Page 67 of Butter My Biscuit

“More,” she greedily whispers.

I give her a third digit. She lifts her arms above her head, arching her back, and seeing her nearly crumbling under my touch so quickly is pure fucking ecstasy.

She’s close—I can tell by how tense her body is and her curled toes. Before giving her what she wants, I pull away, smirking.

The silent conversation that streams between us is almost too much.

“I need a condom. I’m sorry. One second.”

She huffs, and she teeters on the edge, then laughs. Her hair is a mess as she rolls onto her stomach to watch me, showing me her beautiful ass.

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GRACE

Iturn over onto my stomach and watch Harrison as he slides the condom onto his thickness. He glances at me and then returns inside our castle made from sheets as the twinkle lights warm the space. My heart is racing, and every inch of my body is buzzing from nearly coming.

“We should probably make some rules,” I explain.

I capture his lips, and he laughs against mine.

“I thought that was my job?”

I lean back, glancing over the constellation of freckles on his nose, and then I trace his lips with my finger. His eyes flutter closed, and his hot breath is on me.

“I want this. I want you, but I don’t want it to change anything between us,” I whisper.

“Nothing changes if you don’t want it to.”

He draws an X over his heart with his opposite hand. It’s our unbreakable promise to one another, something we’ve always done since we were little. We’ve never broken the ones we’ve made.

I do the same back to him. We seal it with a kiss.

Running my fingers through his hair, I push him back. Then, I lift one of my thick thighs and straddle him, letting out a huff when I feel the tip of him at my entrance. Shifting my body forward, I stay suspended above him because I know once this line is crossed, there is no going back.

“Scared?” He lifts his brows.

“You were right about little Harri. He’s not little.” I always knew Harrison had a package, but I’m more than scared he’ll wreck me.

He places his hands behind his head and watches me with a devilish grin painted across his lips. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long-ass time.”

“Fuck, same,” I say, tugging his lip into my mouth and sucking.

Right now, nothing is off the table. There are no limits or boundaries that are keeping us away from one another. It’s just us and our insatiable need to get the other out of our system. Right?

I know how being with Harrison works. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and tonight, I feel like royalty, like his queen. He looks at me like I’m perfection with that damn female gaze. He will have anyone believing he’s in love with them. Even me.

As our tongues twist together, his rough hands run up my legs, and he cups my ass.

“Mmm,” he hums as I slowly sink onto him. “I fucking love your body.”

Soft pants release from my mouth, and when our ends meet, butterflies swarm me.

“You feel so good,” I whisper as he fills me so damn full. “I understand the addiction now.”

This makes him chuckle as he slides his hands to my waist, kissing my shoulder. “Your skin against my lips—you’re like a drug.”

Light moans fill the space as I pick up my pace. As I throw my hair back, I feel Harrison’s thumb circling my clit as I ride him, and I nearly have an out-of-body experience.

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