Page 74 of Most Likely to Fear Love

In and out with the fingers again. “Mmm, you’re such a good girl for me, Cassidy.”

I melted. Just straight up melted.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“I do.”

He bent his head, taking my nipple in his mouth and swirling his tongue over it. Liquid fire poured into my system and I let out a moan.

Moving to the other breast, he gave it the same treatment, still pumping into me with his fingers. I moaned again, louder this time.

“That’s it. Show me how you like it. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Now?”

“Right now.”

I whimpered as Harle pulled away from me, lifting himself up onto his knees between my legs. He rubbed my clit with his thumb, his gaze holding mine captive as he fisted his cock. The head was flushed and wet, and I shivered as he rubbed it against my clit. Up and down, the sensation building until I was squirming beneath him.

“Remember, I like it loud.” His voice was low and rough, skittering across my skin.

I bit my lip, torn between the instinct to stay quiet and the need to scream out my pleasure. Harle grabbed my thighs, pushing my legs up and out, spreading me wide. I was open and exposed, completely vulnerable to him.

Then he thrust inside me.

My back arched off the bed, the scream tearing from my throat. My fingers dug into the mattress, my body convulsing around Harle’s. He felt so good, stretching me, filling me up.

“Fuck, darlin’, you take my cock so good,” he growled, his voice full of approval.

I moaned, my eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washed over me. Harle began to move, his hips thrusting slowly at first, then faster and harder as he picked up the pace. I could feel him, thick and hard, hitting all the right spots. My breath caught in my throat, my body moving with his, matching his rhythm.

“That’s it, Cassidy. Take it.” His voice was hoarse, full of grit and need. “You like my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed, my voice a mere whisper.

He grunted, speeding up his thrusts. I could feel the bed rocking beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall with each powerful stroke. My breasts bounced with the force of his movements, my skin slick with sweat.

Harle’s hands gripped my thighs harder, his fingers digging into my skin as he held me in place, his muscles straining. His gaze was laser focused on where our bodies joined, his thrusts became more erratic as he chased his release.

I couldn’t hold back the cries as the coil snapped, pleasure exploding through me. “Harle!” I screamed as I came, my vision going white.

Harle thrust into me a few more times, his own release coming hard and fast. He threw his head back, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

He collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, his breath hot on my neck. My body was still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm, little aftershocks rippling through me.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, my voice hoarse from screaming.

Harle chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. “You can say that again.”

We lay there for a moment, catching our breath. I ran my fingers through his hair, marveling at how soft it was. He nuzzled into my neck, pressing gentle kisses along my collarbone.

“You good?” he murmured, lifting his head to look at me.

I nodded, unable to keep the smile off my face. “Fuck, yes.”

Harle grinned, rolling off me and onto his side. He propped himself up on one elbow, his free hand tracing lazy patterns on my stomach. “Told you you could do it twice.”

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