Page 91 of My Favorite Secret
“Shhh, I’m not done with you. I still have a prize to claim.”
Harper gasps with a flicker of nerves, but arousal wins out. She lifts her hips with impatience, offering herself to me. “Yes, please. I want to do everything with you.”
Fuck. I won’t last a minute.
I flip Harper onto her stomach and thrust into her pussy from behind, slow and deep. “You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmur, pumping into her. “All dressed up in your pretty tutu, offering yourself to me so sweetly.”
I reach for lube and spread it along Harper’s backside. She shivers from my touch and moans.
“Deep breaths. Relax.” I take it slow, prepping her ass with my fingers, stretching her behind as I slowly fuck her pussy. “Stroke your clit.”
She follows my instructions. It’s not long before she’s panting, clenching my fingers and cock with another orgasm. When her muscles relax, I slide my cock to her ass, smearing it with pre-cum as I work the head inside.
“You tell me if it’s too much,” I whisper against her ear.
She grips the sheets. “It won’t be. I need this.”
Harper inhales as I press forward, sinking deeper into her tight ass. I’m trembling, gasping, grinding my teeth as I fight against the pleasure. Taking my girl from behind feels too good. This girl who not so long ago hated me but has now let down all her walls. She’s giving herself completely to me.
“That’s it, Harper, you’re taking me so well,” I praise, holding her hips beneath the delicate tulle, watching where my cock disappears into her. I move slowly, letting her adjust to the new sensation as her body stretches to accommodate my size.
Harper exhales, shuddering. “Felix...”
“Do we need to stop?”
“No.”
My arms slip beneath her chest, hugging the most precious thing in this world to me. “Are you ready for more?”
When she nods, I push farther until I’m buried to the hilt. We both groan at the intensity. I hold still for Harper’s benefit, but also because I’m struggling with everything in me to resist coming. After a long pause, Harper flexes her hips beneath me.
“Fuck, Harper, your ass is so tight around my cock” Igrunt, barely maintaining control. “You feel incredible. I’m trying hard to not come.”
She arches farther into me. “Oh, god.”
“Tell me how it feels.”
“I’m so full.”
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, because it’s you,” she sighs, starting to pant. “I need more.”
I groan in agreement, thrusting slowly, watching where we connect, transfixed as my cock disappears into her tight hole over and over. But there’s another sight I want to see right now. Being careful, I grasp Harper around the waist and draw the two of us up to our knees, keeping my cock deep within her ass. My girl is so flexible from years of ballet, I could have her in any position.
She gasps, seeing our reflection in the mirror. I’m so fucking turned on by the sight. Harper looks so sweet and innocent in her ballet costume, yet we’re doing the filthiest act.
“Watch yourself in the mirror, Harper,” I murmur along her neck as we make eye contact in the reflection. “See how pretty you look in your tutu and ballet slippers while taking my cock.”
Harper moans, transfixed by the erotic sight of us moving together. The pale tulle skirt flutters around her hips, teasing glimpses of where we’re connected. We’re like day and night, with me covered in ink and Harper so dainty. Polar opposites who fit flawlessly with one another.
“We look perfect together, don’t you think?”
“Yes, Felix,” she murmurs.
Gripping her hips, I thrust into her faster. Her cheeks are flushed. Her lips are parted with pleasure. The glittering tiara sits askew on her ruffled curls.Utterly perfect.
“Look at you, taking me so deep,” I growl. “Such a good little ballerina.”
