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I slip my two fingers to her front and feel that she has, in fact, drenched her lacy underwear. The fabric is hot and wet, and I can feel her swollen pussy lips fucking begging for more. If more is what she wants, I’m all too happy to give it to her.
I walk her back until she hits the table. Then I shake the tablecloth until all the plates and glasses shatter on the floor. That will be dealt with later, but right now I need a clear altar to worship my woman. I lift her onto the edge of the table, and she doesn’t wait to pull my mouth down to hers.
Her kiss is pyretic and rushed, like she’s waited all night to kiss me and now can’t get enough. I let her have her way with my mouth, plunging her tongue past my lips, as I hike her dress up and shove her panties down. I spread her thighs and groan at the sight of her glistening pussy. My fingers dig into the supple flesh of her legs, but I ache to sink my teeth into them.
She seems so lost in our kiss that I slap her inner thigh to get her attention. She yelps, but then looks at me with a fire in her eyes, letting me know just how much she liked the sharp spike of pain.
“You came so sweetly for me earlier, drenching my fingers when I ate that pretty pussy. You want it like that again? Tell me you want it,a chuisleand it’s yours.”
“Yes. God, yes.” I creep my hand closer to her center but pause, raising my brows at her. “Please, Cash, let me come. I’ll be good.Please.”
I cup her face with one hand while I wet the fingers of my others by sliding them up and down her folds. “You’re so pretty when you beg like a fucking slut. You want it?” I press my fingers at her entrance. She nods eagerly, eyes big and round as she looks up at me while worrying her lip through her teeth.God, she’s fucking gorgeous like this.All hot and needy.
“Then open your mouth.” I thumb her chin, but don’t need to apply any force as she parts her sweet lips for me on her own. “Good girl.”
When she looks up at me like this—mouth gaping, breath pumping, and eyes so fucking desperate—I want to push her to her knees and shove my cock down her waiting and eager throat again. Instead, I spit into her open mouth, my cock leaking when her eyes widen in shock. “Swallow.” I barely recognize my own voice. It’s deep and husky and so fucking thick with lust it sounds like a demon.
She swallows, and I stroke her neck as it bobs. “Such an obedient little slut.”
She did as I ordered, and now, it’s time for her reward. I thrust my fingers poised at her entrance into her weeping pussy. She squeezes around them and mewls as I pump in and out. “Fuuuck, Cash.”
My name moaned on her lips nearly makes me blow in my pants. Every cell in my body vibrates with the need to sink my cock deep inside her, to hear her moan my name while I pound into her, taking my pleasure brutally, savagely. But I don’t trust myself not to hurt her if I give into that urge. Because once I’m inside her, I know it won’t matter if she’s moaning my name in pleasure or pain. I won’t fucking stop.
So instead, I fuck her with my fingers, driving from my hips as if my hand is my dick. I told her I’d give her my tongue, but I can’t pull my gaze away from her face. I’m addicted to watching every flicker of pleasure dancing across her features.
Her hands fly to my hips as she rolls her head back, her neck outstretched and beautiful while dappled in the soft glow of the lights, making my jaw grind together. I wrap my hand around her throat and revel in the speed of her pulse under my fingers.
I tighten my grip, and her gaze jumps to mine. “You can breathe once you come for me.” Her jaw ticks, and I feel her swallow under my palm, but she starts riding my hand with more fever and desperation. Her lips part as she tries to gasp for air and, between the soft whimper she chokes out and the friction against my cock, I truly think I’m going fucking finish without my dick ever leaving my pants.
The crease between her brows deepens as she stares at me, eyes half blissed out, half panicked. “You can touch yourself, baby. I give you permission.” I never told her she couldn’t, but the relief on her face when she drops a hand to circle her clit says it all.
Her cunt pulses around my fingers and her throat bobs, struggling for air. She’s so fucking close. I can smell her arousal mingled with her sweet, floral scent. A flush crawls up her cheeks, and I know it’s time. I gnash my teeth and grind my nose against her so she can feel my spittle when I sneer. “Come for me right now. Right. Fucking. Now, bitch.”
Her back arches as her hips thrust upward, her hands clinging to my arms as she spirals into her orgasm. I release her throat and she collapses forward, her forehead falling on my shoulder as she heaves and sputters. The sound takes me over the edge as I vigorously stroke my cock over my pants.
As my own climax crests, I can’t stop the filth spewing from my lips. “Such a good fucking girl. My dirty little slut. Next time, you’ll be choking on my cock—fuck!”I come with a roar, soaking the front of my pants.
It isn’t until I open my eyes that I realize I’d closed them. Harlow is staring at me, a tear streaming down her cheek and her forehead fretted. My mind is still cloudy, coming down from my high, but I reach for her face to comfort her.
“A chuisle—”
“Don’t fucking touch me.” She wrenches away from me and pushes off the table. “You fucking psychopath! You almostkilledme.” She chokes on a sob, and I know I really am a stone-cold bastard because my first thought is:I could have done so much worse.
Christ, she looks pretty when she cries,is my second.
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Chapter fifteen
Off the Edge
Harlow
It’snotthathehumiliated me. Spit on me. Degraded me. Choked me. It’s that now I’m filled with hatred and disgust and instead of it being directed at him like it should, it’s directed at myself. He makes me hate myself. He makes me disgusted with myself.
Because while he humiliated me, my pussy quivered. When he spit in my mouth, I was thirsty for every drop. When he degraded me with filthy words, it made me so fucking hot. And when he choked me, I came like I’d never come before.
And I hate—hate—that right now while sitting in his passenger seat while he drives, I’m wondering why he isn’t touching my leg like he did last night.Did I do something wrong?
