Page 109 of Country Contract

He rests his cheek against my ass and breathes onto my core. A hand leaves my thigh and moves to my wet center. Lazily, he drags two fingers around my sensitive flesh, making sure not to make contact with my clit or my aching opening.

“Every person in this town thinks you’re as sweet as pie. They think you’re just what this town needed to have a little extra flair on the outside but loyalty on the inside. They love the way you listen and laugh. They think you’re beautiful and charming.” While he speaks, he plays mybody like a fiddle, a song that he knows by heart. My cheek is flat against the mattress, my eyes tightly shut.

“I’m the one who has it the worst.”

“Harris—”

“Your spell has me thinking about you day and night. Every breath I take is for you. I would move the goddamn stars if you told me to. That’s how powerful you are.” He kisses my ass where his cheek was before settling back into his spot.

“You don’t even realize it, but when you walk, you leave a trail of people hypnotized behind you. They stare without a care in the world about anything else but you. Me? It’s not just when you’re around. I walk around in a complete daze, waiting for your next command.”

I think I feel something wet slide down to my temple. I refuse to acknowledge the single tear as it hits the mattress. I nod as he speaks.

“Then touch me,” I croak.

He places kisses on my ass and the small space between my thigh and groin. His tongue darts out and licks my inner labia, still not touching my clit. I feel him circle my opening, and it clenches in anticipation to be filled.

“More.” Impatience resounds in my voice.

When I finally do get more, it’s not nearly enough. His tongue barely dips inside me before it flits across my clit with light pressure. My ache grows as he plays. I push against him, but it’s no use. He just pulls back.

“If you truly are under my spell, then make me come.”

I hear a small, pained laugh barely escape him before he flips me onto my back and puts his mouth over my throbbing clit. His tongue works in mysterious ways as I feel it work up and down rapidly. When I feel his hand slide from my ass to my opening, I whimper with anticipation. I knowhe’s going to make me come in mere seconds. I love when he fucks me with his fingers while giving me oral. He doesn’t care that it’s messy. He doesn’t care that he’s crowding himself while he’s going down on me. From his eagerness, it’s apparent how much he enjoys it. He’s doing it for himself as much as he is for me.

I feel myself grow tighter around his fingers as my abs tighten and I bear down. This wave is coming fast, and I won’t suppress it. My moans are loud and lewd. It spurs him on, but he doesn’t change pace. Harrison won’t risk me losing my momentum.

The sound of his groaning while my pussy starts to clench and spasm on his fingers is my undoing. I knew I was wound tight and ready for release, but this orgasm came too quickly, and there is an unsettling feeling of desire left. My moans quiet as I come down from my short euphoria.

I let out a huff and pinch my brows together.

Harrison not only notices but almost looks pleased. He pushes me up on the bed and removes my top before taking his pants off. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how beautiful he is, or how ignorant he is to it.

I watch his chest rise and fall as he moves toward me. I see the muscles of his abdomen and legs flex when he gets into the bed and positions himself over me. My legs open immediately to accommodate him so that his erection can lay against my wet and wanting cunt. It’s hard, long, thick, and dripping with precum.

When my eyes travel back up to his face, I notice that the pleased look I saw before is still there, but it’s mixed with a desire of his own.

“Like what you see?”

He doesn’t even know the half of it.

“Very much. Ready to really get meoff?” I drag my hand from his shoulder down to his chest and abdomen before I wrap my fingers around him. His eyes pinch shut as I lightly stroke him. “Doesn’t it suck to be teased?”

“Was it not enough?” His voice is strained.

“Not nearly.” I squeeze him, and he groans.

“I will try harder, my sorceress.” He pumps into my hand and kisses me deeply.

Our kiss is intense and desperate, only stopping whenever I stop moving my hand. Harrison braces himself on his elbows and pulls his hips away from me. His cock slips from my loose grip and I drag that hand back up to my breast. I massage the achy flesh and look down to see him line himself up to my opening.

I love watching him slide into me; I feel a strange satisfaction as we connect on a deep and raw level.

He makes small pumps, only getting the thick head of his cock into me before pulling back out. Without a doubt, if I tried to push up, he’d pull back. I feel his hands cup my face and pull my gaze up. When my dark eyes meet bright blue irises, I see his pupils dilate as he slides all the way home.

His nostrils flare, and our eyes stay locked as I feel him slide out and all the way back in. He adjusts himself to hold me in place with one hand, his thumb at my chin while his fingers fan across my cheek and jaw. The other hand is dropped to the bed as he pushes himself up for better leverage.

“Eyes on me, witch.” I roll my lips in, wetting them before I nod.

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