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Her eyes flared, but she did as told.

I tossed the shirt to the floor, took a step back, and drank her in. Her pale tits on display, her creamy-pink small nipples beaded into a sharp peak just begging for me to take them in my mouth to suck and nip on. I knew their taste, I memorized it, and just looking at them, my mouth watered. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

Her arms twitched as if to cover her.

“Do not move a fucking inch.” I growled. “I want to burn this image of you into my brain. God, you’re a vision.”

I reached out, and traced her nipple with my knuckle, watching it as it tightened even more tearing a mewl pained out of Harley’s mouth at the barely there touch. “Fucking hell. So responsive. So mouthwatering.”

Harley’s breaths became shallow.

I traced my knuckle to her collarbone watching as a shiver ran through her body. “Your skin is like silk. I could touch it for a lifetime, and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

“Carter,” her voice held a plea.

“Not yet, my little Dynamo.”

I teased.

I grasped her arms then, turning her so her back was flush to my front.

Palming her tits, I gave them a teasing pinch, and then slid my hand right into her painties. Her hand fell forward, her eyes tracked my every move.

My fingers explored her pussy, feeling its lips quivering and opening to my touch. “This pussy. I want to bury myself so deep, you’ll feel me for the rest of your life.”

She clenched her thighs together in vain attempt to get me to put more pressure to rub her pulsing clit. “Carter,” my name was a pant on her lips.

I withdrew my fingers, turned my head, and nipped her jaw. “Be a good girl for me, Dynamo.”

“I can’t,” she wailed then.

“Yes, you can.”

She whimpered, but relaxed her legs, opening them slightly. “Good girl.” I purred in her ear and pinched her clit.

“Jesus,” she moaned.

“What’d I say, Dynamo?” I hummed. “Only my name is on your lips.”

I slid two of my fingers inside her then. Her muscles clamped down on them instantly, and wetness pooled in my palm.

Fuck me, she was going to be the death of me.

“Please,” she begged, her head flying back and hitting my shoulder.

“What do you need?”

“Everything,” she breathed, arching her chest.

“Say exactly what you need,” I curled my fingers inside her cunt, and with the other hand twisted then pinched her nipple.

“I need to feel you inside me. Need to fill me with your cock.”

My mouth went dry, “I love you,” I said before I removed my hands from her delicious body and threw her on the bed.

I grasped her ankles and pulled her back, ass in the air, knees spread wide.

“Fuck, but you’re a vision.” I couldn’t tear my eyes from the sweet image in front of me. Harley, ass in the air, her knees wide apart, her pussy weeping and quivering for me.