my bones.

“I love you too, so fucking much it scares me.”

His smile lights up the dimly lit room as his lips take mine in a kiss that starts off soft and sweet but turns into something much deeper. I crush my lips to his, moaning as he kisses me hard and rough, grabbing me as I melt into him. I’m panting as his tongue finds mine, my mouth opens willingly for him, loving every second of it. Mark pulls back, lifting me off his lap as my eyes search his.

“Bedroom,” he growls, those eyes boring into mine as I nod my head to the stairs and before I can say another word, I’m hoisted over his shoulder and he’s hauling me up toward my bedroom. It’s not until he throws me onto my bed, pillows flying in every direction that he finally strips out of that clothing, his eyes taking in my short shorts and oversized T-shirt and breathing heavy.

“Strip.”

The demanding tone sends waves of pleasure through my body as I do exactly as he says and before long, I’m lying on my back and Mark hovers over me. Looking into his eyes, I know his love for me is real and his need for me matches mine for him. Mark kisses me deeply before his mouth slips down my jaw to my neck. He bites at the skin, causing my hips to lift with every flick of his tongue as his laughter fills the room.

“What’s so funny?” I gasp as his fingers grasp my hips to stop them from circling.

Mark shakes his head, silently kissing down past the slope of my breasts until he takes each of my nipples into his mouth. He tongues the hard tips in slow circles, making me silently beg for more as my fingers dig into the sheet beneath me.

“Mark,” I say as a shiver runs down my spine as his kisses lower until his breath cascades over my clit.

“Shh,” is all he says before his lips are back on me, his tongue dragging over my clit and pushing deep into me as if he’s fucking me with his tongue.

“Holy fucking shit,” I choke, my hands tangling in his hair as his fingers dig into my thighs, devouring me until my entire body shakes with pleasure.

But then, he pulls away, moving up my body until he’s hovering over me once more. I watch with rapt attention as his fist circles his hardened shaft, stroking up and down until his groans fill the room.

“Mark, please,” I beg, his eyes darkening as they meet mine.

“Tell me, baby, tell me what you want,” he moans, his fist never ceasing its strokes, precum dripping over my pussy as I gasp for breath.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He groans and crushes his lips to mine, his cock lining up with my entrance, and before I can beg again, he sinks deep, our strangled cries echoing off the walls. Mark growls, his lips pressing to mine as I kiss him eagerly and feel as he pushes even deeper, a whimper leaving my lips as his cock slides even deeper still. Slowly his hips begin to roll, that sensation of pure bliss washing over me with each and every pass, his cock hitting every button as my back arches and my fingers grip his biceps for dear life.

“Fuck, Harlow,” he grunts, kissing me through our panting breaths. “You feel fucking incredible.”

I whimper, wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him closer, but it’s not enough, I need more.

“I can feel that greedy little pussy squeezing the life out of my cock, baby. You trying to keep me inside?”

I nod, right before I push him back, using all my strength to roll us as my legs straddle his hips.

“That was fucking sexy as hell,” he mutters before his fingers grip my waist, my hips circling slowly at first, his girth stretching me wide as I ride him. “Christ, you are a sight,” he whispers, my body falling forward as my hands rest on the wall behind the bed, creating the leverage I need to fuck him the way I need.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper, my body rocking as Mark’s feet plant beneath him and he surges up into me, my eyes rolling back as pure pleasure rolls through me. “Mark!” I cry, loving the way his hips thrust into mine, never letting up and setting fireworks off behind my eyes.

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