Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Our tugging gets more and more aggressive but the more we tug the hungrier it seems we both become for something else. Who possesses the pillow begins to pale in comparison to the way her tits bounce and my tattooed biceps flex and needing ownership of the object is instantly an idea of the past the first time her palm brushes against my cock.
Abandoning it to capture her face with both hands is the right call given how effortlessly she melts into my hold. And having her there, having her at my mercy isn’t power I don’t plan to use. Our mouths spread wider and wider apart yet still together to accommodate the accelerated tempo at which our tongues are rolling around one another, a speed barely outmatched by our fingers that are aggressively yanking away barriers between broken breaths.
First thing exiled is my shorts.
Then it’s her sports bra.
My boxer briefs are next, with the bite-sized material she’s calling bottoms coming in dead last.
And the moment we’re both naked—a state we should really spend more time in—is the same moment I detach my mouth from hers to command. “Knees.” Harlow’s swollen bottom lip tumbles down, obviously preparing to pushback, prompting me to curl my grip around her neck and growl, “Now.”
On a sharp, shaky intake of air, her body plummets to the padded ground, gaze rising to find mine once it’s there.
“Face the couch.”
My wife doesn’t hesitate to follow the order.
“Head on the edge.”
The sight of her submissively bent over, hands splayed on the cushion, curvy frame already trembling from just the sheer idea of being touched brings drops of pre-cum to the tip of my cock. In one swift jerk, I smear it the length of my shaft, stare fixated on all of her backend that’s slowly swiveling from side to side, wordlessly begging for my attention.
“Fuck, baby,” I thoughtlessly grumble under my breath in tandem with inching myself over. “Open those legs for me.”
They shift about an inch apart, but it’s not enough.
And I know she knows that it’s not enough.
Leaning over only slightly is done just to deliver a solid slap to her ass.
She loudly whimpers yet continues to push her luck.
Discover what’s offsides.
What’ll get a whistle blow.
Harlow barely opens them further which instantly receives her another swat to the other cheek.
Louder whimpers are accompanied by an arch in her back that indicates she wants more.
Needs more.
“Be a good little slut and show me what’s mine.”
The raspy demand receives the exact response I expected.
Her long legs widen to their furthest points and reveal a set of smooth, soaking wet lips I haven’t been blessed to see since she left me high and dry in Vegas. Seeing the stickiness coating the area I can’t wait to leave my mark on is enough to literally bring me to my knees but spotting where the juices have overflowed to the insides of her thighs damn near gets me coming on the first thrust inside.
Harlow’s back bows in ecstasy at the same her head is tossed my direction on a ball clapping moan. “Ohmygod, Brendan.”
Between the airy praise and the knee wobbling way her pussy pulsates around my dick there’s no controlling the savagery that slips past the good guy goalie trying to hold down the situation. Both sets of fingers lunge forward and latch on her locks. Yanking her into merciless dive after dive after dive is a mindless fucking decision I wouldn’t resist making even if it was consciously done.
I want her where I want her when I want her and using her hair like a leash is the easiest way to make that shit happen.
Moans morph into howls that mutate into screams that become amplified by the baseline reverberating throughout the space.
Forcing her by the fistful to work the length of my dick from balls to tip to tip to balls not only allows me to control every moment of the situation but to decide how much she gets and when. What pace and pressure and how much pitilessly pumping her quivering little pussy has to endure. Each stroke is used to steer her to the edge of coming before snatching it away, reminding her that she isn’t in control here.
I am.
And that’s exactly what she fucking wants as much as needs.
“Such a good little slut creaming all over my cock,” I groan at the same time I finally slow down my thrusts to admire the thick, wetness, I’m tempted to have her turn around and lick off.
Harlow’s breath hitches in such a familiar way I can’t help the animalistic grunt it conjures.
“Say it.” Her hesitation results in me relinquishing my hold with one hand so that it can deliver a disapproving pop to her sweat coated ass cheek. “Fucking tell me what a good little slut you are.”