Page 36 of The Destined SEAL
“A little.” She crosses her legs at her ankles. It’s not supposed to be a sexy, fucking pose, but it’s what I see. When my dick twitches in approval, Harper runs her hands over my pecs and abs.
“So, if I’m quick, you can’t blame me,” I growl. I hope I’m joking because I want to take it slow with her. This needs to last as long as humanly possible. The gratification I get from being with her like this, stripped of all preconceived notions, is the best feeling in the world, and my dick hasn’t even slid home yet.
“Want to touch me now?” she asks, guiding my hand up the side of her body to end on her perfect tit. My other hand goes tothe other without her guidance. “I want to feel you everywhere,” she says, her voice breathy.
Sighing, I glide my rough palms over her nipples and up and over her sharp collarbones and down her arms. In the wake of my touch, her skin prickles, and her eyes close in pleasure. “You’re so soft,” I remark, watching my tanned, worked hands in contrast to her smooth, creamy skin. “Tell me how it feels,” I command.
Her eyes open when one of my hands glides down her flat stomach and stops between her legs, on her smooth, wet pussy. She moans, her pink lips separate, and her straight, white teeth peek out. I slide one finger inside her, and the silky tightness grips me. I crook my finger against her G-spot, and I ask her again how my touch feels.
“Like I’m flying high in the sky,” she gasps out, leaning her body against mine. The scent of her desire fills my senses, and my dick is pressed against my stomach in between our bodies. “So good, Benny. It feels so good. Nothing compares to this. Nothing has ever compared to this.”
Somehow her using my childhood nickname and telling me I’m the best she’s ever had makes my balls tingle. I need to hurry this up so I can have my turn.
With my thumb, I work her clit at the same tempo, and her petite body stiffens. “This feels good? If it feels so good, I want you to come.” I brace her around her waist as the first grips of her orgasm hit. Her head thrown back, she swears in about four different languages.
In the mirror across the room, I catch a glimpse of our naked bodies, and Harper presses so close I’m unable to tell where she starts and I begin, but for the differences in our skin color. Mine is tanned and weathered from a life spent in the elements, and hers is flawless and perfect. Taking a few steps back until mylegs hit the bed, I pull her down on top of me as she catches her breath.
She lays her head on my chest for a second or two and then pops up. She doesn’t say anything, and I don’t have to either. I lick both my middle finger and my thumb as she grins and then leans in to kiss me. The kiss is cruel and torturous as she works her wet pussy over my steely cock, teasing, asking for more.
I grunt a few times when the head of my cock is on the cusp of slipping in. Cradling her head in my hands, I control the kiss. Her tongue is sweet, and her lips fit with mine perfectly, like a road map, and I know every subtle pit stop along the way. I lean away from the kiss and lick the corner of her ear. “Ben Wa balls in your ears?” I whisper.
“Hat tilt to the best twenty minutes in my history,” she says, her slick lips brushing mine as she talks. The night we lost our virginity to each other.
I laugh. “It was less than twenty minutes.” She’s being generous. I was so stoked on her body and anticipation I nearly creamed my pants the second she shut her bedroom door.
Straddling my knees, she orders me back on the bed. “I’m going to show you something that will take less than twenty minutes.”
When she takes my dick into her hands, I raise my brows and fold my arms behind my head. “I won’t tell you no. If you were asking.”
She kisses my abs. It’s more tongue than kiss, and my body hardens under the sensation. Another kiss by my belly button, lower again. Harper’s hand is working my dick in slow, sumptuous strokes. When her mouth finally nears my cock, she leans up and spits on the tip—the saliva connecting me to her for a split second.
“It’s almost criminal now that I know what I’ve been missing.” Memories fade, but I know nothing in my history compares to this.
Instead of responding, she lowers her head to take me all the way into her throat in one fierce move, one hand on the base of my shaft and the other cupping my balls. “Ahhhh,” I hiss. Controlling my hips is hard. I want to fuck her face, want to come right now, down her throat, but I want to be inside the slick warmth my fingers tasted more.
My view is something from a porno. Beautiful girl, wearing high heels, straddling me, with my dick sloppy wet, appearing and disappearing in her mouth. Harper’s hair is swinging, and her eyes flick to mine every so often, and that’s when reality hits me and the urge to come flickers more than it should at this point.
Not today, Satan.
“Harper, Harper. Stop. I need to be inside you.” The sentence alone makes me desperate for my twisted, perfect request.
Wiping her mouth, she leans up, keeping her hands on my stomach. “Every muscle in your body is flexed,” she remarks. “I like it way more than I thought I would.”
“Happy to be of service. Back to the task at hand. Don’t let my muscles distract you.”
She snaps once in front of her face. “Hypnosis ended. Let’s fuck, Ben.” Her voice is a whisper, but her eyes are screaming for my cock. This is a version of Harper I’ve never had before. The person Marcus with bad breath has had all of these years. At the thought, my gaze darts to her neck and then the side of her face that he tainted by hate. A hate disguised as love and affection. A hate derived from her unwillingness to spend the rest of her life with him.
Shaking my head, I ask her to repeat herself. I need the dirty talk to get back to the root of our passion. She does, and then sheslides on her knees up my body to hover over my dick. Using one hand, I bend my cock back to meet with her wet pussy.
Harper swallows hard, and I’m privy to her darkest fears by merely glimpsing in her eyes.
“It’s me, Harper.”
I let her sit down slowly, keeping my hands on her hips. Sweat beads on my forehead, and the willpower I have to use once I’m inside her is painful. The urge to fuck her like a bandito on a drug-fueled robbery is all-consuming. I want every part of her body to smell like me. I want every hole on her body filled with me. My cum. Every single thing on her body claimed as mine so strongly that every male in the country knows she belongs to me.
Harper tilts her chin to the ceiling and rides me, writhing her hips back and forth in a concoction of pure pleasure and ecstasy. Her arms are down by her sides, but she raises them to pull her hair out of her face on each side. Her pink nipples are hardened peaks on top of glorious, bouncing tits.
“You’re mine. Do you hear me? This makes you mine forever,” I say.
