Now I know what they mean when they say knuckles deep.
When I let out a soft, breathless moan, he picks up his pace, moving his fingers in and out, stretching my forbidden area until it burns. It doesn’t hurt, it feels better than I ever expected, and quickly pleasure starts to build. I bite the pillow so I don’t scream loudly, knowing it could wake the neighbors, let alone Claud.
“Fuck yes. I love it when you’re like this. Submitting to me without question. Trusting me to give you what I know you’ll love.”
“Oh, ah. God, Harrison.” This is not supposed to feel this good. Everyone I talk to says this doesn’t feel good.
What the hell have they been doing this whole time?
A slow, sexy smile widens across his face. He’s being all cocky, loving himself sick over this.
“It feels good.” He doesn’t ask.
“Yes.” I breathe through my nose as he slides in another finger.
“Hips up, baby,” he demands.
When I don’t move fast enough, he positions himself behind me, grabbing my hip with his free hand, pulling me up so I’m doggy style, head still in the pillow.
I turn to the side, and ohfuck me.
Harrison’s dick is sticking out of the top of his briefs, red, stiff, and swollen, leaking so much pre-come it looks like he’s about to burst.
He reaches his free hands around, and just before his fingers touch my clit, he slowly pulls out of my ass, drops his face down, and licks up my behind with his thick tongue.
He swirls around, causing me to shudder and shivers to crawl up my body. Then suddenly, his fingers are on my clit, and it’s too much, I explode. Without any warning, my body is shaking, my ass is pushing back into Harrison’s face, and I’m screaming bloody murder into the pillow.
I lie there, my body liquefying into the mattress, trying to catch my breath while Harrison steps away to wash his face.
His strong hands wrap around me and attempt to pull me up, but I’m too exhausted, so I flop onto his chest. “Good morning, beautiful Juliette.” He leans down and kisses me passionately like he’s missed me for a lifetime and can’t hold back.
Kissing Harrison gets better every time.
He leans back, and his eyes glow with a deep affection that wraps around my heart. I can feel by the look in his eyes that the words he spoke yesterday were true.
“Are you okay?” He smiles, proud of himself. “That wasn’t supposed to happen, by the way. I woke up next to you, looking so tempting, and only wanted to make you feel good, then I got carried away.”
“You definitely made me feel good,” I mutter. “What was that?”
Suddenly embarrassed, I bury my head in his neck. It’s as if I’m two different people with him, and the one in the bedroom is way more wild and free than I ever thought possible.
He lowers his voice. “That was me claiming you. A predatory need has taken over to have and own every inch of your body. I wasn’t waiting another second, and soon.” He pauses, running his hands over the globes of my ass. “I will take you here with my cock.”
I swallow the lump in my throat and nod, agreeing even though his sheer size makes me nervous as hell. Having him own me and pleasing him has always been aphrodisiac to both of us.
Harrison maneuvers me, then palms his dick, squeezing hard to calm himself.
I move his hand and attempt to mimic his movements, but surprisingly, he pushes me away.
“I’m waiting for later, baby. We need to talk about us and what happened to you yesterday.”
I freeze. How does he know?
Oh god, did the dance school call him? I know I was acting strange, but I never thought I made that much of a scene.
“I don’t know who told you what, but I promise you, Harrison, I didn’t let it affect me until after Claud went to bed. I just couldn’t hold back my emotions any longer. Everything lately feels like it’s coming up, boiling to the top, and I finally snapped. I’m so sorry.” I cry into his chest.
He pushes me back and looks down with a furrowed brow. “What are you talking about, Jules? What happened?”
