The sky is orange with the sun about to set. Harper has the night off from performing and is unpacking while Tyler and I discuss business plans for The Scarlet Mirage. Our concentration is being put to the test with Harper singing and dancing, blissfully happy as she sorts through boxes. Her dress fans out as she twirls across the living room, revealing the dagger she always keeps strapped to her thigh.
God, I want to fuck her right now. But there’s so much sex that goes on in this household and so little work. Attempting to concentrate, I drag my eyes back to the floorplan on the desk.
“The entrance to the gambling den would work well on the east wall, don’t you think?”
When my question goes unanswered, I glance at Tyler, finding his eyes pinned on Harper. I’m not the least bit surprised. He has sex on his mind more than I do.
Harper twirls by me again. This time, I grab her by the waist and pull her onto my lap. She squeals, laughing and playfully pushing me away. Work can wait. I can’t think straight now that she’s in my arms, and plan to strip her out of these clothes. But my first concern is the condition of Harper’s hands and how poorly they’re healing after our ceremony one week ago.
Being gentle, I unwrap her bandages, examining each palm. Tyler and I didn’t cut deep, but the wounds keep reopening each time she dances.
“Your hands aren’t too sore with all the unpacking?” I ask.
“My hands are fine.”
Tyler hooks her legs over his lap and strokes her thighs. “Maybe you should take it easy. No more unpacking tonight. We’ll run you a hot bath to relax in.”
I re-wrap the bandages around her hands, liking Tyler’s idea.
“I don’t need to relax. I want to keep setting up our home. I should let you two get back to work.” Harper brushes her lips feather-light to mine in the world’s most innocent kiss, but grinds her ass against my cock and moans. A second later, she climbs off me and pecks Tyler. “Work hard, you two.”
Blood rushes to my dick. I grip her wrist before she can prance away. “Harper, what the fuck was that?”
She smiles sweetly, acting all doe-eyed and confused. “What was what?”
“Bedroom.Now,” I order.
“I still don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m busy unpacking.”
I growl, wrapping my arm around Harper’s waist and tossing her over my shoulder, smacking her ass as I carry her to our bedroom. “If you grind against my cock, you’re going to get fucked.”
She giggles, her voice breathy and feminine. I feel it in the tip of my dick.
Harper’s dress rides up as I drop her to the bed,revealing a lacy thong. Her red hair splays along the mattress, contrasting with the black satin sheets. She’s gorgeous, her breasts swelling with each excited breath.
I unbuckle my belt. “Clothes off. Get on your hands and knees.”
While Harper flings her clothes aside and gets into position, I hear Tyler enter the room but am too busy to pay attention to him. Within an instant, I’m undressed and grabbing Harper from behind, making her cry out as my cock slams into her.
She’s so tight and wet. Every time we have sex, I become more addicted to her, so fucking turned on by her sweet little gasps. Each thrust makes her moan louder. Harper clutches the sheets. Her back arches, allowing me to take her deeper.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” She rocks against me.
“That’s it. Push back. Grind your pussy against my dick.”
Tyler kneels on the bed in front of Harper. All of his clothes are gone.
“You want this?” His voice is husky. Harper’s pussy clenches around me as Tyler traces the head of his dick along her lips.
“Yes.Please,” she begs.
“Open those pretty lips, baby,” he murmurs, feeding his cock into her mouth.
She takes him deep, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks hard.
“Shit.” Tyler jolts from the sudden pleasure. He gripsHarper’s hair, watching himself fuck her mouth. “Those lips are talented. You’re so good at this.”
