brushes her ear as I dish her a slice of reality. “I haven’t touched her since she waltzed back into my life. Not even when she came back with us to the tour bus the first time.”
“So you haven’t kissed her or anything?”
“Nope.”
“She sure likes sitting on your lap. I don’t get it. What is she to you then? Why is she here?”
“I’ve already said too much. Just know that I don’t have a romantic interest in Melissa.”
Her body relaxes into me again. I know that wheel in her head will continue to turn, but for now, she’s satisfied with the tidbit I just gave her. I’m going to regret it, so I might as well speed straight the fuck ahead. Make it worth it. I spin her around so she faces me. I easily lift her petite frame and place her on the island behind her. Her eyes soften, and the moment that passes between us fucking crushes me. I miss her softness. I pull the elastic from her top bun, watching as her dark hair falls past her shoulders.
Taking her face in my palms, I bring her closer. Our lips unite slowly, intentionally, logic fading to the background. Our tongues swirl with unadulterated passion and desperation builds. I nibble at the seam of her lips and then lick the pain away. I devour her every breath, consuming her like a drug. Her little moans make me unbelievably hard. I have to have a taste of her sweetness.
I lean her back and remove her shorts with one deft pull. Her pussy is bare for me and glistening with her essence. Throwing all fucks out the window, I bury my face in her heat. Wasting no time, I wrap her legs around my neck, urgently needing to be closer. I lick her clit, building her up, and then keeping her on edge. I alternate sucks and nibbles, my own cock in my hand as I stroke my hard-on. I tongue her pussy and watch as her head falls back.
“Please don’t stop. I need you so much,” she admits. She tries to stifle her moans, but each plunge of my tongue deeper into her depths tears at her self-control. Her ass wiggles against the granite, bucking against my face.
I remove my tongue, and she pulls me by the hair. “Please, Phoenix. Make me come.” If Asher saw her like this, he’d no doubt whip my ass. Or try to anyway. I loosen her fingers from my hair and bring her pussy back to the edge of the island. I take her mouth, then impale her on my waiting dick.
She throws her head back, the bounce on my dick an indication of her approval. This won’t be sweet or like making love. I need to pound her cunt. Remind her who owns it. I fuck her hard, each drive deeper than the last. Her tits bounce between us, and she struggles to keep our rhythm.
“Is this what you wanted, Harlow?”
My balls begin to tingle, and I know that I’m close—but not before her.
“My dick,” she swears as I angle her just right.
“Yours.” The words die on my lips, but they have their intended effect. Her orgasm is explosive, milking me as she rides every drop from me. The truth was ripped from me, and it’s too late to put the lid on it. She owns me and my dick. I won’t even speak of my heart. I stand motionless as my cock continues to throb with my release.
“Thanks for breakfast,” I finally say.
She hits my chest but then places a chaste kiss on my cheek.
“You better eat the omelet I made you,” she warns.
“Absolutely, babe. I’ve worked up quite the appetite.”
I swat her ass as she hops down and pulls her shorts back on. Her cheeks hang from beneath, and I swear I’m getting excited all over again.
“You have quite the infatuation with my ass,” she surmises.
“Infatuation … obsession, it’s all the same. You need to burn those fuck me shorts, princess.”
“If they get me pounded like just now, then not a chance,” she flirts.
She pulls them higher above her ass as she sashays out of the room. I’m tempted to go after her and drag her to my bed. Two reasons save her. One, I doubt I can get a round two in without being caught since the guys should be getting up any minute now. Reason two, being the most fucked up, is I can’t bring her to a bed