Page 95 of Most Likely to Fear Love

Heat bloomed low in my belly, and for a moment I couldn’t think straight. Even though I was burning up, I kept my movements deliberately casual, picking up some cookie dough and rolling it into a ball like I hadn’t noticed the effect he was having on me.

Harle’s hands slid around to my stomach, and I willed him to go lower, to touch my pussy. Instead, he went higher, cupping my breasts, pinching at my nipples until they were stiff and taut. I fucking loved it that he hadn’t said a word, just moved in on me like he knew he could.

It was all I could do not to sob when his hands left my breasts, but then he trailed them down my back, to the hem of the body-hugging chemise. He lifted it just high enough to give himself access, then slipped his sweatpants down, rubbed the tip of his cock against my entrance, then eased inside me.

“So fucking wet for me, Cass.”

“Always,” I gasped out.

He moved out, then slowly back in, his hands resting lightly on my hips. And on I went with the cookies, placing little round balls, one by one on the tray, with Harle slowly fucking me from behind.

Until he’d had enough. Not even waiting for the last cookie ball to be placed on the tray, he increased the pace, pumping into me harder and faster, until I was crying out. Without warning, he wrapped his hand around my thigh and lifted my leg, resting it on the counter, forcing me to lean forward slightly, my hands flat on the countertop.

The new angle had him hitting me so deep inside, I saw stars.

My fingers curled against the counter; the cookies forgotten as pleasure coursed through my body.

“Harle,” I moaned, pushing back against him.

His grip on my hips tightened as he drove into me harder, faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the kitchen, mingling with our heavy breathing and my increasingly loud cries.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Harle growled in my ear as he moved his hand around to my pussy, playing with my clit like the maestro he was. “Let me hear you.”

His fingers worked their magic, but I needed more. More of everything. More of him. The intensity of wanting him was overwhelming, making me desperate in a way I’d never felt before. My head fell back against his shoulder, exposing my throat. His lips found my pulse point, sucking hard enough to mark me, and something inside me snapped.

“I want you to pull my hair, Harle.” The words tumbled out, raw and needy. I’d never asked for that before, with anyone, but right now I needed him to take control, to ground me in this moment when everything else felt like it was slipping away.

His hand left my clit to wrap around my ponytail, jerking my head back so he could kiss me. It was hungry, fierce, almost desperate. Like he was trying to devour me whole. The slight sting from his grip on my hair sent shivers down my spine, making me arch against him.

“Harder,” I gasped, with no clue if I meant his cock, or his hand in my hair. He did both, twisting my hair around his fist and shoving into me so hard my vision went white

Wrapping his arm around my waist to balance me, with my leg still up on the counter, his voice was a command when he said, “Play with your clit.”

Mindless now, I reached down between my legs, my fingers brushing against his pounding cock as I touched myself. Mywhole body tingled and trembled and I could barely catch my breath as I fought against the release, wanting to drag this out for as long as possible.

Until I just couldn’t hold back anymore. Still rubbing at my clit with one hand I pushed my other hand into Harle’s hair, dragging his face close so I could kiss him.

“Fucking give it to me. Right now.”

I exploded. My body jerking and shaking as the climax ripped through me. “Oh god. Oh fuck. Harle!” I felt his body shudder as he spilled inside me and I was almost crying now, the aftershocks going on and on and on until I couldn’t stand up on my own.

With his arm tight around my waist, Harle eased my leg gently off the counter. My chest was still heaving, my brain mush. Completely incapable of coherent thought. Harle’s arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we caught our breath. I felt him press a soft, soothing kiss to my shoulder.

My legs felt like jelly as I turned to face him. Taking in his dark eyes and mussed hair, all I could think was, God, he looked good like this. I’d never get sick of it.

Except that it was about to end. I didn’t want it to end.

Oh. Fuck.

To hide my feelings, I buried my face in his chest, sighing when his arms tightened.

Even after the incredibly hot sex we’d just shared, I felt a lump in my throat and an ache in my heart I was not prepared to deal with.

UNTITLED

Act 4

CASSIDY

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