Page 58 of The Destined SEAL
I say it again, whispered in her ear, while dipping a finger inside her slit. Sliding closer to her, on my knees, I push my cock down so I can rub her clit with the head of my dick. “This is what you want?”
“Yes,” Harper moans. “I want it now.”
Her face is flushed, and she has a red beard stubble rash everywhere. I’m so fully all over her body that looking at her is the ultimate turn-on. Harper is mine. Tomorrow she will bemine in the only other way she’s not. Officially. For the rest of time, I’ll get the girl I’ve wanted my entire life.
Harper reaches between her legs and guides me into her, leaning her body to position my cock deeper. She opens her eyes to meet mine. “Now,” she says, a ghost of a smirk dancing on her lips.
Grabbing her hips to take some of her weight, I fuck her, watching my dick disappear as I fill her. She clenches around me as I rub her G-spot from this position. I go slow, taking it in, appreciating everything happening in front of me. I’ll never get tired of this, will never take Harper and our connection for granted again.
“How does that feel?” I ask, trying to control my breaths. The urge to come is always there if she’s naked and in front of me, but when I’m watching my dick spike into her cunt, it’s another world of desire. Filling her with my cum is the only thing I can think of after she orgasms around my dick.
I want her to have my babies. I want to see her round with my children. See how she changes over the years, time granting me the ability to love her in all of the phases of life we have left. She went off birth control the day we planned the wedding two weeks ago.
“It feels good. Rub me like that. I’m going to come so hard,” Harper says, trying to keep her voice down. She realizes she didn’t speak quietly and throws a hand over her mouth.
I keep up the slow assault on her until I can tell she’s about to go out of her mind. She circles her hips, and that provides a completely different sensation, and I groan. “Keep doing that, and I’m going to come before you,” I whisper, but it comes out more like a growl through clenched teeth. “Stop. No, don’t stop, keep doing it.”
Harper smiles, eyes narrowed, happy her little game is driving me insane. “I want you to fill me with your cum, though.All of it. Fuck me,” Harper says, using her tongue to trace the bottom of her lip. My mouth goes fucking dry as I alternate my gaze between her hot snatch eating my dick and her face, which might be just as much of a turn-on.
“Your filthy mouth makes me want to come down your throat,” I say, using my thumb to rub her clit in tight small circles. Harper’s leg muscles tighten, and her eyes fall closed. Then she comes, her pussy grabbing on to my cock like a death grip. Once the waves of her orgasm subside, I thrust into her deeply and change position so she’s fully on her back and I’m on top of her. “But I want to come in your pussy more.”
My pace doesn’t match my words. I’m slowly gliding in and out while my lips play with hers. Opening and shutting in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing in a way that lets us know we were made for each other. “Come in me,” she says, words a breathless plea. “I want you to be a part of me.”
Her request is hotter than a million filthy things spoken from another woman’s mouth. Leaning down to rest my face in her neck, I whisper, “You already are.”
Harper clings to my neck as I jut between her legs a few more times and spill inside her deep and hard. I don’t want to move, and Harper doesn’t want me to go anywhere either, her heels digging into my ass, holding me inside.
“I love you, Benny,” she says, her words lighting my ears like my favorite song.
“Tomorrow I’m going to make you my wife, Harper Jean, and it’s going to be the best day of my entire life.”
She sighs, content and warm under my body. “It took so long to get here,” she says.
“And it will be that much better because of it,” I reply, leaning up on my hands to gaze at her face. She has a huge red mark on her shoulder and neck from my five o’clock shadow. I kiss one ofthe marks. “I need to get away from you before my dick gets hard again.”
Wincing, I draw my cock out of her body slowly, deliciously, every inch feeling her tight walls. “Dear God in heaven, thank you for Harper’s body,” I murmur, closing my eyes. “You have no idea how much you affect me,” I admit, palming my cold dick. I want her wetness on my hand.
She sits up, hair a tangled mess, body flushed, and face mirroring the satisfaction I feel. “And you have no idea how much that makes me want you back inside me.”
I groan, throwing myself away from her, backing into the dresser. “Wicked woman, with your magic pussy powers. Stay back.” I hold out a palm in her direction.
Harper giggles and climbs off the bed seductively, hips swaying, hands tracing every curve I want on me.
“No magic here, just Harper.” She winks. Like a sex panther in heat. I want to devour her in the wild. Fuck myself to death. Die in a Harper orgasm fog. Her essence on my lips and my cum pooling inside her body. She makes her way to the restroom, and I watch my cum leak down the inside of her legs.
“When you look in the mirror, you’re going to wish you had some magic. There’s no way they’re going to believe we’ve been writing vows in here with how well fucked you look right now.”
She shrugs. “It was worth the scrutiny,” Harper says, sitting on the toilet to wipe away what I just worked so hard for. “I have to go make the bouquets for tomorrow. You need to get out of here. What are you doing tonight? Strippers? Killing bad guys? I’m not sure what it is a man like you does the night before he gets married.”
She flushes the toilet and tries to fix her hair with a comb. She curses when it doesn’t work. “What does a man like me do the night before he gets married?” I ask, walking up to wrap my hands around her naked body. “I thank God I get to marrythe woman of my dreams and count down the hours until it happens, while simultaneously praying the world doesn’t come down around us before it happens.”
Harper grins, pressing her lips to one side. “You’re trying to woo me right now. I’m swooning, Ben Brahams. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“You want it in you one more time?” I ask, joking.
Harper’s smile widens at the same time as her feet. Then she bends over, pressing her perfect tits against the cold granite. “I need a shower anyway,” she purrs, reaching back to spread her butt cheeks. “If you’re game, that is?”
“How the fuck am I supposed to say no to that?” I ask, stroking my dick while I stare at one of my favorite sights in the entire world. “Hold that fucking thought,” I say, holding up one finger.
