Page 84 of Fool Me

Blonde hair spills down her back, brushing the tops of my hands as she throws her head back. Her movements become frantic and her breaths come faster. I have to bite my lip to stop the stream of encouragement I want to lavish her with.

She whimpers and I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, bringing her mouth to mine.

We swallow down each other's noises, her whimpers and my moans, as I flex my hips, taking over while she loses herself.

The fabric between us is damp and sticky with desire from both of us. She breaks our kiss, her mouth coming to my ear. “Be a good boy and come for me.”

As a rule, I never come first. It’s just the right thing to do, but Harlowe owns me down to the pleasure that rocks through me at her command.

My mouth closes over a spot on her neck that makes her breath hitch and my cock pulses between us as I roll my hips doing everything I can to get her there with me.

Her mouth falls open and a nearly silent “Atlas” slips past her lips. Her fingers curl against my chest—it’s the most perfect sight. If I ever get another tattoo, it would be her, like this, because she’s the only thing that rivals the world’s natural wonders.

With hooded eyes, her gaze drops to the spot where we’re connected. I catch her wrist as her fingers snag the waistband of my briefs.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure that was real and not a dream.” Without warning, I flip us, putting her beneath me and lowering thewaistband so she can see the evidence painting the cotton fabric and head of my cock.

“Real enough for you?”

Eyes widening, her lips part, giving me an idea. I sit on my heels, letting her look her fill.

“Or do you need a taste to know just how real this is?”

“I want anything you’ll give.”

Wrapping my fist around my softening cock, I squeeze, pumping it once and swiping three fingers through the cum and bringing it to her mouth.

I give her a beat to change her mind, to stop me, but she just opens her mouth further, tongue out. She hums around my fingers, closing her mouth and sucking them clean.

Fuck me. Harlowe Corbin is going to kill me slowly with each new side of her she shows me.

“Seems real to me,” she says, releasing them with apopand I collapse on top of her, burying my face in her neck.

“I’m not convinced. This feels too much like a dream,” I mumble, making her chuckle.

“Is that what you dream of when you sleep? We might need to talk about your depravity.”

“Says the woman that just made me come from a praise kink I didn’t know I had.”

“That was new for me, too.” A blush creeps up her cheeks.

I wrap her up tighter, wanting her to feel secure with whatever emotions it brings out.

“And?”

“Usually I prefer to be on the receiving end, but with you, it felt comfortable. Was it?—”

I cut her off with a kiss. “It was amazing.”

She beams and I roll to the side, not wanting to leave her, but both of us are a mess. Swiping two washcloths from the bathroom, I run them under the faucet.

Offering her one when I get back, she takes it. I’m not sure what I expect, but it’s not for her to look up at me with soft eyes as she traces her fingers over the waistband of my briefs.

I nod and she pulls them down, taking her time cleaning me up before standing and placing a kiss on my chest.

“I’m just going to—” She points to the bathroom.

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