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Harper’s walls start tightening around my dick. I haven’t even so much as touched her clit or played with her tits, and she’s ready to fall apart around me. “Fuck, your strangling my cock, Angel.”
My grip on her neck and arm tightens, and I push her deeper into the mattress as I try to stave off my release. “I want to come, Daddy. Please let me come.”
Was she waiting for me to give her permission? Of course, she is. Because she’s my girl. And my girl doesn’t come until she’s told.
“Come, Angel. Come for Daddy.” Harper buries her face in the mattress and lets out a scream. Her entire body shakes violently beneath my hold as I quickly pull out of her, and her release soaks the bedding beneath us. A moment later, I slam back into her, only for her pussy to tighten back up around me a second time after just a few more thrusts. I pull out again, and more of her release sprays out across the sheets. “You’re doing so good for me, Harper.”
My hand slides from the back of her neck to the front, and I pull her up so her back is pinned to my chest, her arm still pinned to her back between us. With my cock pounding back into her oversensitive pussy, I bring her mouth to mine. Swallowing the sobs that are leaving her lips and tasting the tears that are rolling down her cheeks.
It doesn’t take long before I can’t hold it off any longer. I thrust to the hilt inside of her, her tight cunt still pulsing around me, and spill my release as deep as it can get.
Once I’m sure nothing is left, I pull my mouth from hers. Only her sobs don’t stop.
Fuck.
I pull out of her and gently roll her to her back, not caring about the mess she made on the bed. Harper’s entire body is still shaking as she continues to cry. “Harper?”
Shit. I should have known that was too much. She wasn’t ready. “I’m so sorry, Angel. Can you look at me? Please?”
Now I’m the one that’s begging.
Her eyes are still pinched tight as I stroke my hand down her wet cheek. “Harper. Sweetheart, please. Let me see those gorgeous, green eyes.”
Slowly, she opens them and my heart stops at how beautiful she looks.
I know that may sound strange, but it’s true.
She’s so beautiful. Just look at her face. Her glossy green eyes pierce my soul. Her freckles look as if they were placed by Picasso himself. The shade of pink that’s covering her body is what dreams are made of. And my cum dripping from between her legs reminds me that she is my home. I couldn’t dream of a more perfect picture if I tried.
After a few minutes, her ragged breath slows, and she finally speaks, “I’m okay, Finn.”
“That was too much. I shouldn’t have pushed you.”
“No. No, it’s not that. It’s—”
Her eyes dance between mine. “What is it, Angel?”
“I–I feel like myself. I feel whole.”
Jesus Christ, this woman.
I slant my mouth over hers in a gentle kiss. Pulling my lips from hers, I trail them over her cheeks, kissing away every tear. Once I’ve had my fill, I thread my fingers through her hair and look down at her. At the woman I love with every fiber of my being. The woman who has the power to both kill me and bring me back to life. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“Always, Love.”
34
Ronan
The apartment has been quiet for hours now. Where Harper’s screams of pleasure floated through the apartment like my favorite song, there’s now only light snoring coming from behind Finn’s door. The two missed dinner, but judging by how intense whatever was going on in there sounded, Mac and I didn’t want to wake them. They needed the rest, so we let them sleep.
Finn was terrified when he got home. I have never seen him so completely out of control. He’s a lot like me in that way; we both need it to thrive. Yet, at the same time, he’s so much different than me. Whereas I feel the constant need to control everyone and everything around me, making sure the outcome of any situation will play out exactly how I want it to, Finn has an insatiable desire to keep himself in check. To ensure that everything from the clothes he wears, to the tasks he carries out, to the feelings that course through him are all within the bounds of his control. So, when he saw Declan—the man who killed his parents and is actively threatening the love of our life—I know it turned his world upside down. That, coupled with the fact that when he got home, Harper was nowhere to be found, sent him into a tailspin of panic. One that even I couldn’t bring him out of.
No, the only person that could have helped him was Harper. And based on what I heard coming from that room, she did exactly that.
Which means my girl was brave. I wasn’t there, but I know that being with Finn in that state of mind and what he likely asked from her would have taken her over the edge. He would have knocked down that last wall she was keeping up, and rightfully so.
When I was with Harper after our night out at Kings, I made her feel something she’d been missing. She wanted to feel the pain and to be able to control it. To enjoy it. She wanted to take that back, and I gladly gave it to her. But, if my assumptions are correct, and they usually are, Finn made her feel everything.
