“Oh fuck yes,” she whines, legs lifting to wrap around my back as she wriggles beneath me, shifting so that I land even deeper inside her.
Fuck. That’s distracting.
I can’t help pulling out and thrusting back in. And then again. And again. And again and again and again and again until I’ve pulled out for the seventh time, heaving for breath and trying to get a moment’s sanity.
“Harper,” I breathe out, blinking hard and trying to remember why I’ve paused.
“Yes, Caleb,” she gasps, rolling her groin so her clit gets friction against the base of my cock even though I’ve stopped thrusting.
I give her wrists a squeeze and demand again, “Harper. Look at me.”
She blinks her eyes open, frowning. Then she smiles coyly. “Yes, big brother.”
My cock thickens, lurching inside her, and I shake my head again.
“Just stop for a second. What are we doing here?”
She lets out a quick laugh. “Considering your cock is stuffed up my cunt at the moment, I’d say it’s pretty clear.” She clenches around me for good measure. “Do you need a diagram?”
I hiss out between my teeth at the sensation and thrust several more times. Three, to be exact. Then four more times to hit my favorite prime, seven.
She drags her fingernails down my back, eyes falling closed again.
“Wait,” I breathe out. “No, Harper, I mean. Whatisthis?”
Her eyes snap open impatiently. “What do you mean, what is this? We’re fucking. I thought we agreed. Do you want to stop or what?”
My cock throbs inside her, not about to stop anytime soon unless she withdraws consent. I frown. “No. I just—you went through so much today. You yourself said we need to talk.”
“And you decided while you’re balls deep is suddenly the time?” she asks in exasperation.
“As good a time as any. We don’t know how long Bruiser will sleep for.”
She yanks her wrist out of my grasp to slap a hand over my mouth. “Jesus Christ, could you not talk about my kid while you’re inside me? If you want off this ride, make a noise. Otherwise, keep your cock inside the vehicle at all times and shut up.”
She proceeds to fuck me from below, her breasts arching and straining in her black bra. But only for a few more grinding thrusts of her hips before she shudders and clenches all around my cock in her release.
It’s an aching, torturous pleasure to feel her clenching on my cock as she comes. It takes all my barely-leashed control not to start fucking her again.
I just watch her, torn between giving her what she wants and doing the right thing. Whatever the fuck that might be.
It’s best to let her have her pleasure and selfishly steal every moment like a video I know I’ll replay over and over inside my head as she spasms beneath me, face lost in pure bliss.
Finally her entire body slumps back against the bed, legs going slack beside my body.
She bites her bottom lip as she looks up at me with pleasure-misted eyes. She reaches down to her sex, feeling me still hard there. I pull out and she lifts her hand back up, confusion knitting her brows.
“You didn’t come. Fuck,” she shakes her head at me, smiling wistfully. “I forgot how stubborn you can be.”
She reaches up and grabs my hand, yanking me forward so that I’m forced to straddle her body, higher and higher.
“I used to think of ways to try to get past your stubbornness, too, brother.”
She blinks up at me from below, taking my knee with both hands and urging it up higher until it lands beside her head on the pillow. My chest heaves at how she’s positioning me. This isn’t what I intended when I stopped fucking her?—
But my knee moves where her gentle hands direct—first on one side of her head, and then the other, until my hands brace automatically against the wall.
And my cock and balls swing directly in her face.