Page 60 of Never Been Worse

“God, your mouth feels good,” I breathe, watching her slide me back out, leaving a trail of spit before she sucks hard on the head. “Fuck!”

My hand moves on its own volition, pressing on the back of her head to guide her, excitement filling her eyes at the move.

Becauseof courseit does.

There is not a doubt in my mind that Harper was made to be mine in every sense of the word. Of course her likes and dislikes would line up with mine: she’s my own dream come true. Slowly, her lips reach the bottom of my cock, her jaw going slack and the head slipping down the back of her throat. That’s when I twist her makeshift ponytail, wrapping it around my hand and tugging her back to the tip, then slide her to the base once more. She moans around me as I guide her, as I begin to use her mouth for my own pleasure.

A deep moan leaves my lips at the sight, Harper on her knees before me in nothing but her heels, sucking my cock, eyes glued to me, her red hair wrapped around my fist. Her hand goes up, cupping my balls and I groan, tugging a bit harder on her hair.

She moans again, telling me she likes that, and I watch with astonishment as her free hand moves between her own legs, beginning to touch herself.

Made. For. Me.

“Fuck, Harper, you’re getting off on this as much as I am, aren’t you?” Her hand starts moving faster, and I start to move her head to a similar rhythm. The noises in this foyer are fucking heaven—her mouth working me, her muffled moans, the sound of her hand between her legs, playing with her wetness.

“My little wife is a good little slut, isn’t she?” I murmur, looking down at her, her cheeks hollowing around me. She moans around me, head nodding as much as she’s able, and her eyes slip shut with desire. My fingers tighten in her hair, tugging it tighter as I do. “No, eyes on me while you take your husband’s cock deep.” Her eyes snap open, looking at me, wide and obedient as I tell her what I need her to know while I have her here.

Another one of her moans vibrates along my cock, and I feel it building, my balls tightening, and I need to get out of her mouth and up the stairs to our bed now. I tug on her hair, but she slides her mouth over my cock faster, like this is some race and she wants to win.

“Harper, I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.” Another muffled moan escapes her, and I groan. “Harper.”

But her hands are moving to my hips, one wet with her, and she urges me forward, telling me to fuck her face. “Fuck,” I groan, wanting that, but also not sure. “I want to come inside you, Harper.”

Finally, she unseals her mouth from me.

“And you will. But first, I want you to come down my throat, Wes.” Her eyes are wide with her words before she adds, “Please.” I’m helpless to her, even more so when she widens her knees, putting one hand back between them and sliding in a finger, leaning back so I can see as her other hand pumps me. A loud moan leaves her lips. “Fuck my face and come down my throat andthenfuck me. Let me take the edge off, baby. We’ve got all night.” She tilts her head, licking the side of my cock. “Please.”

Who am I to say no when she asks so nicely?

All resistance is snapped then, and my hand tightens in her hair once more, guiding her mouth to my tip and sliding in. I hold her in place, moving my hips to fuck her face. She likes it, if the way her hand moves faster and the moans coming from her are any tell. I groan, forcing my eyes to stay open so I can commit this vision to memory.

It builds, my balls tightening up once more before I warn her. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” I groan. She nods around me, giving me a quietmm-hmm,and that’s what sends me over, coming down her throat, and thrusting until I’m spent. I’m breathing hard as she swallows around me, her tongue roving over my dick in her mouth, and realizing it’s barely the edge taken off.

My grip on her hair gentles, and she slides her mouth off me, giving me a small smile before her lips go loose, a gentle sigh leaving her.

She’s still fingering herself.

“Wes,” she moans, and I stand there for a moment, watching my wife finger fuck her cunt, wet from sucking me off, before I bend down, lifting her as I move toward the stairs. She shifts her body, and I feel her wet pussy on my side, and her little pants as she shifts her hips, trying to get friction any way she can. “That was so hot,” she moans in my ear as I’m three steps up, her teeth biting my earlobe when I hesitate.

I should wait.

I really should.

The next time she comes, it should be around my cock, but I’m a selfish man, and the feeling of her, wet and needy on my side, cracks my restraints. I want to taste Harper Holden’s pussy more than I have ever wanted anything in this life.

I place her on the stairs, ass on the edge of one, elbows holding her up on another, her hooded eyes looking down at me like she owns me.

She does, of course.

Thankfully, I’m learning it’s a mutual ownership.

“Wes,” she starts, confused. “We need?—”

“Open up,” I growl, kneeling on a few stairs below her, hands moving to her inner thighs and pulling them apart for my eyes to see my reward. When I lock eyes on her dripping cunt, I groan. She’s pink and wet and pretty, already swollen and begging for my mouth. Somehow, I gather the willpower to refrain, using one finger to slide down her center, dipping two knuckles into her and pulling a moan from her before moving out and up to circle her clit.

“Fuck, my wife is pretty,” I whisper, almost to myself.

I clearly did something right in this life, because this in front of me? A fuckingprize.

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