Page 71 of Harbinger

“I want you to do what you’re comfortable with.”

“I want you to touch me.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

“Stand up,” I demand, and when her eyes narrow, I raise a threatening eyebrow. “If you don’t listen to me, I’m going to fuck that attitude right out of you, Sydney. Choose wisely.”

A shiver runs through her as I spread her legs, waiting for her to do as she’s told. A small grin crosses her face as if she wants to piss me off.

I should have known.

I grab her waist, lifting her up so she’s standing in front of me before putting pressure on her shoulders, moving her downward until she’s kneeling in front of me.

“Fucking perfect,” I tell her, palming her cheek as I move my thumb to her mouth, pulling the corner of it down. Her eyes close, and when they open, they’re wicked.

With an evil smirk, Sydney’s hands go to my belt, pulling it off. I watch her from above, my breathing labored as my cock strains my pants. She does it slowly. Deliberately. Carefully. It’s so fucking annoying.

I take over for her, whipping my belt off before throwing it across the room. She looks at me innocently as she unbuttons my pants at the same speed.

“Keep doing that, I fucking dare you,” I growl, lashing out to grip her chin in my palm, forcing her eyes on mine. “If you want to be punished, Princess, just say so.”

“That’s not as fun, though,” she says as she pushes my pants down, watching as my dick springs free of them, tenting my boxers. Her eyes grow large,

“You’ve had that in there, and you haven’t blessed anyone with it?”

“Sydney,” I say, losing control. “When you’re with me, I don’t want you mentioning other people. Not for me, not for you, got it? When you’re with me, no other man’s name leaves your lips, and no other woman exists in this world.” I pry her mouth open, sticking my fingers into the back of her throat. “Now, be a good girl and close your mouth.” She does. “Suck.”

Doing as she’s told, she keeps her eyes on mine until they roll back and she lets out a small moan. Reaching for my boxers, she pulls them down, watching my face as I spring free of them.

Her eyes don’t even leave mine as she takes my fingers out of her mouth, moving her lips to the tip of my dick.

Licking the head once, she watches me from below as my breath hitches, watching her move to the base. Her tongue flickers out, running all the way up the length from the bottom. Her eyes are still on mine.

“Fuck, baby,” I mutter, fisting her hair in my palm. I wrap it around my hand, pulling her head back. “Tongue out.”

She does as she’s told, kneeling before me, sweat beading on her forehead, her tongue out for me.

And I spit in it.

I watch her face carefully, calculating how she’s going to react to anything else. She doesn’t blink. Doesn’t flinch. Instead, without closing her mouth, she pushes forward, wrapping her warm, wet lips around my throbbing dick as she takes it all the way in.

“Jesus Christ, look at you,” I tell her as she pulls up, taking me in once more. She closes her eyes. “Eyes on me,” I tell her, yanking on her hair.

Her eyes flutter open, darker than I’ve ever seen them. Sultry. Intoxicating. I can get lost in them. “You’re doing so fucking good, Princess,” I encourage as she fills her throat with me.

She adds one hand, wrapping it around my cock tightly as she pumps in and out, keeping her eyes on me just like I told her to.

I toss my head back, a whimper escaping my lips. She grips it harder then, twisting her hand as she goes.

“I’m going to come, Sydney. I’m so close.”

She hums onto me, gripping me harder and harder, feeling me pulse in her hand.

And I finally come undone.

She doesn’t move away from me, instead licking every last drop that comes from me, making a show to swallow it, her eyes still locked on mine.

Is this what I’ve been missing?

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