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Not that he would mind in the slightest.

“Jesus fuck, Harper.” He tries to lift his head off the bed, but I thread a hand through his messy black hair and pin it to the bed.

“Want a taste, Honey?”

“Fuck yes, I do.”

I pull his hair hard, and the moan he lets out is a mix of pain and pleasure. “What was that?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s my boy.” Before he can get another word out, I lower my hips and sit on his face. Before I met the three of them, regardless of how confident I was or was not with my body, I would have hovered, afraid my weight and thick thighs would suffocate the poor guy underneath me. Not my guys.

They want everything I can give them.

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Mac

Idon’t know where my sweet, submissive Harper has gone, but fucking hell. Never, and I mean never, has a woman taken charge of me like this. And what’s more, I didn’t think I’d like it this much.

No. I don’t like it. I love it. I’m now obsessed with it. My dick has never been this hard in my entire life. I have never craved to be inside of Harper more than I do now. But she wants to come all over my face, and I’ll be fucked if that’s not what she’s going to get.

The harder my tongue thrusts inside of her, the more she rocks back and forth. My hands are practically burning with the urge to wrap them around her and grab her full ass. Even with the ropes tied tight around my wrists, I know If I pulled hard enough, I could slip free, but I don’t dare shatter the illusion.

Needing more, she reaches down with the hand that’s not tightly gripping my hair and starts rubbing her clit. The moment her finger touches the sensitive bundle of nerves, a wave of her release coats my tongue.

God, she tastes fucking delicious.

Her pussy muffles my desperate moan, and I can feel precum dripping out of my cock and onto my stomach.

“Mac, don’t stop.”

Don’t stop. Is she serious?

I keep tongue fucking her like my life depends on it, and in just a few seconds, she rocks her hips forward one more time before coming on my face. Her screams are drowned out as her thighs tighten around my head, muffling my ears. I continue to lap up every delicious ounce of her release until she lifts herself off of me.

Shuffling over my shoulders so she’s back to straddling my chest, covering it in her cum, she bends down and slams her lips against mine. Harper pushes her tongue inside my mouth, and as she tastes her release, I swallow her wanton moan.

She pulls off, breathless, and just when I think she’s going to grant me mercy and return the favor, she moves back down my body toward the end of the bed. With a satisfied smile on her face, she picks up the other item she brought in.

Pressing the jeweled button on the end, the small buck bullet buzzes to life. Still kneeling between my legs, she reaches out and runs the vibrator up the length of my dick. Pleasure lights up my body from my head all the way to my damn toes, and I have to clench my teeth to stop myself from blowing my load all over my stomach.

“Does that feel good?” Her sultry voice further adds to my struggle.

“Mhmmm.”

Harper runs the vibrator over the head of my dick, and when she drags it through my leaking slit, I jump. The vibrations are almost more than I can handle. “Say it, Mac. Tell me how it feels.”

“It feels . . . fuck, so fucking good.” She continues working the small black toy up and down my dick. Each pass feels like torture, yet at the same time, I never want it to fucking end.

“Mo Grá,” I say through gritted teeth when I finally feel like I can’t hold it anymore. “If you don’t stop I’m going to come.”

She gives me that devious grin again, as if she’s really thinking hard about her options when we both know that’s a fucking lie, before turning off the toy and throwing it on the floor behind her. I can’t decide whether or not I’m relieved or immediately want it back. “Can’t have that, can we.”

Leaning forward, she grabs my dick with one hand. The feel of her skin finally touching me causes my eyes to roll back into my head. Then she runs her tongue over the head of my dick, tasting the obnoxious amount of precum, and I swear I’m done for. But, as if she read my mind, she reaches up and grabs my jaw in her delicate hand, forcing my eyes to open and look down at her. “No. You don’t come anywhere but inside of me.”

I’ll say it again—Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

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