Page 94 of Stolen Harmony
My whole body lit up, heat rolling through me in waves. I rocked into his touch, moaning, babbling praise and filth, letting him see how much I wanted it, how much I wantedhim.
He fucked me with his fingers, thumb rubbing slow circles around my rim, tongue joining in when he wanted to see me lose control. The pleasure built again, dizzying, sharp, every nerve ending raw and exposed.
When he finally pulled back, my ass was wet and aching, my cock twitching, my whole body strung tight with need.
But then he surprised me—he lay down beside me, pulling me into his arms, rolling us so I was straddling his waist, mycock leaking against his stomach. His eyes were soft but still wild, hair a mess, face flushed with desire.
“Your turn,” he said, voice low. “Show me what you want. Show me what it’s like.”
I blinked, chest tight, a rush of affection and hunger blooming in my gut. “You sure?”
He nodded, swallowing. “I want to feel it. Want to know what it’s like to be taken care of.”
I kissed him, slow and deep, pouring everything I couldn’t say into his mouth. My hands roamed over his chest, down to his thighs, cupping, squeezing, mapping every inch of muscle, every scar.
I slid down his body, pressing kisses to his neck, his collarbone, his chest, trailing lower until I was between his legs. But this time, I wanted to give him something new.
I lifted his legs gently, exposing him, and pressed a kiss to his inner thigh, then to the place just beneath his balls. He shuddered, a low moan rumbling out of him.
“Relax,” I murmured, soothing, gentle. “Tell me if you want to stop.”
He nodded, eyes wide, breath held.
I licked a slow stripe up from his taint to his hole, letting him get used to the sensation, watching his reactions. He shivered, breath catching, then relaxed into it, hips rolling.
“Fuck, Rowan—feels weird, but good.”
I grinned, then dove in, licking, teasing, working my tongue over his rim, sucking, making it wet and slick. I licked him open, pushing my tongue inside, feeling the way he clenched around me, the way his cock jerked against his stomach.
“God, you taste good,” I whispered, then dove back in, tongue fucking him, hands spreading his cheeks, keeping him open.
He moaned, deeper now, needier, hands gripping thesheets, body trembling under my worship. I pressed a slick finger inside, slow and careful, then another, working him open, teaching his body how to take it.
He writhed, hips rocking, breath coming faster. “Rowan—fuck, I—oh god, don’t stop.”
“Never,” I promised.
But the hunger in me was too wild to keep still. I wanted more—wanted everything. I crawled up, my mouth slick with him, and straddled his waist. He reached for me, hands running over my thighs, up my ass, pulling me close until my cock pressed against his chest.
“Come here,” he growled, voice still rough, but there was a kind of wonder in his eyes—like he couldn’t quite believe this was real, that I was real, sprawled out and desperate for him.
I guided his hands to my hips, then swung my leg over his head, bringing my cock right above his mouth, my own mouth hovering over his still-hard, spit-slick length. For a moment, we just stared at each other—me, looking down the long line of his muscled body, watching his chest rise and fall, his cock throbbing, mouth parted in anticipation; him, staring up at me, hands squeezing my ass, fingers digging in, grounding us both in the here and now.
I bent forward, breath hot against the head of his cock, and licked a long, slow stripe up the thick shaft, tasting the mingled salt of his skin and my spit. At the same time, I felt his mouth, hot and hungry, wrap around the head of my own cock, sucking me in with a moan that vibrated through my whole body.
The sensation was dizzying—giving and taking, the rhythm building between us, neither one of us in control, both of us lost to the heat and hunger.
I let my weight settle over his chest, spreading my knees wide, bracing myself with one hand on his thigh, the other guiding his cock to my lips. I took him in, slow and deep, lettingthe thick length stretch my mouth, savoring the weight and taste, the power of making him shudder and curse beneath me.
He matched me, tongue working over the head of my cock, lips sealing tight, sucking me down until I could feel the back of his throat. He was eager, unpracticed but passionate, the lack of finesse only making it hotter—because hewantedit, wanted me, and that was enough to make me lose my mind.
Our bodies moved in tandem, every lick and suck answered, the room filling with the wet, filthy sounds of mutual pleasure. My spit and his precome smeared across my lips, down my chin, dripping onto his stomach. I moaned around his cock, feeling him twitch and swell, his hips bucking up, trying to fuck my face.
I pulled off, gasping for air, then dove back down, taking him deeper, swallowing him, loving the stretch, the ache, the way he filled me up. I felt his tongue lapping at the sensitive spot beneath the head of my cock, then moving lower, sucking at my balls, licking at my taint, making me shudder and grind down into his face.
“Yeah, fuck, just like that, daddy,” I gasped, my voice muffled by his cock, but I knew he felt the vibration. “Eat me up. Use me.”
He groaned, the sound vibrating through my cock, sending shocks of pleasure straight up my spine. He grabbed my ass, spreading me wider, guiding me down onto his mouth, tongue darting out to rim me, teasing my hole, filthy and perfect.
