“Hey.” Harlan waited until my eyes locked with his. “I’m not looking for some porno-perfect performance. I want to celebrate with you.” He brushed a lock of hair behind my ear, and I did the same to him.
“Did I tell you how proud I am of you?”
He chuckled. “Not in those specific terms. When did you stop hating me, Chef?”
“I didn’t,” I tried, but I was interrupted by the intense pressure of Harlan guiding me onto his shaft. My jaw dropped as he lowered my ass slowly. His lips grazed my breastbone as I descended, bar after bar of his piercings passing inside me.
I closed my eyes against the sensation, letting myself feel the impact. “So full,” I managed.
Harlan plied me with messy kisses while I adjusted to him. I opened my eyes to find him smiling up at me.
“Did I tell you how proud I am of you?” he parroted back at me.
I lifted my thighs, testing how quickly I could move on him, each piercing adding another sensation. “Oh god,” I breathed against his mouth, cupping the back of his head and the side of his face.
“Feel good?”
I nodded, exhaling hard against his lips as I lowered on him. Harlan groaned and curled his hips, pushing himself deeper.
“Next time I’ll get you from the back,” he said. “Should feel even better.”
Slowly, I began to ride him, working to rub my clit against his stomach along the way. He buried his face in my breasts again, my bralette doing very little to impede their incessant bouncing. His lips surrounded my nipple and another “oh god” escaped me.
“My name’s Daddy, princess.”
“Yes, Daddy,” fell out of my mouth, and Harlan rewarded me with a deep kiss. His hands guided my ass and accentuated my movements.
“So perfect riding me. You should see how fucking gorgeous you look.”
“It’s so much,” I cried.
Harlan reached down to lace his fingers with mine, folding our hands between us. “I know, Emma. You’re taking me so well, though. Perfect, tight little pussy.”
“Hold me,” I begged. “I’m close.”
Harlan tucked me tighter to him, arms wrapped around my back and his chin hooked over my shoulder. “You got it, come on.”
My inner thighs screamed as my knees went wider, digging into the seat behind him. I was perfectly spread, and I took the liberty of rocking faster against his stomach. My nipples tightened against his chest and I started to shake.
“Push through it, baby.” Keeping me close, he dropped a hand to grab my ass so hard it pulled on my pussy.
“Fuck, Daddy,” I whimpered. “Fuck me.”
Harlan growled through gritted teeth as his pace turned ruthless, taking over where I was too weak and overwhelmed to lead anymore. The car had to be rocking in a completely obvious way, but all I could think about was coming with him, feeling his release, and savoring this moment together. His hand gripped my ass harder and I started to cry out.
“Show me,” he demanded. “Show me your face.”
I held myself up on his shoulders and rested my forehead on his. I tried to focus on his eyes, but they blurred into a mass of deep blue. “Fuck, Harlan, Daddy.” White spread across my vision as everything in my body condensed, then exploded.
“Fuck. Fuck. Goddammit, Emma,” he cried before stilling inside me, his hands covering the expanse between my hips and my waist. I sat forward and captured his lips, sweet tenderness flowing between us.
“I’m so in love with you,” he blurted, coughing out little laughs as he looked between my eyes. Every part of me wanted to melt into a boneless puddle on him and relish in the affection. I wanted to be able to say it back, but there was that tiny, insecurevoice that told me he was just like the others. He’d leave now, as was customary. I was Call for a Good Time Emma. Single Mom Emma: Great Pussy, Too Much Baggage. I wasn’t someone you stuck around with long enough to love.
I felt so much for Harlan, for the way he showed up for our family, for the ways he was becoming better for himself, for the wonderful man he was despite a facade of buffoonery.
I wanted to believe him. I wanted to feel it, deeply.
But I wasn’t ready. I needed more proof, not because of him, but because of all the good-for-nothings who came before him.