Page 112 of Sins of the Father

“Get on your knees and put your forearms on the seat in front of you.”

She obeys. I drop my pants to my ankles, and as soon as her ass is in the air, I enter her hot sex, groaning like a dog in heat.

It’s exactly what Harper makes me feel like. A dog in heat, which is why I can’t seem to control myself around her.

My legs rest against hers. The length of her stilettos dig into my ankles. My hands grip her hips.

“Hard. Fuck me hard, Steven. Don’t make me wait and don’t let up. Please,” she begs.

And I do. I take every ounce of stress, anxiety, and anger I’m feeling and pound into her, hitting her G-spot almost instantly.

She screams in ecstasy. Her back arches, and her pussy spasms on my cock so hard, I’m only a few minutes into her never-ending tremors before I lose all control and release in her, calling out obscenities and her name.

I collapse over her, breathing like a dying man needing oxygen, not wanting to pull out of the wet paradise of her heat.

She turns her head, and her lips take away more stress but create another carnal need within me.

“Flip over, and pull your dress up so it doesn’t get stained.”

Her eyes widen in curiosity, but she does it, pulling her dress up and off to the side.

I grab the tissues, scanning her gorgeous face and wipe her clean.

“Thanks,” she says, still breathing hard.

“I’m not done with you.”

“Sorry?”

As soon as I finish, I dip down and flick my tongue and suck her clit so hard, she presses on my head and nearly elevates off the seat.

“Oh my God,” she cries out and digs her nails into my skull.

Something about Harper makes me a starving man. No matter how many times or how many ways I have her, I can’t get enough. So I make her soar several times, and when she’s whimpering and squeezing my neck so tightly I can’t breathe, only then do I release her.

I lurch up her body and put my face next to hers. “If I’m an ass tonight, it’s not directed at you. And if I do anything to make you uncomfortable, tell me.”

She holds my head. “If I pull out my bitch card, and it’s to the wrong person, kick me under the table.”

“Your...what?”

She smirks. “I’ll whip out some New York on their sorry selves. You want to mess with my man? Well, fuck a monkey’s ass and let pigs shit gold!”

For the first time all day, I laugh so hard tears form. I wipe my face. “I have no idea what the hell that means.”

“Anna and I made it up in school, and it stuck. We always say it.”

“You do?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll have to remember not to get on either of your bad sides.”

She smiles. “It’s nice to see you smile again.”

I peck her. “Thanks for making me.”

She pulls me in for a deep kiss and murmurs, “Thanks for the orgasms.”

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