Page 156 of Sins of the Father

“What?”

I release the tie on my robe and shrug my shoulders so it falls to the floor. “Use me.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

I step between his legs. “Pound your aggression into me, Steven.”

The blue in his eyes turns darker. He glances between my breasts and my face.

I move my body closer so my nipples, which are beginning to pucker, are inches from his face. I grab his hand and put it on my sex. “I’m already wet for you. What are you going to do?”

His jaw twitches. One of his digits lightly traces my slit. His breathing becomes more shallow.

I reach for his pants and grip the waist. When I start to pull, he lifts his hips. “That’s a good boy,” I quietly praise him as the slow throbbing in my loins grows. I brush my nipple against his lips.

He closes his eyes again. “Harper, I don’t want to use you.”

I lean into his ear, my hair falls around his head, and I lace my fingers into his wet hair. The heat from his body penetrates my cells. “Let’s use each other. Now suck me then I’m going to suck you.” I lick the sweat behind his ear and tug his head into my cleavage.

He groans then moves his mouth over my breast.

“Hard,” I demand. “Mark me so I’m sore all day.”

“Harper.”

“Fuck me so I can’t walk straight, Steven.”

I’ve never told anyone to do what I’m telling him to. And I realize how much I trust him to do whatever to my body he can and how much I want him to take anything I can give him he needs.

He groans and increases the pressure so a pleasant pain runs through my core and right to my sex.

“Steven!” I cry out and dig my nails into his skull.

He moves to my other breast and does the same. “This what you want, Harper?”

“Yes!”

He grabs my legs, straddles me over him, then slides me onto his cock. He rises while in me, takes four strides to the nearby wall, and pushes me against it.

It’s a cold contrast to the heat of his body. I grip around his shoulders and my hands slide from his sweat. My legs tighten around his torso.

Thrusting into me, his erection ripples my walls. He grunts then finds my lips and parts them by roughly shoving his tongue in my mouth.

I match the flicks of his tongue, whimpering from his cock pounding into my heat.

His lips become a torture device, teasing me, then shocking me with intense waves of endorphin-filled pressure.

“Faster,” I pant, buzzing with adrenaline but only on the cusp of coming. I try to move my hips quicker, but I’m unable to since I’m sandwiched between him and the wall.

He grunts, thrusts harder, and hits my G-spot.

My body becomes a pinball machine as he pounds into it, and I spasm, clutching his erection. But it’s like trying to maintain your grasp when someone has slippery hands, and he creates havoc on my sensitive walls.

“Harper,” he growls into the curve of my neck.

His sweat merges with mine, and our bodies drenched in our lust, mixing with the smell of our sex, is like an intoxicating drug.

“Suck me,” I yell.

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