Page 37 of The Destined SEAL
“Fuck me harder. I need it harder,” she says, moaning. “Make sure I can feel you inside me forever.”
Permission granted.
Tightening my grip on her, I fuck her like she wants. And also exactly how my dick prefers because the second the friction and pace quicken, I feel the sensations rise and know I’m going to come.
“Slow down,” I ask, pulling her to the top of my dick without disconnecting our bodies. My dick gleams with her wetness, and I can see the tip of my cock spreading her pussy open. “Dammit. My god, dammit.” Slamming my eyes shut, I try to control my body, but she has complete control over my mind as well.
She slides off, and I feel her crawl next to me, her breaths ragged. “You on top. I’ll come in like two seconds.” She licks my ear. Then my neck, her lips traveling over to my mouth. I use my tongue to violate her mouth in a passionate kiss. My hands are holding her head in place, and the little moans and sighs of pleasure that escape her mouth drive me fucking wild.
I roll on top of her and cage her body under mine using my arms. Her hands run the expanse of my biceps, her eyes open and locked on mine. She blinks slowly, spreads her legs further, grabs my dick, and pulls it into her body. It’s so warm and wet that it slips in. I don’t move, but she works her hips under me to bring us together. “You feel so good. Stay inside me,” she says.
The light from the bathroom lights the side of her face, and I lose my breath. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this.” I kiss her forehead and then her closed eyes one by one. “I never want to leave you.”
She leans up and kisses me, and I thrust into her at a quiet, loving pace. This isn’t fucking anymore. Harper meets my hips stroke for stroke. She didn’t lie, it doesn’t take her long. Wrapping her legs around my back, she digs her nails into my back as the muscles in her pussy clench my cock and draw me deeper inside her.
My neck muscles strain as I watch her face in orgasm. A slight sheen of sweat glistens on her face and neck. Her cheeks are red, her lips are violently pink from our kisses, and her eyes are hooded—nearly closed. “Where do you want me to come?” I ask, dipping my head into the crook of her sweet-smelling neck.
Her reply comes in a breathy moan. “Wherever you want.” She digs her nails into my ass, pushing me in to the hilt.
Message received. I kiss her deep and hard. “I want to taste you when I come inside your pussy,” I say, my teeth pulling her lips after I speak.
Pumping a few more times is all it takes because it’s Harper. I’m finally taking her. She’s panting and satisfied by my dick, asking me to blow my fucking load inside her hot snatch. It’s all too much. I groan against our connected mouths and come inside her as deep as I possibly can—cock pressed to the back as far as it will go.
“I want to stay right here for a while,” Harper says, wrapping her arms around my neck, keeping me deep inside her.
“No arguments there,” I hiss out in between breaths, settling my head next to hers. “That was…everything.”
Harper nods against my shoulder. Her heartbeat hammers against mine—matching it one love-filled beat for the next. My whole body feels weak after that mind-numbing orgasm. There’s no comparison. Everything in my body is electrified, every sense heightened, my soul calling out to its one and only match in this twisted world. This is it for me.
She is it for me.
A sniffle fills the air, and I pull back to look at her face. A tear rolls down the side of her temple and disappears into her brown hair. Harper smiles and kisses me on the lips once. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, her voice catching.
Narrowing my eyes, I ask, “What for?”
“For ignoring our truth for so long.”
I roll off her small frame and tuck her into my body. She fits perfectly, her back against my chest and her legs bent around mine. Norah’s lotion catches my eye, and I swallow down a bout of guilt.
How can I possibly feel guilt when I have, quite literally, everything I’ve ever loved in my arms? I kiss the top of her head, and she nestles in deeper, pulling my arm under her face.
I make a note to put away the lotion as soon as Harper goes to the restroom.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Harper
Every single musclein my body hurts. We had sex three times last night. There’s not a spot on my body that doesn’t have either Ben’s saliva or his cum dried into my skin. Wincing when I sit up in bed, I throw a hand over my eyes when the sunlight blasts through the open curtain. “Oh my god. I think I’m dying,” I groan.
Ben is already in the kitchen. Pots and pans are banging around, and I hear the fridge door open and close. Ben’s white dress shirt is sitting on the floor next to the bed. “Perfect,” I say, sliding my arms into the big sleeves and buttoning a few, leaving the top open. I catch sight of myself in the mirror over his dresser and find my lipstick smeared all over the collar.
Ben peeks into the room. “You’re up!” His smile is bright, and butterflies flutter in my stomach. Part of me worried he’d think we made a mistake last night. I didn’t.
“I was a right fine whore last night,” I admit, turning to him so he can see his destroyed shirt.
He waves it off. “That’s what Grace is for. She’ll get those stains out.”
“Grace?”
