Page 78 of Country Contract

When I pull the drawer open, I feel the quick movements behind me as Harrison moves over and covers my naked body with his. He slides his knees between mine, his chest to my back, his left arm braced next to mine, and his right hand takes hold of my wrist.

“Don’t fucking move,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, and I shudder.

I feel his erection against my ass, my opening below it. In complete defiance, I push back against him and move my hips up and down, sliding my wet cunt over that hard, intoxicating ridge.

“Harris—” I sigh, getting drunk on how good his skin feels against me. “I-I have an IUD. Please?—”

He pushes himself back and kneels behind me. His strong, calloused hands knead my ass.

“Fuck, ask again.” I feel his thumbs slide down my ass to my pussy where he parts my wet lips. “Beg me, witch. Beg me to fuck this tight, cursed cunt bare. For me to fill you up.”

Not an ounce of hesitation from this girl, not me.

“Please fuck me. Please don’t stop. Please sink that fat cock into me. Please finally—” My last word is lost on me. My mouth falls open as I feel Harrison slide the head of his erection along my slick opening. He leisurely drags it up and down, and I’m frozen in place, in fear that if I push back, he will stop and edge me further.

A deep hum sounds from his throat. When he starts to slide into me, I hear the sharp intake of his breath, and I bite my bottom lip. I’ve had lovers before but the sex with them wasn’t this electric. I didn’t want it this badly. Although it’sabsolutely not the time for it, Heath crosses my mind, and I’m almost positive it won’t be like this with him, either.

“Fuck,” Harrison whispers, likely to himself as he continues to push into me. He isn’t rushing, just taking his time savoring the feeling of us connecting.

“Oh fuck, this is sinful. This is too fucking much,” he growls as his grip on my hips tightens. I can’t take it anymore, and I’m willing to take whatever kind of punishment he decides to dish. Likely, I will answer it with a harsher punishment the next time I’m in control. Quickly and forcefully, I push my hips back, completely seating him to me.

“Oh shit!” we say in unison.

“Harrison, please just fuck me already!” I beg.

Does he ever.

He slides in and out of me, holding my hips, but not once does he seat himself completely. I don’t feel his hips hit my ass again as he pumps into me. I feel like he’s only using half his dick, and I’m still delirious for it.

Dropping down to my elbows, I arch my back, pushing my hips as high as they can go. I lean more onto my left elbow and slide my right hand down and between my legs. I’m so wet that moisture is trickling down my thighs. My fingers start to make tiny circles around my clit for only a moment before I have to stop, almost pushing myself to a quick orgasm.

Harrison notices me stopping and slides a hand over my hip to where my fingers were. I anticipate him making movements similar to mine, except he doesn’t. His index and middle fingers go to where we’re connected, and he spreads my lips further. It’s not like I need it, I’m accepting his girth just fine. Still, the act is erotic. His fingers exploring us together is exciting and new.

A deep, satisfiedgroan leaves him.

I love it.

Suddenly, he drops his hand and picks up his pace, every few strokes finally sinking all the way in. The sounds in the room are erotic, but there are no words, just the sounds of us finally connecting.

“Harlow, I’m so close. Tell me what you need. I need to make you feel good.”

Is he stupid? This is perfect. He could swipe my clit once and I would explode.

“I got it,” I say, sliding my fingers back to my clit.

“No!” he barks. “Me.” He pulls my hand away and quickly replaces it with his own.

Harrison’s pace and depth both change once his fingers make contact with my aching clit. Long, hard, and deep strokes rub against sensitive nerves inside me while his skilled fingers work the ones outside.

“Mmm, yes,” I moan loudly, about to jump off that cliff into the abyss.

Harrison’s rhythm never wavers as I reach that peak and scream out his name.

“Oh, fu—” His words stop, and his fingers move to my opening as he slams into me, his cock pulsing and his warm release filling me. I feel my pussy pulsing around his girth and against his fingers. It’s one of the most erotic things I’ve experienced.

I love it.

Just when I think this is everything I’d hoped it be, he gives me more.

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