He shakes his head. “Leave everything. The housekeepers will take care of them.”
I don’t like the idea of anyone else in the house while we’re here.
“Can you give them off too? I want it just to be us two. I don’t feel comfortable with them here.”
“Jules, it’s a big house. We need the help.”
“I know.” I run my fingertips along his chiseled jaw. “Please? It’s only us, and we’ll barely make a mess. They can come back when the others arrive.”
He doesn’t answer, but when he reaches around me to type a message on his phone, I know he’s just made it happen.
He throws his phone down, then stands abruptly, cupping my ass, as my boobs bounce up and down in his face from his brisk walk to the other side of the table.
He lays me down on and stands there for a moment, staring down at my body. “We still have dessert, Harrison.”
“First, we fuck, then I eat you, then we make love. The most perfect three-layer dessert I’ve ever had.”
I laugh out loud. “Except I made your favorite, pavlova. Not cake.”
“Fuck yes,” he growls as he pushes my panties aside to swipe through my center. Completely ignoring the words coming out of my mouth.
He’s in his element, and unless it’s about sex, he wants to hear nothing about it.
He stands there for a moment, rubbing me back and forth, not making a move to do anything else.
“Ohhh…that feels good.” My breath catches, and my hips rise as he circles my clit. “What are you doing?”
His eyes snap to mine, darkening as he tries to catch his breath. “Calming myself down.” He’s only like this when he wants to take me harder than he thinks I can handle.
He knows I love it, so what’s the problem?
“H…please,” I breathe.
He finally snaps, and in one quick movement, his bathing suit is off, and his cock shoots out, already dripping with pre-come.
God, he’s enormous. No matter how many times I see it, it still wows me.
He slides his fingers through my core again, parting my swollen lips wide. “I’m obsessed with your cunt, baby. Always so pink and wet. It was made for me and only me, wasn’t it?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Always. Only you.”
He pushes two thick fingers inside me and begins to fuck me hard. There’s no warming up…thisisthe warm-up.
Naturally, my legs open wide, and my head drops back as the feeling of euphoria takes over. In and out, he pushes his fingers inside of me, and every now and again, Harrison brushes his thumb over my clit with a steady rhythm.
The room is silent, besides our heavy breathing and the sound of my wetness sucking in his fingers with every movement he makes.
He’s so fucking hot. I can’t take it.
There can’t possibly be a better feeling in the world than this.
He leans over and braces his left forearm on the table, dropping his head to suck my nipple. He bites down. “Ouch,”I cry, and he bites harder, sending a straight shot of pleasure below. Then he quickly soothes me with slow, soothing swirls of his tongue.
Not yet…not yet, I repeat over and over again.
No…no. Please.
I reach out and take his dick, stroking it hard, matching his pace. “Oh, my fuck.” He mumbles around me while he brings his knee up to the table for better leverage and begins pumping his cock into my hand.
