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Looking into her eyes, the entire world around us fades away. I forget about all my troubles, sorrows, and pain. There is just us, and nothing else. With a feverish, but tender need, I pepper kisses down the length of her body, moving until I reach her mound.
With a hand, I spread her legs, and they fall open, exposing her pretty pussy to me. Her folds are already glistening with arousal, and I swallow the groan down that was forming in my throat. My mouth waters, and it’s like no matter how much I try and satiate my appetite for her, I can never get enough. I’m always hungry, always ready for more. No one and nothing else will ever satisfy my need like Harper does.
Falling to my stomach, I slide my hands under her ass and bring her pussy to my face.
“Warren,” she squeals, and I smile joyfully. It reminds me of all the times when we were kids, and I would do whatever I could to make her smile and laugh.
“Let me feast,” I growl and dive into her pussy like it’s an Olympic pool. I show no mercy when it comes to curbing my needs. I lick and taste her like it’s my last time. Like I’ll never be given another chance.
Her hands move into my hair, tugging on the strands, each tug sends a pulse of red-hot pleasure straight to my cock. Licking her from top to bottom, I pay special attention to her clit as I bury my face between her folds. I suck and nibble on the diamond-hard bud, before dipping my tongue inside her tight entrance. She starts to grind her pussy against my face, and I let her, licking her right where she needs me most, in her warm, pink, center.
When she starts to wither against the sheets, I know she’s close.
“Mmmm…” I growl into her folds and pinch her clit between my teeth. I do this a couple more times, and I’m rewarded with a deep throaty moan. A few seconds later, she explodes, her release gushing into my mouth. I lap every sweet drop up before pulling away, then I sit up, spread her thighs real wide, and drag the head of my cock to her entrance.
“You’re on birth control, right?”
“Yes, I told you the other day,” she says, her tone needy.
“Good, ’cause I’m about to blow a fat load in you.” I’m tempted to slam into her but instead ease in, watching as her eyes roll to the back of her head with pleasure, her tight little pussy still convulses around my cock, barely allowing me entrance.
“Mine,” I growl as I possessively move in and out of her. My hands grip onto her hips, holding her in place, but no matter how much I tell myself to be gentle in touching her, I can’t. I need to make sure she knows she’s mine, that if anyone fucks with her, they’re fucking with me. “You have always belonged with me,” I hiss, pumping in and out of her. She mewls, her pink lips part, and she gasps as I swivel my hips, my cock grazing her g-spot.
I can’t get enough of her, and it’s like no matter how badly the downfall will be, no matter how much it’s going to hurt when it all falls apart, I’ll go through the pain even for a tiny slice of heaven.
“I’m…I’m coming…” Harper whimpers, her big hazel eyes pierce mine, and when we’re like this, I can feel how vulnerable and fragile she is, and if I had my way, I’d have her like this forever, but I can’t.
Wanting to feel closer to her and be deeper inside her, I pick her up and haul her to my chest. The movement sends her over the edge, and as she falls apart in my arms, I thrust upward, her tight channel squeezing my own release from my balls. Without warning, I start coming, filling her with my sticky release.
Chest to chest, I can feel our pulses matching in beat. Hearts slamming against hearts. I want this forever with her, but again I’m reminded of our past. Forgive, but forget? I don’t know. I don’t know if I can let the pain of her betrayal go. Deep down, I know I still love her. I know she is it for me, but…
Staring at each other, our eyes locked together, her arms wrapped around my neck. Nothing in this world could ruin this moment, nothing. Then a knock sounds against the door, and for a moment, I think I’m hearing things.
The doorknob jiggles, and I don’t know what to think, or even do.
“Open the door, son,” my father’s stern voice filters through the door. What the hell is he doing here? I blink the confusion from my eyes and watch in horror as Harper scurries off my lap. She grabs the blanket and wraps it around herself as if that’s going to make her disappear from the room. She looks like she might throw up, and that’s not surprising; my father has that impact on people. I contemplate telling her to go hide in the bathroom but decide against it. I don’t care what my father has to say. Most likely, he won’t even remember her.
