Page 69 of Every Little Thing

She didn’t even hesitate. Shewasa good girl. Her hands shook a little, but she reached down and tugged her shirt up, dropping it onto the floor. I bit my lip, taking her in—the soft, smooth skin of her stomach, the dip in her hips, the contrast between the lightly tanned tone of her skin and the jet-black ink of her tattoos running along her shoulders and tapering off at her collar.

“Hands up above your head,” I said, and she complied, quickly, obediently. She didn’t try to arguewe shouldn’t do thisanymore—just did what she was told. God, it was addictive.

I bent down and kissed her waist, softly, delicately, savoring the way she jerked her hips up against me at the feathery lightness of the touch. She whimpered, pleading my name under her voice, and I looked up to meet her eyes while I dragged my tongue slowly up along her. She bit her lip hard, and I loved the look of lust flaring in her eyes.

“You need this, don’t you?” I whispered, moving my hand to tease over her inner thigh. She closed her eyes with a low moan, rocking her hips against me, and I savored the moment of Harper desperate, searching for friction, me not quite giving her anything, before I grabbed her roughly by the thighs and spread them wider. She let out a small cry, digging her fingernails into the sofa on either side of her.

“Paisley—”

“Mm. You look so pretty getting so desperate for me.” I pressed a kiss against the front of her pants, feeling the heat of her core burning through the fabric, warm on my lips, and she gasped at the touch.

“Oh my god—”

“You want me to fuck you, don’t you, Harper?”

“I…” She looked away, face burning. I climbed up to straddle her, turning her chin back towards me.

“Be a good girl and say it.”

She whimpered before she nodded, breathless. “I… want you to fuck me.”

There seriously wasn’t anything better in the world than Harper begging me to do whatever I wanted with her. I was getting soaked just seeing her like this. “Good girl,” I said. “Then go ahead and take the rest of this off, too. I want to see you on your knees.”

I’d barely even moved off of her before she was stripping her clothes off frantically, fumbling with the hooks on her bra before she dropped it on the floor, her pants and underwear next.

She wassoready for me. She’d shaved and everything. I bit my lip, stroking up close to the top of her thigh, tracing the creases in her skin there. “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you, Harper?”

She bit her lip. “Paisley… please…”

I bent down and pressed a kiss against the top of one breast. “If you’re going to beg, you might as well get on your knees.”

She gasped out a breathless noise, but she obeyed—slipped down off the couch and onto her knees, looking up at me, pleading. “Please,” she whispered, and didn’t she just look so perfect like that? Those innocent, sweet little eyes stained with lust, looking up at me like she’d die if I didn’t take her, use her, ruin her pretty little body? I caressed a hand down the side of her face, cradling her by the chin, and I whispered in the softest tone I could.

“Good girl.”

It always lit her up when I said that. I loved it. I caressed my fingers through her hair, stroking her with my thumb as I looked her over, taking her in.

“You got what I told you to, right?”

She let out a breathless murmur, nodding. “It’s… it’s in the bedroom. Bedside table, on the left.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” I laughed, standing up. “Stay there for me.”

It had been a random impulse telling her to buy a toy, but it was a lot more fun than just buying it myself. And I’d been thinking about it ever since.

I found it in her bedroom right where she’d told me, the O-ring harness and a long, jet-black strap-on dildo, and I fitted it on easily. I still kept my clothes on over it, pants open for the strap, just… the idea of having Harper on her knees naked for me while I was still dressed was fun somehow. And she seemed to like it, too, once I came back out of the bedroom, her eyes fixing squarely on the strap, her face red.

“Someone’s excited,” I laughed, standing over her and having a really, really special time seeing how it looked with my cock in her face. “You could try looking at me, instead of just my cock…”

“I—” She blushed harder still, looking up at me. “S-sorry—I—”

I laughed, brushing my thumb over her cheekbone. “I’m teasing you. You picked out a good one. Fits nicely. You were averygood girl picking this out.”

She swallowed hard. “Paisley…”

“I gave you a compliment.” I put a finger to her lips. “It’sthank you, ma’am.”

“Th-thank you… ma’am.”

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