Page 12 of Queen of Blades

Barely breathing, they burst into her hotel room, unable to contain themselves. The door had just closed behind them when Paul slid her blazer down her arms and tugged her shirt up and over her head. With a flick of his fingers, her bra was undone, falling down her arms, leaving her breasts exposed.

The backs of her knees hit the bed. With hooded eyes darkened in feral need, he grinned and pushed her ever so softly. She dropped to a seated position on the bed, her hands, with a mind of their own, undoing his belt, button, and fly.

His trousers fell to the floor. The bulge in his tiny black briefs had her mouth watering. Harper glanced up as Paul ran his hand through her hair.

“No one will stop us,” he rumbled. “Take what you want.”

Resting his hand on the back of her head, he stared down, and her core quaked. He tugged his shirt over his head and revealed his smooth, toned pale body. Paul was fair, with blond hair, blue eyes, and skin that no doubt burned at the slightest hint of sun. Wisps of blond trailed from his belly button down to the thick erection begging for her attention.

Hooking her fingers into his waistband, she slid his briefs down past his thighs until they bunched around his ankles, joining his pants. His cock was thick, with a swollen mushroomed tip, glistening with his appreciation of her.

“I won’t be gentle.” His fingers tangled in the strands at the nape of her neck. “Once you begin, I won’t be able to.”

She’d never want him to be soft. It wasn’t how she remembered him being, and it wasn’t what she needed from him. She craved hard, fast, and dirty. Just like in the laundromat.

Parting her lips, she swiped her tongue along the rounded tip of his pulsing cock. The tang of his salty precum graced her tongue before she swallowed his full length deep in her throat.

His grip on her hair tightened, and her pussy dripped with need the moment he groaned his appreciation.

Working his hips, he pumped in and out of her throat, grunting while she rested her hands on his thighs. His free hand trailed down over her shoulder and cupped her breast. Gently at first, he massaged. Though with each squeeze, his fingers dug deeper into her flesh, making her moan.

With each thrust of his cock, his intensity grew. Finding her hard nipple, he pinched, causing her to whimper with a throat full of dick.

“Fuck.” He bit his lower lip for a second. “Look at me.”

With watery eyes, she obeyed. Her brain fogged with hedonism. She didn’t want any of this to stop. She craved the taste of his release, the feel of him on her, and hopefully, his cock stretching and filling her once more.

She needed this—him. All of him. Her body was wound so tight, the slightest breeze and she’d snap—explode like a volcano erupting.

“Goddamn.” He threw his head back, and the muscles in his legs tightened.

In a flash, he withdrew from her mouth with a pop, dropped to his knees, and yanked her pants down. Once over her feet, he tossed them behind himself without a care of where they landed. His eyes blazed with fervent desire.

Staring at him, swiping her tongue along her bottom lip, she savored the taste of him on her lips. With a feral growl, he wrenched her thighs apart. She barely had time to register it before he buried his face in her pussy.

Falling back, her back arched as he swiped his tongue, exploring her wet folds. Running her fingers through his hair, she ground against him with curling toes. He found her clit, and she couldn’t breathe. Eyes wide, staring at the ceiling, she jolted with each flick of his tongue against her sensitive bud.

“Paul,” she whined when she found her voice.

Her muscles tightened as she approached the precipice of her orgasm. With her breath ragged and her heart hammering, she squirmed on the bed under his attentions. Everything went white when he plunged two fingers into her sex.

Quaking, she gasped and tugged at his hair.

“Come,” he ordered.

She already had.

Thrashing and bucking against him, Harper clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut as her orgasm soared higher. He curled his fingers, rubbing against a sensitive patch of nerves deep inside her, and she was gone.

Blasting off past the moon, headed for Saturn, she called his name as her release tore through her. She barely had time to enjoy the waves of pleasure crashing through her before Paul’s weight pressed down upon her.

He rolled his hips andwham, the breath was knocked from her lungs. His full length filled her to the point of delicious, salacious pain. Lowering his head, he pressed his lips against hers as he slammed himself home again and again.

Her cries of passion were swallowed by their kiss, but her tears streamed down her cheeks. She thrashed beneath him, held in place by his bulk. There was nothing more exquisite than the feeling of Paul’s cock pistoning in and out of her while he pinned her to the bed. Harper hadn’t even caught her breath from the last orgasm before the new one tightened her body again.

Breaking the kiss with a thick rumble deep in his throat, Paul sent a fresh wave of vibrations over her body. He dipped his face against her shoulder as she floated through nirvana. Kissing and nipping at her neck, he murmured a series of incoherent cuss words.

“So goddamn sweet and tight.” That was all she could understand.

---