“You suck my cock so well.” I place my other hand in her hair and watch the blonde strands fill the gaps between my fingers as I apply more pressure to her head, encouraging her to increase her pace.
She sucks harder, swirling her tongue around me at the same time. Heat pools in my balls as my ass clenches against the sofa.
“Fuck, Angel. I’m going to come in that perfect mouth.”
She lets out a small whimper, and it’s the final push I need. I keep my hands in her hair as I explode, shooting a steady stream of hot cum out, which she swallows down with a moan.
“There’s more. You’re too fucking good, Angel, there’s more,” I pant as my balls draw toward my body again and continue to send liquid fire racing up my dick to her waiting mouth. She moans louder, sucking it all down, swallowing every drop. The movement in her throat sends a shudder from the tip of my cock all the way into my chest, and I sag back into the sofa as the final surge of my release ends and my body relaxes.
I inhale slow, deep breaths as I pull her up and into my arms. She wraps a leg on either side of me to straddle me, but I flip her over and deposit her back on the sofa instead, my lips finding hers and kissing my taste from hers.
“The pajamas stay.” I kiss her again. “They’re my favorite fucking item of clothing you own,” I groan into her mouth, and she giggles underneath me.
“Reed—” Harley stops talking abruptly as she comes into the bathroom and sees me with my hand on my hardening cock in the shower. “Again? You’re going to have to buy me more, you know. That stuff’s from The Songbird spa, and it isn’t cheap.”
I smirk at her as she tries to look unimpressed with her arms folded over her chest. I hold her eyes and squirt more of her coconut shampoo into my palm. Then I slide my soaped-up hand along the length of my dick and back down again, washing it. I lean one hand on the shower wall and watch her reaction as I move to my balls and soap them up as well.
“Order a crate. I’ll pay.”
The corners of her lips twitch, and her eyes sparkle.
“It’s shampoo, you know. Not body wash.”
“I like smelling you on me. Especially here.” I wink at her as I tug on my dick again. It’s now fully erect and raring to go, despite being inside her only twenty minutes ago when I woke her up in my favorite way. I’ve deduced that every morning that I wake Harley up with my tongue buried inside her, and follow it up with a deep, leisurely fucking, I have the best day.
The. Best. Day.
For example, yesterday I got named as the official leader in early poll predictions. The day before, Riley called me and told me she won the case in court that she’s been preparing for, for over a year, and the day before that, the guy who makes Harley’s lattes I like to get for her gave me a complimentary bagel.
Shit does not get better than this.
Basically, she’s my good luck charm, my talisman, my lucky clover.
And right now, she’s looking at me through the steamed-up shower screen when she should be in here with me.
Her eyes widen as she seems to realize what’s coming next. But it’s too late. In one swift move, I open the shower door, grab her around the waist and pull her inside with me, pressing her back against the tiles as I dip my mouth to hers and kiss her before she even has a chance to say a word.
“You’re crazy,” she cries. “I’m still dressed.”
I grin and rub the pad of my thumb over the peak her nipple has created underneath her soaking pajama top. “We can sort that.” I drag the top up over her head and let it fall to the shower floor with a splat. “Come on, Angel. It’s Saturday. We don’t have to be anywhere today. Let me have my fun and I’ll make you pancakes after.”
“Hmm.” She tilts her head in thought.
“I make amazing pancakes.” I reach around and squeeze her ass cheeks with both hands, groaning as her wet shorts rub against my dick. “I’ll even play some motivational power tracks Stuart tries to get me to listen to before interviews to Bruce and Beryl.”
She snorts out a laugh, dropping her forehead onto my chest.
“Can I take that snort as an agreement for my very generous offer?”
She bites her bottom lip. Her eyes are bright as she looks up at me and wraps her arms around my neck, pushing her naked breasts against my chest. “They better be good pancakes.”
“What’s that supposed to be?” Harley asks forty minutes later as I place a plate down in front of her at the breakfast bar.
“Pancakes.” I take a seat on the stool next to her.
“I don’t get it. Is it supposed to be that shape? It looks like a T.” She frowns at my creation.
I smirk and twist her plate one hundred and thirty-five degrees. “There. That’s probably more accurate.”