Page 7 of Guilty Pleasures

“Ah ah,” I chide. “Be still. You’ll get what you need when I decide you deserve it.”

Harper writhes beneath me, her initial willfulness gradually dissolving like sugar in water as desire takes hold. I relish the transformation, watching her become this needy, wanton being. It’s a moment to assert who truly holds the reins of control.

I sense the tension coiling within her, a taut string ready to snap as I deftly employ my lips and tongue. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, a gentle quake that signals her approaching climax. I quicken my movements, expertly circling and flicking with precision until she cries out, a symphony of ecstasy echoing around us. Her back arches dramatically off the cool, supple leather of the couch, surrendering entirely to pleasure.

I don’t relent until the final tremors gently ebb away, leaving a stillness in their wake. Only then do I raise my head to behold the vision before me—her cheeks, a rosy hue spreading like the first light of dawn, and her chest rising and falling with each breath, a testament to the intensity of the moment.

Her eyes slowly flutter open, their depths dark and unfathomable, shimmering with a lingering desire as they lock onto mine. At this moment, she has never appeared more breathtakingly beautiful.

“Silas…” Harper whispers.

“Don’t worry—I’m only just getting started.”

I watch her eyes widen with anticipation as I slowly unzip my pants, the metallic sound slicing through the charged air. Her chest heaves with each breath, and her cheeks flush. Desire is evident in the way her eyes are fixed intently on me, her longing almost palpable.

“Tell me what you need,” I growl in a low, rough voice, freeing my rigid cock with deliberate slowness.

Harper whimpers softly, her gaze riveted on the sight before her. “Please, Silas. I need you inside me,” she breathes, her voice a mixture of urgency and yearning.

“Do you?” I ask, stroking myself with a languid, deliberate pace. “How badly?”

“So badly,” Harper moans, her words a desperate plea. “I’m aching for you.” The confession, thick with desire, matches the longing in her eyes, reflecting the intensity of her need.

“Please, I need you so badly. Please, fuck me with your big cock. I’ll do anything,” Harper pleads, her eyes wide with desire.

Her words ignite a fire within me, intensifying the heat between us. I grip her hips firmly, pulling her closer until there’s hardly any space left between us. “That’s a good girl,” I groan, a hint of satisfaction lacing my tone as the tension in the air thickens with anticipation.

I grip Harper’s hips tightly as I thrust into her pussy, driving into her again and again. Her body trembles beneath me, back arched as she presses herself against my chest.

“God, you’re so tight,” I growl in her ear. “You needed this, didn’t you? Needed my big cock filling you up.”

“Yes!” Harper cries out, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Oh God, Silas, yes!”

The leather couch creaks with each forceful thrust. My office is filled with the sounds of our ragged breathing and skin slapping against skin. I snake a hand between us to rub Harper’s clit, making her whole body jerk.

Harper’s nails dig into my shoulders as she clings to me desperately. I can feel her inner walls clenching around me, drawing me in deeper. The sight of her writhing beneath me, completely lost in pleasure, nearly pushes me over the edge. But I’m not done with her yet.

I slow my pace, grinding against her in slow circles. “Tell me how much you want it,” I demand, my voice low and rough.

Grinning wickedly, I resume my punishing rhythm. “That’s my good girl.Take every inch.”

“I will. I’ll take every fucking inch,” Harper screams, her body twisting with ecstasy. Her eyes flutter open, wild with desire. “Please…don’t stop.” I have no intention of stopping. Not when she feels this good when I’ve wanted her for so long. “Come for me,” I demand. “Let me feel you come on my cock. Let me feel how much you want this.”

Harper’s inner walls clench around me as she nears her peak. I’m not far behind, the pressure building with each stroke. With a final cry of ecstasy, she comes undone in my arms. The pulsing of her climax pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into blissful release.

I collapse onto the leather couch, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Harper’s warm body is still pressed against mine, our limbs tangled together. For a moment, everything is perfect—the afterglow of our passion, the scent of her hair, the feeling of her skin on mine.

But then I feel her stiffen. She pulls away abruptly, her eyes wide with what looks like panic.

“Harper? What’s wrong?” I ask, reaching for her.

She flinches away from my touch. “This… this was a mistake,” she says, her voice trembling. “We shouldn’t have done this.”

My stomach drops. “What do you mean? I thought?—”

“No,” Harper cuts me off, shaking her head frantically. “It was just… a moment of weakness. A guilty pleasure. It doesn’t mean anything. Forget this ever happened, and don’t you dare tell anyone about it!”

Before I can respond, she’s scrambling to gather her clothes, pulling them on haphazardly.

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