Harper dropped her head back on my chest and moaned, “That feels good.”
“Oh yeah?” I grazed my lips off hers and inhaled her shuddered gasp. “You want more, baby?”
She nodded her head and breathed out, “Yes please.”
Please? Fuck me. I wanted to hear her say please while I drove my cock into her over and over again. But this wasn’t the time for that. Fighting to contain my urges, I gripped onto the side of the tub with my free hand, then pushed her finger and mine inside her entrance. Her walls clamped down as Harper’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.
That’s when I snapped.
Before I knew what I was doing, I’d lifted her up and twisted her around to sit on my lap. The instant her heat met my cock, I knew I was addicted. No alcohol or drug in the world felt better than this. Groaning, I grabbed Harper’s hips and rocked her forward, sliding her pussy over my shaft. She liked it too. I could tell by the way her fingers were digging into my chest. But that wasn’t enough.
I needed to be inside her, so deep that my name would be branded on her soul, like my mark was on her neck. When I threw my arm under her ass and lifted her to line up my fist thrust, Harper shot up on her knees.
“No… wait…”
It was too late for waits. One quick readjustment and it didn’t matter how stiff she went, I was still able to sink into nirvana. My brain barely registered the bite of her nails in my shoulders, but I did pick up on the quiet little wince she let out. Her inner walls were fighting back, trying to push me out. One hard thrust while I slammed her down solved that problem.
Harper tried to wriggle away but I just dug my fingers into her hips and held her where I wanted her. Despite what she thought, I wasn’t deep enough.
“I can’t,” she whined while shaking her head.
Yes she fucking could.
“You’re going to take every…”grind…“last…”thrust…“inch.”
I couldn’t help but smirk at the way Harper buried her face in the crook of my neck. “I’m sore.”
“But it feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Mason–”
“That’s it baby, say my name.” I slapped her ass, spurring her to jerk forward.
Now that felt really fucking good. I wanted more of that.
“I’ll tell you what, Freckles. If you don’t want it to hurt…” I pinched her chin and pulled her in so I could suck that plump bottom lip in my mouth. “Then you better fuck me.”
The shock on her face got me hard, but the curiosity shining in her eyes… that shit was euphoric. “B-but… I don’t…” My breath hitched when she peeked up at me through her lashes. “I don’t know how.”
This girl was going to be the death of me.
“It’s not that hard,” I said while clinging onto the edges of the tub to stop myself from taking over. “Bob up and down on my dick until something feels good.”
Her face screwed up in the cutest confused scowl. “How will I know if you like it?”
“Trust me, I’ll like it.” She could sit on top of me and sneeze for ten minutes and I’d like it. “I want to watch you make yourself come.”
My forearms flexed, pressing my fingers into the cast iron. If she kept wriggling her ass like that, I was gonna blow my load before she did shit.
“Hurry the fuck up, Freckles.” I arched a brow at her. “Unless you want me to take over?”
That worked. Harper gave one little tiny jump that shot a lightning bolt up my spine. Then she gave another and another. Until finally she was moaning and riding me like the wanton little slut I wanted her to be.
It took everything in me to hold back. I imagined Micha in lingerie, Logan getting his dick booped, and even tried picturing Grams in her underwear. None of that could overshadow the way Harper felt wrapped around me while she clawed at my chest. When her pussy clamped down on my shaft, I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I slammed her down as hard as I could while biting into her neck and emptying my load in her warm, wet walls.
We sat there for a bit, Harper slumped against me while I fought to catch my breath. But when the haze of our erotic moment passed, reality came back. As much as I wished the girl in my arms was the same one I picked all those years ago, she wasn’t.
This Harper Callaghan was the one that killed mine. Even if I wanted to go back, I couldn’t. My soul was tainted long before her betrayal. She was supposed to be the thing that kept me going, not the final nail in my coffin.
