“Oh, that’s . . . it’s so good,” she moaned, tugging on me harder.
I needed a taste. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked her moisture off them as she watched me. Her tongue came out and licked her lips. My balls drew up and I knew I was there. I started to cover myself to keep from getting any on her, but she wanted to see this, so I laid my head back and cried out her name as I came undone in her hands.
She made a surprised sound but kept holding on to me while I shot all over her hands and arms. My hips bucked, relishing the feel of coming so she could see it. When her hand touched the tip of my head to touch the come, still slowly leaking out, I grabbed her wrist and cursed. “Fuck, baby, don’t. Too sensitive.”
Her breathing was fast and hard like mine. This had turned her on. I looked down at her hands and saw myself all over her. She wasn’t wiping it off, she was studying it, too. Her br**sts were bouncing with each hard breath she took. Fuck. I was already getting hard again.
I grabbed the tissues and started cleaning her off.
“Can I do that again sometime? I liked it. I liked the face you made when you did it,” she said. Her blunt admission made my already stirring c**k begin to rise.
Only Harlow.
“Baby, anytime you want to touch my c**k it’s yours. You can make it do whatever the hell you want it to.”
She smiled and lifted the hand I hadn’t cleaned to her mouth and licked my come off her finger. I stopped moving. I stopped breathing.
“I like the way it tastes,” she said before licking another spot clean off her hand.
I was dead. That was the only explanation for this. I had made it to a place where little, sexy, dirty angels made men’s fantasies come to life.
“Next time, will you do it in my mouth?” she asked, holding out her hand for me to finish cleaning it.
“You wanted me hard again. Well, you f**king well achieved it,” I told her, wiping the come off, then grabbing a condom from my wallet and jamming it on. “I can’t take you talking like that. Now I need you,” I told her as I lifted her hips and slammed her down on me, causing her to scream out.
“You want to play with my cock, baby, then you can f**king play with my cock,” I told her as I lifted her hips and slammed her back down.
“Yes!” She threw her head back and shoved her tits in my face. Both large, pink ni**les right there for me to latch on to. I began to suck one and she grabbed my head and held it there. “Harder. Suck me harder,” she said, and I bit down on the hard bud, unable to control myself.
“Oh, God, Grant! That’s so good. More,” she begged as I switched br**sts. She started to take over, lifting her hips and slamming back down on me.
“Is this what you wanted?” I asked her as she rode me harder.
“Yes!” she screamed.
“Say it. Tell me what you want.” I needed to hear that sweet mouth talk dirty.
She opened her eyes and looked right at me, then licked her lips. “I want you to f**k me hard,” she said slowly, and I let out a growl I didn’t recognize and began pumping into her as hard as I could. Her br**sts bounced in front of me, making the scene even more erotic.
I had never imagined Harlow like this. But damned if I didn’t like it. She’d just taken amazing sex and made it mind-blowing.
“I’m gonna come,” she said, grabbing my hair and burying my face in her chest. I liked it there just fine. I took a bite of her swollen br**sts and she cried out my name and began trembling over me. She clawed at my back again and said my name over and over.
I grabbed both her tits and squeezed as my release hit me and I pumped into her, wishing there was no barrier. I wanted to mark her as mine. I wasn’t sharing this. Ever.
Harlow
Iwas a slut. Or trauma made me a slut. I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t been able to look at Grant since I’d basically raped him, then moved over to my seat and pulled my pants back on. He had kept his hand on my leg or his fingers laced in mine, but he didn’t force me to talk.
I figured either he didn’t realize I was a slut or he was feeling sorry for me today. My face heated at the memory of him coming on my hands and me tasting it. I knew about blowjobs. I knew women must like it to do it. So I was curious. But now that I had made him come in my hands and tasted him, I was embarrassed. I didn’t do things like that. It wasn’t me. I had just needed to be reminded I was alive. Grant made me feel alive and as if nothing could touch me.
I had today, though, and it had been good. He’d made me feel good. My left breast still stung from the bite he took out of me. I tried not to smile thinking about his mouth leaving a mark on my boob. I liked that too much.
Maybe I liked being a slut. I was embarrassed, sure, but I felt really good. My body was still humming from the orgasm he’d given me.
“You going to sit over there, silent, and smile like that the rest of the way home? ’Cause if you are I’m gonna have to pull over again.”
I laughed and turned to look at him. His sexy grin was on his face as he watched me.