Page 493 of Hell Hath No Fury
“Oh, for sure,” I confirmed.
He stroked my cheeks, wiping away the fresh set of tears. “I seriously wish the Purge was a real thing. He’d be at the top of my fuckin’ list.”
I chuckled, which came out as more of a snort since I was still crying. “I really, really liked it.”
“Well, yeah,” he said. “You should. It’s fun.”
I nodded.
“You want me to do it again?”
“No, I want you to fuck me now,” I whispered. “But I reserve the right to have you do that again later.”
“Anytime you want me to do that to you, baby, you say the word.”
I stroked his cheek. “Okay.”
He released me only long enough to remove the rest of his clothes and grab condoms, then he stretched out beside me again and kissed me. “If you want to stop, you just say the word, even if we’re right in the middle, we’ll stop, okay?”
“Okay, one more thing about DC, then never again in this bed,” I said.
He narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“Compared to you, he has what we would call in the medical field, a micro peen.”
Harm buried his face in the mattress and burst out laughing. “Fuckin’ hell, woman, I’m gonna lose my shit if you keep goin’ on like that.”
I grinned. “What? It’s a very serious medical condition.”
He laughed harder, covering his face with his hands.
“I’m serious,” I continued. “The man is hung like a Lite Brite peg.”
He guffawed so hard, I thought he might fall off the bed.
“Jesus, Bryn,” he bit out. “You need to quit.”
He was on his back which gave me full access to his body. God, he was beautiful.
I decided to use his distraction to my advantage and straddled his hips, leaning down to kiss his chest.
He got serious pretty quickly, gripping my hips and meeting my eyes with his. “Hi.”
I smiled. “Hi.”
“Like that you’re takin’ the lead.”
“I’m not sure what to do, to be honest,” I admitted. “I mean, I know what to do, obviously—”
He flipped me onto my back again and slid my arms above my head, anchoring them with one hand as his other slipped between my legs. “Is this better?” he asked.
“Oh my god, yes.”
He kissed me, his tongue sliding into my mouth and making the same motion as his fingers did inside my pussy. He broke the connection just long enough to roll on a condom and then his cock pressed against my opening, and I arched up, begging him to give me some relief. He slid halfway in, and I whimpered with need, trying to pull out of his grip to have more control, but he held firm.
“Harm, please.”
He buried himself deep with one thrust and a shot of pleasure pierced all the way to my toes.
