Page 219 of Fixation
I’ll spread them over their graves. After I’m done with her.
The shovels are behind me as I stand on top of Sergey’s fresh grave, arms crossed over my chest.
“Come here.”
Harper doesn’t fight me or ask why. She pushes off the tree, her boots and socks already gone as she walks over to where I’m standing.
She stops in front of me, close enough to feel her heat, like she’s daring me to break first.
Granted, I do. I reach for her hair, winding it in my fist. I shove Harper lower and lower until she’s kneeling before me.
“Is this okay?” She bats her lashes, wickedly innocent.
She might be down there, held by her hair, seemingly helpless.
She isn’t. Harper has her fist around my heart. She owns me.
She isn’t letting go.
I’d never want her to.
Desire bursts through me. Watching her down there, on top of a man’s grave, I’m in love.
“Take me out.”
She licks her lips, freeing my cock. My throbbing length bobs in her face, and she grabs the base, parting her lips.
This girl, she knows exactly what to do to make me lose my fucking mind. My Harper opens only wide enough to take the tip in, to lap her tongue over my precum.
“Harper.” With my hand in her hair, I push her all the way in. Groaning when her teeth graze me.
Her frantic eyes stare up at me. She digs her nails into my thighs, gagging at the brutal assault.
“That’s for talking back, kitten.” I’m being ruthless, inconsiderate, and desperate as I use her mouth, fucking it. She’s coughing and drooling.Mine. “I’m filling your mouth with something better than your attitude. Than your teasing words. You’re going to take me—yes, just like that. There you go. Scratch me. Hurt me. Show me how much you don’t want it.”
Instead of biting me, Harper moans around my dick. Her nails no longer break my skin. She’s kneeling right over where Sergey’s head’s located under the dirt, and she’s sucking me.
“Fuck,” I groan, pulling her off me. A string of her spit connects her mouth and my cock. Her breasts heave, eyes wide. “Be a good girl, Harper. Take my boots off. My pants.”
For weeks, I’ve been the one stripping her. Looking after her. Worshipping her. It doesn’t feel as good to be the one tended to, but it is hot.
She’s so good with her hands that I’m naked from the waist down in a matter of seconds. I grab the hem of my hoodie, whipping it off, then discard my T-shirt.
Seeing her as she waits for me, still on her goddamn knees, makes it harder to think.
I fucking manage, kneeling in front of her, getting her naked too.
By the time every inch of Harper’s skin is exposed, I’m suffocated by desire. I put her down so she’s lying on the dirt. On top of Sergey’s grave.
Her hair is sprawled on the ground, breasts swollen with lust. She’s panting and moaning, mumbling,PleaseandI need you.
Every sound she makes sinks its claws into my chest, dragging me closer to losing control.
I fist my cock, stroking it, smearing her spit from root to tip.
She starts crying, unable to take it anymore, spreading her pussy lips with her fingers.
Being a ruthless bastard, I wait for her fingertips to brush her clit.
