Page 15 of The Big Scoop

I knew how wrong this was; a journalist getting together with the guy she was supposed to be doing a story on, but now that there was no story, was there really any harm in giving into what we both wanted?

Fuck it, I thought as I looked up and brought my eyes to his. Harrison wanted me, and I wanted him. That was the only thing that mattered now, and when he leaned in to kiss me, I didn’t stop him.

In fact, I pulled him closer.

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Gwen

The submission that flowed through me shocked and thrilled me at the same time.

Never in my life had I felt so small standing next to a man, but as Harrison ran his strong hands up my body, I wanted to give myself to him wholly and fully.

I wanted him to take me, show me what to do, use all that experience to show me what I’d been missing. I wanted to show him my body, to see what affect that had on him…

…I wanted his fingers back where they were supposed to go…

Evidently, Harrison knew exactly what I was thinking and spun me around and pinned me up against my car, and with one swift motion, had my skirt hiked up over my hips.

I wasn’t wearing any panties, and the evening breeze was cool on my thighs, but Harrison’s warm hand drove the chill away instantly. I gasped as his fingers found my pussy and clenched my hand against his strong, taut shoulder as he slid inside again.

Right where we left off…

“Harrison…” I moaned.

I spread my legs for him, my heels scraping through the dirt of the parking lot, and gasped as he went all the way inside.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he growled into my ear, igniting the fire inside me further. “So tight and wet. And look at you, going out reporting with no fucking panties on. There’s more to you than meets the eye, isn’t there?”

I couldn’t speak. The orgasm that I’d denied myself earlier came rushing out of the darkness like a freight train, and within seconds I was ready to explode.

His fingers were magic and I moaned loudly, my chest heaving and my blood boiling as I clutched onto his hard body and held on for dear life as the world shook around me.

“I’m c-c-coming!” I managed to stammer as the most mind-bending orgasm of my life took hold of me.

My legs almost came out from under me and I would have fallen if it weren’t for Harrison using his other arm to hold me up. He snatched me around the waist like a hero and held me there as I came, shaking and stammering, staccato moans escaping my lips as he curled his fingers inside me.

“Good girl,” he cooed into my ear. “That’s it. Come for me.”

“Oh, God!” I moaned as another wave of pleasure hit me, so intense that I was sure I was going to topple over. But Harrison held me firm as my orgasm swept through me and kept me up until I was able to get my legs under me again.

I lifted my head, blinked a few times, and looked at him.

A proud grin lay across his face. Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and raised them to his lips. Without hesitation, he opened his mouth and sucked them.

“Mmmm,” he groaned. “You taste incredible.”

My mouth fell open. I didn’t know what to do or how to react. Had he really just done that? Was this real life? Did we just step into a Pornhub amateur scene?

“But now I want the real thing.”

Before I could do anything, Harrison was on his knees in front of me. I cried out and jumped back out of reflex, but Harrison’s strong hands grabbed my ass and pulled me back to him.

He buried his face between my legs, and when I felt his wet tongue against my already sensitive clit, I cried out so loud that I had to slap a hand over my mouth to keep myself quiet.

I felt as though I’d been thrust into a whole new realm of experiences, like I’d been thrown head first off a cliff and was plunging toward the water below at top speed.

“Har-Har-Harrison!” I stammered as he lapped at my pussy, sending uncontrollable shudders and shakes through my body. Reflexively, I reached out and put my hand on his head to steady myself, which he seemed to like as he groaned back.

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