She lifts her head to look down at me, mouth dropped open, and I make sure her gaze is locked on mine before I extend my long tongue and swipe up the center of her.
“Oh holyfuck,” she groans, head thumping back to the leather jacket.
Meanwhile,fuck. She tastes good.
Just like I remember, although my memory could never quite recall the exact essence until this moment now that my face is buried in her center again. Her hips lift greedily toward my mouth.
To torture both of us, I withdraw for a moment.
Her groan of frustration echoes the need of my all-but-bursting cock.
“Caleb,” she says in the most adorable whine. “Please.”
“I like it when you beg,” I say darkly, which has her head popping up again.
Right in time to see me going in for my second taste of the most delicious meal of my life.
She lets out the second high-pitched little moan of satisfaction. Except it gets higher and higher pitched, her thighs trembling the closer I lick up toward her throbbing clit at the top of her slit.
And fuck, I’m clearly a disgrace to all doms at the Dungeon, because I immediately give in.
She’s just so close.
Two licks and I already have her on edge. Besides, I’m not her dom and she’s not my sub.
We were always just two dumb kids in love who didn’t know any better.
So I give us what we’ve both been dreaming of and I suckle that fat little throbbing nubbin until, within moments, she starts to shudder.
At last, some of my training kicks back in and I tear my mouth away with one last little lick of her juices.
“Fuck,” she shouts, and I grin with elation. I don’t give a shit if anyone downstairs hears us. My friends could already tell I looked at this woman different. I’ve been acting odd all day ever since she showed up. They’ve never seen me in obsessed-over-a-woman-mode.
“Fuck, you’ve turned into a sadist,” she heaves for breath as I crawl back up her body, only now pulling my cock out of my pants.
I shake my head. “I’m just possessive of every ounce of your pleasure.”
A dark little smile enters her eyes as she reaches down and grabs my shaft—not gently either. “You always were a dirty son of a bitch, weren’t you?”
She lines me up with where she’s heated and wet, then opens her thighs even wider to me as she whispers in my ear, “Stepbrother.”
I shove involuntarily forward into her tight little cunt at the word, and then she’s gloving me. Oh God,I’m finally inside Harper Tucker again.
Her legs immediately lock behind my back and her hips lift to seat me even deeper inside.
We both groan at how good it feels.
I’m back home where I belong.
But neither of us are about to linger reminiscing. Now that I’m here, and with the word she just whispered in my ear,stepbrother, I can’t take it slow any more.
All day it’s been gentle touches and lingering glances.
But now my cock is inside her, the demons that have been driving me for ten Goddamn years are suddenly taking over.
Still, I make at least some attempt to hold them back, temper my furious thrusts so they don’t hurt her?—
At least until Harper calls out with frustration, “Goddamn it, Caleb,harder. Stop being so fucking careful with me!”