Harper bit her lip, eyes flickering with conflict and hope.
"So, you accept?" She asked softly, voice mosquito-quiet.
I stilled. "Accept what?"
"This relationship... with me." She looked up, eyes misty.
She was asking if I'd take pure physical?
Why not?
My gaze raked her trembling lips, body hitting every mark of my type.
She was clean, docile, and she even made those simple home-cooked meals that actually settled my stomach.
In bed, she was tight enough to drive me insane, her reactions genuine, almost cute. Most importantly, she wasn't like those greedy socialites—she was safe, like the perfect doll who never demanded any emotional investment from me.
All I had to do was give her money and enjoy her body.
What possible reason was there not to accept?
"Of course." I dipped, lips brushing her earlobe. "I accept. Very satisfied."
She exhaled, a visible wave of relief washing over her, her whole body loosening like a weight had lifted. Those wide eyes sparkled now, not with tears, but something brighter—joy, maybe even eagerness.
Damn, she was easy to read, and right then, it hit me: when Harper was happy, she'd do just about anything.
The tension in her shoulders melted, her lips curving into a shy smile that made my cock twitch harder against my pants. I'd been half-hard since spotting her in that towel, but now? It ached, straining like it wanted out yesterday.
I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, letting her see the hunger in mine. "Feel that?" I murmured, guiding her hand down to press against the bulge in my slacks. She gasped softly, fingers tentative at first, but she didn't pull away. "I'm so fucking hard for you, Harper."
Her cheeks burned pink, but that relief-fueled happiness kept her bold. She nodded, biting her lip again, and started stroking me through the fabric—slow, unsure strokes that only ramped up the need. "Like this?" she whispered, voice breathy, like she was testing the waters but desperate to please.
"Yeah, just like that," I growled, voice rough as I unzipped,freeing my cock into her palm. It throbbed hot and heavy in her hand, the skin velvet-smooth over steel.
She wrapped her fingers around it, awkward but eager, pumping gently. Her touch was inexperienced, almost clumsy, but fuck, that raw sincerity made it hotter.
I thrust lightly into her grip, watching her eyes widen as she felt the full length, the veins pulsing under her touch. "Now, on your knees, sweetheart. I want your mouth on me."
She hesitated for a split second, but that spark of joy won out—she sank down, towel still clinging precariously, her wet hair framing her face like a halo. Kneeling there, she looked up at me with those big, trusting eyes, and damn if it didn't make me harder.
"I've... never done this much," she admitted softly, but she leaned in anyway, tongue darting out to lick the tip, tasting the pre-cum beading there. Her movements were hesitant, lips parting to take me in inch by inch, sucking lightly while her hand worked the base.
I groaned, threading fingers through her damp hair, guiding her without forcing. "Good girl. Suck it deeper—yeah, like that." She hummed around me, the vibration shooting straight to my balls, and even though she gagged a little when I hit the back of her throat, she didn't stop.
Sloppy, unpolished, but so fucking willing it drove me wild.
I let her set the pace for a bit, watching her cheeks hollow as she bobbed, her free hand bracing on my thigh. The warmth of her mouth, the swirl of her tongue—it was heaven, especially after days of pent-up stress.
But I wanted more. Noticed how her thighs pressed together, how she squirmed a little—like she was getting wet just from this. That happiness made her pliable, open to anything.
"Stand up," I commanded softly, pulling her off me with a wet pop. She rose, lips swollen and shiny, breathing heavy. I tugged the towel away, letting it drop, exposing her full, soft curves—breasts heavy and nipples pebbled, the dip of her waist leading to those hips I loved gripping.
I backed her toward the bed, shedding my shirt and kicking off mypants along the way. "Lie down and spread your legs for me, Harper. Show me how much you want this."
She complied instantly, that relieved glow making her bold—she climbed onto the sheets, parting her thighs wide, exposing her glistening pussy. Fuck, she was soaked, folds pink and swollen, clit begging for attention.
"Touch yourself," I added, voice low as I stroked my cock, watching her. "Make yourself come while I watch."
