“Take your shirt off, Harley. Your bra too. Want you completely naked under my hands.”
I hurry to do as he asks. His words send a dark thrill through me. I watch him as I peel away my tank and then my bra, baring myself completely to his heated gaze. He doesn’t move to undress and the fact that he’s still standing there, full clothed, is raw and wicked and dirty in a way that I can’t explain. A rush of wetness coats my thighs, trickling down my legs.
“Take my cock out,” he commands. I can tell his words are rough and guttural because his jaw is clenched so tightly, his lips barely move at all.
I undo his belt and then work his jeans open. He lets out a hiss of pleasure and his body jerks hard when I tug his jeans and boxers down and grip his huge cock in my small fist. He throbs there, so warm and alive and incredibly huge that my mouth goes dry and the breath leaves my lungs. It’s the same way every single time I look at him. His raw masculine beauty leaves me breathless.
The fire in his eyes burns brighter as he stares down at me and I look up. “Good. Now- hands on the bed, Harley. Spread your legs wide and bend over. Show me that beautiful ass. I know you won’t be able to hear what I’m telling you, so youjust have to trust me. I’ll guide you with my hands. It might hurt at first, but it will be a sweet pain. Do you understand? Do you trust me?”
I can only nod, fear and lust mingling in my belly. His eyes glow as he looks down at me, and I know that whatever happens, Icantrust him. Trust him beyond anything in the world, because I am his and he is mine.
“You want me to stop, you tell me and I’ll stop. You got that?”
“Yes,” I mumble, his cock still throbbing in my hand.
“I mean it, Harley. I want this, but if it’s going to take time, that’s alright. Don’t want you to do this because you think you have to. Don’t want you to be in pain and not tell me. You got that? Trust goes both ways. I can’t know what you’re feeling unless you tell me. We need to go slower, we will. You feel me?”
“Yes.” I mean it, and I know he hears my sincerity when his eyes darken further.
I turn slowly, bending over, my ass in the air, my hands planted firmly on the mattress. I’m spread open for him, lewdly spread, my sex leaking down my thighs, swollen and glistening for him, my ass on full display. I imagine what he sees, and my stomach clenches so tight that I feel it straight to my toes.
I know he’s going to use me and use me hard, take me and mark me again, and that I’ll have to trust him, put myself in his big, capable hands and surrender fully.
And I do. Trust him. I want him to use me. I want him to mark me. I want to surrender. I want to be fully his because I was always made to be. Made just for him. I know that he might bring me physical discomfort or even temporary pain, but that he’ll neverhurtme.
So I squeeze my eyes shut tight and take a deep inhale and wait for the first caress of his calloused fingers against my burning skin.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Edge
The sight of those twin globes of Harley’s ass in the air could bring a man to his knees. I want to hit the floor just looking at her. This woman’s been my undoing. If she wants to lead me to destruction, a siren calling me to break up on shore, then I’ll gladly smash up against her rocks.
I hate that I lied to her about the vest. About everything it symbolizes, but I’ll tell her the truth soon enough. I just… needed her first.
I run my palm slowly, lovingly, down the slope of her ass. I continue the hot descent even as she shivers beneath me, trailing my fingers between her parted thighs, coating them in her slippery juices. Her skin is so soft, so perfect, her ass so round, that I have to grind my teeth to keep it together. She’s been so responsive to everything we’ve done already, everything I’ve shown and taught her.
I bring my hand back and with a loud crack, smack it firmly against that round, beautiful, unmarred flesh.
She gasps and her body rocks forward at the impact. I wish I could tell her how fucking beautiful she looks with the imprint of my hand on her flesh. Instead I run my fingers over the welt, softly caressing it. She moans and leans into my hand. My cock pulses, standing straight out in front of me, leaking pearly drops of moisture from the tip because I wantto be inside of her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
I make myself wait. I want to mark her first, and I rear back again and spank her. Harder than the first time. She cries out, her body rocking forward, but her hips shift back, splaying herself for more. I spank her again and then again, until her ass is a glowing bright red in the light filtering in between the closed blinds. I take in the sight, look at her presented to me like a fucking gift, and groan.
I rock back on my heels, my hand already reaching for the lube I keep in the top nightstand drawer. I pour half the fucking bottle over myself, my heart racing, blood rushing through my ears, black closing in on the edges of my vision, I’m so close to losing control.
I part the seam of her ass with one hand, while with the other, I trail slippery fingers over her tight, dark pink rosebud. Her whole body goes tense, but she doesn’t pull away. Doesn’t tell me to stop. I dip my dripping wet finger in, spreading her tight pucker for me. She moans and shakes below me, her ass clenching around my finger.
I draw back my hand and spank her hard, on the other side of her ass, while my finger is still inside her, and as she whimpers, I sink in deeper. She lets out a yelp, but it’s a throaty sound, filled with wonder and hazy pleasure.
I can’t wait any longer. I need to see if she can take all of me, or at least some of me. My dick is pounding, furious at having to wait to be inside of her. The ache nearly cripples me.
I stand beside her and adjust myself, shifting so I can bring my glistening wet dick to that sweet pucker. I feel herbody go rigid below me and I run my hand gently over the curve of her ass cheek, caressing and reassuring her.
“Gonna be okay, Harley,” I say hoarsely, even though she can’t hear me.
I push in slowly, achingly slow, with more control than I think I have in me. Sweat beads along my forehead and trails down the sides of my face in rivulets as I strain to hold myself back. Not to flex my hips. Not to drive into her and take her hard the way I long to do in my sickest, deepest, most depraved parts.
I fill her with the tip of my dick, and fuck, she’s so tight. She lets out a labored breath that I realize she’s been holding. She whimpers, but instead of pulling away, she bucks her hips back, arching into me for more.
