“It’s good, baby. So fucking good.”
“Yes.” I rose up, sank down on him again.
“Faster…ride me. Fucking drive me mad.”
I needed faster and harder too. I let go. I let my body take over. I rode him like a wild woman until my pussy was pulsing and I hit the edge, soaring in pleasure.
He groaned. “Yes.”
I quickly stopped, moving off of him and wrapping my hand around his dick, squeezing tight.
“What the fuck.” He growled. “I’m fucking there…I need to come.”
I rolled the condom.
“Jesus, fuck, Harper—”
I bent over and took his dick in my mouth. I didn’t know why, but when he didn’t come right when I did, I had an overwhelming urge to want to suck him off. If we were smart, this would be the last time we’d give into to the lust. This could be my last time to taste him, to drive him mad with a blow job. The idea of ending this crazy relationship we had by blowing his mind was quite satisfying.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Noel
Fuck, so good. Fuck, so good.
When Harper came and then climbed off of me, I was sure she was doing it on purpose to torture me as my orgasm hung in the balance. I was ready to grab my dick and jerk off in front of her. The last thing I expected was for Harper to give me a blow job. Holy hell, I was sure my head was going to explode.
She made an mmm noise as she slid her lips down my shaft. My eyes rolled back into my head as electricity zapped along my dick. I slid my fingers through Harper’s hair, holding her to me lest she decide to torture me by taking me to the edge and leaving me hanging. My other hand gripped the lounge chair as my hips rocked.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” How did she get so good at sucking dick? The thought brought me back to seeing her on the beach with Mr. Plastic. The guy looked like he had everything a spoiled heiress like Harper would want. His hair was perfectly coiffed. His white teeth were straight. His suit was tailored. He had looks and money. When he kissed Harper, I wanted to switch out my binoculars for a rifle with a scope. I was truly fucked if I was jealous.
She’d had a bored expression on their walk, and when she jerked away from his kiss, my envy turned to concern. At least that was what I told myself as I checked on Mo, made sure the video monitoring app was working on my phone, and headed over to Harper’s. Mr. Plastic had left, and so I had no reason to talk to her.
Still, I went into her house because like an idiot, she hadn’t locked the door, and found her on the terrace. The breeze tussled her hair and sent her scent back to me making my insides roll over. How could I want to throttle this woman for spying on me and at the same time be willing to give up my left nut to have her?
If I wasn’t mistaken, she seemed to feel the same about me which made no sense considering she was helping Bran coerce me into something. He’d left me a message earlier in the day, which I deleted. But it couldn’t be a coincidence that when I removed the devices in my home that he’d start calling again. Fucker.
Harper’s lips left my cock.
“Fuck don’t stop.” I’d never let myself be vulnerable to a woman, but right now, Harper had me in the palm of her hand. Literally as well as figuratively as she stroked my cock and lightly sucked my balls.
Jesus, she was good. “Are you going to drink my cum, Harper?”
“Do you want me too?” Her free hand massaged the sensitive skin behind my balls making my hips buck. My orgasm was imminent.
“I want to come on your tits.” Coming in a woman’s mouth was all fine and good, but to see my cum dripping on her tits, that was fucking sexy.
Her mouth was on my cock again and I had to rethink coming into her mouth.
“Fuck. Sit back,” I ordered her as I pushed her off my cock. I stood straddling the chair and gripped my dick, stroking and pointing it to her tits.
“Hold on.” She quickly tossed her dress and bra aside. Smirking up at me as I grunted and groaned trying to hold back, she took her tits in her hands, holding them up for me. I brushed my dick between the swells, pushing it between them. Seeing my dick swallowed by her tits was it for me. I exploded, my cum splashing out coating her tits, dripping down them over her belly. My groan of satisfaction echoed along the coast. I was sure everyone in the community heard it.
Completely spent, my ass plopped down in the lounge chair. I had enough energy to watch as Harper scooped up some of my cum and licked it off her fingers.
“Fuck,” I groaned as my dick twitched again. It distracted me from the fact that this time she wasn’t running away with regret on her face.
Weirdly though, I was the one who wanted to run. This woman who was invading my privacy while working on some scheme with her brother, was getting under my skin in a bad way. And by bad, I meant I liked her. I liked her strength and take no-bullshit attitude. I liked how she’d stand up to me, even as it infuriated me.