“So you want me to edge you, princess? Is that how you really like it? You like it when Daddy keeps it from you?”
I couldn’t answer, twisting my head from side to side, digging my heels into the mattress. Two fingers pinched my nipple and I panted until my mouth was dry. “So close.”
I raked my fingers into his hair and pulled until he growled. I repeated his name, over and over, thrusting against his face until I was there, on a knife’s edge, tumbling over and giving in to the feeling.
I pushed myself up, where Harlan gripped my chin and let me taste myself all over his mouth.
“What did I do next?” he asked.
I coughed a laugh. “I need a break.”
He sat on the bed next to me. “Tap my thigh if you need out?”
“Yes.”
A little smirk crossed his lips. “Thought you could get away with not telling me what you dreamed about?” He laced his fingers into my hair and pulled, hard, guiding my face down to his cock. “Stick your tongue out, princess.”
I did as requested and he fit himself into my mouth, the angle putting his piercing at my left cheek. Steering me by my hair, he moved me up and down on his shaft, letting me control how deep I went.
“Perfect use for that smart mouth.” He pulled me up to look in his eyes, spit falling from my lips. “Don’t you think?”
“You want me to spit in your face again?” I challenged him.
He shoved me back down on his cock. “Nah. I’d rather have your spit right there.” He thrust into my mouth, tossing his head back when I tasted a little burst of precum. “Did Dream Me have all these piercings, huh?”
He pulled me up by my hair again. I licked my lips and glared at him. “No.”
“You’ve got one last chance to show me what I did in the dream. Otherwise, I’m going to spill down your throat.”
I got my legs under me and straddled his lap where he still sat at the edge of the bed. I placed his hands on my thighs and started to rock against him. “You clawed into my thighs like this.”
His fingers dug in, and that part felt just as good as the dream. “You told me I didn’t really hate you at all.” I lifted up and notched him against my pussy, sinking down on him to our collective sigh. “You called me Chef.”
I bounced in his lap, curling my hips so my clit rubbed his stomach. I held onto his shoulders for leverage.
“This was a good dream,” he said. “I bet you couldn’t stop thinking about fucking me like this.”
I gritted my teeth and placed his hand on my throat. “You held me like this but I could see it somehow.”
His breathing got faster. “We can do this in front of a mirror sometime. But now I’m too close to blowing.”
His one hand still held my ass while the other stayed on my throat. “My hand is hotter than any chain on you, princess.”
Grinding harder, starting to shake, eyes locked, I made my final request. “Say it. What you said in the dream.”
Harlan smirked, eyes cataloging where we joined, my tits bouncing, his hand on me, my lips likely red from sucking him, and finally meeting my gaze. “You don’t really hate me at all, Chef.”
I held both sides of his face to kiss him, his arms sealing behind my back while I rolled my hips.
“I don’t hate you,” I whispered against his lips. “I love you so fucking much.”
“Fuck,” he groaned. His hands dropped to my ass, moving me on his cock just the way he wanted. I squeaked out his name, coming intensely while he was still going. “I could never hate you, Emma.”
His breath stuttered until I felt his pulsing release inside me. I pushed him to his back and planted my elbows by his head, kissing him while his hands followed the curve of my waist. Our noses touched and he chuckled.
“Guess what?” Harlan used both hands to tuck my hair behind my ears.
“What?”