Page 110 of Country Contract

“On you.” He only nods in response as his hips begin to pump into me.

Every inch of him is welcomed into my body. It lights us both up, and I know he’s seeing in my eyes what I see in his.

Will I address it? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

My hands move on their own accord, one into the mess of blond hair at the base of his skull and the other to where we’re connected.

I don’t want his thrusts to become erratic or his pace to change. I want only this. The feeling of him sliding into me like it’s the only place he’s ever wanted to be. More than just into my body, but into my soul.

I pull him down to kiss me, but it’s short. My lip is captured by his teeth, and he pulls back, letting it go. I look down to his lips for a moment while he licks them, but his hand quickly tightens on my jaw and forces my gaze back to his.

“Harrison.”

“Fuck.” His heavy thrusts continue at a relentless pace. “Harlow, I—” He stops himself and speaks through his eyes. People aren’t lying when they say that eyes are windows to the soul. Those blue irises and dilated pupils are more than just part of his anatomy, they tell me everything.

That he is close.

That he is lost.

That he belongs to me.

“Stop,” I moan because I won’t let him or me say anything else. Only good feelings in this safe space. We won’t utter words that will lead to hurt. That’s not why we’re here.

I move both my hands to his chest, and he stops completely. He drops my chin for the first time since he took hold of it, and my face feels cold from the loss. I push harder on his chest and jerk my chin up.

He knows what I want. With skilled and slow movements, we are shifted in the bed. Harrison lifts me with ease, keeping his throbbing cock inside me. My legs wraparound his waist until he settles against the headboard with me on top.

My arms wrap around his neck, and I kiss his temple just as I start to move. I try to keep things slow, so this doesn’t have to end.

His grip on my hips is tight, but he doesn’t move me. He just squeezes a little harder every time I fully seat myself. I ride him and try to breathe evenly, avoiding dragging him along my G-spot. I was getting close, and I’ve already come. I know if I do while he’s this close and inside me, he’ll follow.

The air around us is thick, and I bury my head between my arm and his neck while I make slow even pumps.

I hear his heavy breathing and whispered curses as his grip tightens and loosens in rhythm. His calloused skin drags from my hips, up my sides, and then up to give my breasts attention. He kneads and pinches before moving up until his left hand hits my shoulder, his thumb dragging along my collarbone. I’m forced to lift my head as his right hand takes hold of my jaw again.

I’m struck in the chest. The look he gives me is desperate. My brows knit, and I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth. I don’t have long to think about it because he starts to pump up, meeting my ride with deep thrusts.

He tilts his hips and knows where he’s dragging his length. Fireworks are lit, and I feel the fuse getting shorter and shorter as we reach our climax.

Our gazes locked.

Our movements synchronized.

I let out soft pants as he whispers against my lips.

“Fuck. Come.”

I’m so close. I pinch my eyes shut but he squeezes my jaw, HARD.

“My.” He pumps into me.

“Beautiful.” Another agonizingly perfect piston.

“Witch.”

He looks into my soul as I come undone.

Not once in my life have I been fucked like this.

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