Page 42 of The Masks We Wear

He breathes into my mouth, “No. I want both.”

My brows furrow, “And when your contract is up?”

“We go our separate ways. I go back to Nevada and you go back to living your rockstar life in LA,” he says with conviction.

I feel a sharp twinge of sadness in my gut at his suggestion. I know Harvey and I come from two completely different worlds and I know we don’t belong together because we would never work. We’re far too different, but that doesn’t stop sadness and disappointment from washing over me. I nod, “And until then?”

He smirks in answer as he closes the gap between our lips and kisses me with the same passion as before. I wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me off the ground and grabs the backs of my thighs, wrapping my legs around his waist, pressing his already hard length against my dampening center.

Harvey walks us over to the leather couch and places me on my back as he settles between my legs and trails kisses down my neck as his hands begin to wander. I may not like the idea of his proposition, of us walking away from each other in just another month and a half, but I don’t like the idea of not kissing him, of not touching him, even more. I would rather have him now than not have him at all and I want all of him now.

I start to unbutton his white dress shirt but inevitably get so impatient, I tear it open, buttons flying all over the room. He growls in anticipation as he starts to unlace the black leather of my top and when he finally removes the small scrap of fabric from my body, his mouth lowers to my breasts, sucking my nipples into his mouth and teasing the sensitive peaks with his hands. I throw my head back on a moan, the warmth of his tongue on my skin throwing me into pure ecstasy.

His hands travel down to my leather pants, making quick work of unlacing the strings and pulling them down my thighs leaving me in just my panties. Every time we’ve been together it’s always been me completely naked beneath him while he remains clothed. This time will be different I decide as I begin fumbling for the buckle of his belt with anticipatory fingers. I’m so desperate to see all of him, to touch all of him, and to feel all of him inside me that I fuck up while I’m unbuckling his pants. He smirks playfully as a small laugh escapes his lips at my desperation. I open my mouth to make a witty comment in my defense but I lose all train of thought when he removes his belt and unzips his pants, pushing the fabric down his large thighs. We’re both left in our underwear and the thought drives me wild. His fingers start to rub me through my panties and I arch my back, needing more of him. I have a fire inside of me that won’t be extinguished until I feel his skin on mine, touching me in all the most carnal places in all the most wicked of ways.

He groans, “You’re fucking soaked.” He rubs the dampspot on my panties and I roll my hips onto his fingers in encouragement.

Picking up on my need, he pushes my panties to the side and slides his fingers through my bare folds, exposed to him. He licks his lips when his eyes land on my sex and his fingers move in a steady rhythm, rubbing my clit and spreading the juices from my entrance all over my folds, slickening them with my arousal. I’m so desperate for more, I’m growing impatient. “Please, Harvey,” I beg, rolling my hips as he continues to stroke my clit.

His voice darkens, “Please what?”

“Fuck me. Please fuck me,” I plead with him, my eyes squeezing shut.

He growls, pushing two fingers inside of me abruptly and using his thumb to stimulate my clit. I moan at the sensation, at the feeling of being filled but I greedily want more. I want to be so full of him that I can’t think. I don’t just want his fingers; I want his cock. I want all of him. “You’ve gotten so good at begging, Baby.” He praises as he picks up his pace. I don’t know if it’s my desperation or how utterly turned on I am by him right now, but within seconds, I feel an orgasm building up.

I cry out as my walls clench around his fingers once my orgasm finally finds me. He withdraws his fingers and starts rustling around in his pants pocket for something while I catch my breath. My sex feels warm where his fingers just were but it wasn’t enough for me. I already want more of him, crave more of him with everything I am. I open my eyes to beg for more but clamp my jaw shut when I find him opening a condom he removed from his wallet and sliding it onto his thick base. My eyes widen and my mouth forms a small o shape when I take in his size. He removed himself from his boxers while I was still coming down from cloud nine and while I’ve touched him through his pants before, I’ve never seen him with my own eyes.I must admit, I knew he was big, but seeing him in person is an entirely new level of big.

He takes in the surprised expression on my face and grins, “What’s wrong?”

“You’re fucking huge. I don’t think the whole thing will fit in me,” I admit, still wide eyed with shock. His length is impressive and thick with veins that run under his crown to his base. I’ve never seen such a big cock before and my mouth salivates at the sight of Harvey in his full glory. The man is built like a God in every way, from his defined abs and muscles to the rigid length aimed directly towards me.

He strokes himself through the condom, “What’s the matter, Little Rockstar? Scared of putting your money where your mouth is?” he teases.

I respond by wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me. I reach between us and start stroking him, rubbing my clit with his tip. His cock twitches in my grip and I smirk back, “Shut up and fuck me already,” I demand sassily as I squeeze his shaft gently to emphasize my point.

He goes feral, gripping my wrist and removing my hand from his length. He grabs my other wrist in the same hand and pins my arms above my head, leaving me completely vulnerable. He uses his other hand to slide his cock through my folds, lubricating the condom with my arousal. “You’re being a little bratty. What happened to the good girl that begged me to fuck her a few minutes ago?”

“She’s impatient and needs you to hurry up before she ditches you completely in favor of her vibrator,” I push him with a wicked tone, my brows pull together in the middle and my eyes darken.

He leans in close to my lips and kisses me hungrily, biting my bottom lip hard enough that I taste the metallic tang of blood. He pulls away and our eyes open, but he still bites my bottomlip as he pulls away. Once he finally releases it, I spot a drop of my blood on his lips and my clit throbs when he licks it off and grins. “You’re such a brat. I’m gonna have to fuck that attitude out of you, I guess,” he threatens and just when I’m about to argue with him, to push him harder, he silences me before I’ve even spoken by pushing inside my entrance with his thick, rock-solid length.

My chin tilts up and I moan loudly as my back arches in response. His cock stretches me and fills me up and the feeling is so otherworldly, I’ve never experienced anything like it. I’ve never been this full before. He releases my wrists and grabs my throat in a gentle grip, but a grip that is dominant and territorial, nonetheless. He leans in close, “That’s only half, Baby. Think you can handle the rest?”

“Only half?” my eyes widen in surprise.

He raises a brow and I tighten my legs around his waist, drawing him in closer, urging him on. My arms wrap around his neck, my fingers threading through his perfectly groomed hair. “Do you want more?” he asks, his tone curious.

I roll my hips in question and pull him even closer with my legs. “Yes, I want all of you,” I say breathily.

He slowly pushes further inside of me and when I cry out, he slows, “Is it too much?”

“No. Give me more. Please,” I beg.

“Stop me if it’s too much,” he demands as he slowly sinks himself to the hilt in one thrust. It feels like I’m being torn apart from the inside and I gasp at the intrusion. I know immediately that there’s no going back now. Harvey Taylor has already staked his claim over me in every way that counts and he has undoubtedly just ruined me for every other man. He squeezes my throat only slightly, “You okay, Baby?” I nod. He kisses my jaw, “I need you to breathe, you’re holding your breath.”

I didn’t even realize that’s what I’d been doing. I take a deepbreath as he slowly pulls out only to push back inside me. “Does it feel okay?” he asks, concern lacing his tone.

I nod, “It feels so fucking good,” I moan.

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