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Boldly, I step closer until the heat of his body mingles withmine. I trail my fingers up his arms, loving the way his muscles twitch and jump at my touch.

“Then let’s not waste any more time,” I murmur, surprised by the sultriness in my voice.

Any lingering nerves evaporate as desire takes over, hot and urgent. I crush my mouth to his in a messy clash of lips, teeth, and tongue. Harrison meets me with equal fervor, hands roaming greedily across my back.

We tumble onto the bed, a tangle of limbs on the expensive sheets. Harrison crawls down my body, settling between my spread legs. His eyes darken with lust. “Your thighs are fucking incredible.” He kneads the thick muscles appreciatively. “I bet they’ll feel amazing wrapped around my head as I suck the life out of you.”

My cock twitches wildly, and my belly button becomes filled with precome.

Harrison dips his head, and I lose the ability to think as he licks a broad stripe from my balls all the way to the tip of my cock. My eyes roll back in my head as his tongue swirls around the glans, collecting the freely flowing beads of moisture. I clutch the sheets, trying to ground myself, but it’s a losing battle.

Planting my feet on the mattress, I buck my hips, seeking more of his incredibly filthy mouth. Harrison places a forearm across my pelvis, stopping me. “Uh-uh, none of that.” His breath ghosts over my spit-slick skin, and I whimper. “I’m in charge here, and I plan to take my time with you.”

I writhe pathetically beneath him. “Harrison, please.”

“Please, what, Hollingsworth?” He tongues my slit, making my toes curl as my back arches off the bed. I never knew how electrifying that particular area could be. “Use your words. Tell me what you want, what you crave. What youneed.”

“Your mouth,” I pant, too far gone to be embarrassed about how high-pitched my voice now is. “I need your mouth on my cock, Price. I need you to suck me until I can’t remember my name.”

Harrison groans, the sound vibrating against my shaft and making me see stars. “Fuck, that’s hot. You beg so prettily.”

He lowers his head, taking me into the wet cavern of his mouth. I cry out in ecstasy as my hands fly to his hair, tangling themselves in the soft strands of dirty blond. His head bobs up and down at a fast pace, taking me deeper until the head of my cock nudges the back of his throat.

His lack of a gag reflex is fucking impressive and makes me believe that my dick is ten inches long. I’ve never been deep-throated before. I had no fucking clue what I’d been missing out on.

Within minutes, I’m teetering dangerously close to release again. I yank Harrison off me, and he stares at me, his lips swollen and eyes questioning.

“I don’t want to finish. Not yet. Not like this.”

Understanding dawns in his eyes. “Roll over.”

I hesitate for a split second, unsure of whether I want to reveal one of my deepest insecurities, before flipping onto my stomach and propping myself up on my elbows. The comforter is soft against my skin, but it does nothing to soothe the heat coursing through me. I bury my face in the pillow to hide my reddened face.

“Your ass is beautiful,” Harrison murmurs appreciatively, palming the globes. “So round and firm.”

I lift my head slightly and peek back at him over my shoulder. “You don’t think it’s too…hairy?”

Harrison cocks his head, staring at me curiously. “Not at all. I love a hairy ass.” To emphasize his point, he runs his fingers through the coarse curls, making me shiver. “It’s masculine and sexy.”

His words soothe an old wound, and I relax under his touch. I think back to something Charlie once said. “Dude, you’re like a sexy werewolf. Own that shit.”

Invigorated by Harrison’s approval, I arch my back,presenting myself to him fully. “Then worship it,” I challenge with a smirk. “Show me how much you love it.”

Harrison growls. It’s a primal sound that shoots straight to my cock. He spreads my cheeks apart, exposing my most intimate place to his hungry gaze. “Fuck, you have the prettiest hole,” he praises, his breath ghosting over it. “All pink and perfect, hiding deep in your mountainous ass.”

Before I can laugh at the fact that he described my ass as mountainous, Harrison dives in face-first, burying his nose in my crack as his tongue laps at my entrance. I cry out in shock and pleasure, my fingers clawing at the sheets as he eats me out like I’m his last meal.

Seconds turn to minutes. His tongue is relentless, circling and probing, coaxing the tight ring of muscle to relax and let him in further. He alternates between broad, flat licks and pointed jabs. Obscene slurping noises fill the room, his stubble scraping deliciously against my balls that are now smacking his chin because I can’t not touch myself.

He holds me open with his thumbs, allowing him to dive even deeper than I thought possible. It’s a little overwhelming, this carefree way he appreciates me. I wasn’t lying when I said no girl has ever been willing to indulge me like this, but it’s more than that.

I think about Olivia, about the years I spent learning how to be the perfect boyfriend. I remember every time she forgot to say I love you, every time she left a party because she got bored with me.

I thought something was wrong with me. I thought maybe I wasn’t good enough for someone like her, someone who had all these other options. But here I am, naked and trembling, as Harrison tells me that the parts of myself I used to be ashamed of are the hottest parts of all.

I shiver under his touch and wonder if this is what it feels like to be whole.

“Harrison,” I breathe out, unsure of what I’m asking for.

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