Page 68 of Butter My Biscuit

It’s not supposed to feel like this. I’m not supposed to enjoy each second or wish it would last a lifetime.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I moan out, the orgasm threatening to spill over, but he doesn’t give me what I crave, not yet.

He’s not rushing, regardless if I’m nearly begging for it.

Harrison rocks his hips, giving me even more of him, causing more friction and force. Every part of my body goes rigid, and just as my mouth falls open, he rolls me over onto my back.

“I need it,” I cry out.

So close.

Harrison pins my wrists above my head. His mouth hovers above mine as he slides out of me. “Enjoy it, princess,” he whispers.

The anticipation of feeling him again is almost too much.

“Because we’re a onetime thing and then we’re done?” I ask, making sure I have the right expectations. I won’t be like one of his obsessed ladies of the night who begs for more of him.

But I have to get him out of my system.Now.

“You know my rules have never applied toyou.”

He shakes his head, and I hold my breath, eagerly waiting. I think, at this point, if he breathed on me, I’d come.

“No?” I tilt my head and smirk. “I knew you liked snuggling with me.”

“I’m not admitting to that.” He smiles, nuzzling into my neck before he returns to my mouth.

We kiss, and he slowly allows my body to adjust to his length and girth as he reenters me. His mouth captures my nipple, and he twirls the hard peak with his tongue. My eyes flutter closed, and I feel as if I’m losing my grasp on reality. Being with him feels different.

He moves hair out of my face and traces the shell of my ear with his lips. Neither of us says a word as our breaths fill the space.

“I …think… I’m … close,” I say, feeling the warmth spreading through my body again. It’s slow and agonizing, torturous even. My back arches off the stacked blankets, and at any second, I’ll lose myself.

“Youthink?” He takes my bottom lip into his mouth and sucks. “What does that mean?”

He thrusts forward, giving me all of him as my toes curl. My head rolls back on my shoulders, and then he pulls away.

“Noooo.Please don’t stop, not yet,” I beg, breathless, greedy, teetering on the edge. I’m so close that if he gave me one hard thrust, I’d crumble under him. My entire body is seized up, a cup waiting to pour over.

“Tell me what that means, or I’ll edge you the rest of the night.” He swipes his thumb across my cheek, wearing a panty-dropping smirk. “I’ve got plenty of time.”

“No one other than myself hasevergiven me an orgasm,” I whisper,desperatelyneeding to come.

“Mmm. I’m gonna be your first? Damn, princess.” He swallows hard.

“Yes. Now, can you please fuck me and give me a night I won’t ever forget?”

His lips slam against mine, and Harrison quickly builds me back up.

“Be a good girl and come for me,” he whispers.

“Yes,” I hiss as he gives me every thick inch.

My head falls back, and my heart feels like it might stop when I finally spill over. Harrison continues to pump into me as I scratch my nails down his back. Reality shatters around me as my muscles contract.

“Fuck,” he growls. “So tight,” he whispers as my pussy clenches around him. And then he’s groaning out his release.

We stay like this for a few minutes, and I think we’re both in shock.

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