Page 63 of Sins of the Father

Any reservation or voice in my head evaporates, and the only thing I want is to please her. When I kiss her, the waves of desire that have plagued me pick up speed. She shudders in my arms and moans in my mouth, and my erection throbs against my zipper.

I remove her shirt and kiss her right shoulder then her neck, across her jaw, then down her left shoulder.

Every breath of hers riles me. Inflaming all the heat bursting in my cells.

I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her on me, tasting her mouth while removing her bra. One palm holds her arching back, one hand pebbles her nipple, and my mouth sucks on her other breast.

Her skin is warm and soft, like a blanket. And I roll my tongue on the edge of her nipple then suck it until it’s so rock-hard, she calls out my name in a breathy tone.

She rocks her lower body on mine. The denim between us becomes damp with her juices and my pre-cum, and the blood in my body pounds in my veins.

She tugs my shirt off me and slides her forearms on my shoulders and stretches in the air as I scrape my teeth on her neck.

“Steven,” she breathes. “Oh God.”

I need to taste her and feel her writhe in my mouth. And I want her to beg me until she can barely talk and only feel an intensity she’s never felt before. So I flip her on the bed and rip her pants off her, sliding her wet panties off with them in one movement.

I fall to my knees and run my cheek on the smoothness of her thigh, and she moans. I suck and lick and kiss the curve of her body where her legs meet her pussy while inhaling her arousal. Her sex drips before I even touch it, and she begs me as I widen her legs.

“Please. Oh...”

“You’re a beautiful piece of artwork, Harper,” I mumble, pausing for a moment to take in every inch of her nakedness. The flush on her face makes her green eyes brighter. The mole near her belly button I caress with my pinky while circling her mound with my thumb.

“Please, Steven. Please... I...please…”

I tease her clit, surrounding my lips around it but not touching her, using only my breath, and she gasps. I flick my tongue, slowly, grunting from every whimper and plea she gives me.

Her voice is loud, then soft, then loud again. Desperation flies out of her mouth and her body is like a snake, twisting and turning. She digs harder and begs me again.

“I don’t want you to come yet,” I tell her as she digs her fingers in my head.

“Steven, please.”

I lunge up and stick my tongue in her mouth, and the feel of her body quivering under mine is paradise. “I’m taking care of you, beautiful. Trust me.” I slide back down and continue to edge her as long as I can, keeping her so close to coming, when she finally bursts, she completely unravels and hits a deeper level.

Her body becomes an inferno, glistening with sweat, writhing under my touch. I stick my tongue in her hole then suck on it, and she whimpers and bucks. The rasp of her voice only gets rougher, and my dick aches with desire to be in her.

“Please,” she begs again, and I cave, flicking my tongue as quick as I can over her clit and sucking her with ferocity.

“Oh God,” she screams, and her body becomes an earthquake of tremors. “Yes...oh yes... Steven...ohhhhh…”

I don’t release her until she’s soared over and over, and I can barely hear her cries. Locks of hair stick to her face from sweat, and she pulls at my roots. And when that point comes, I quickly release my pants and slide into her, grasping her tightly while her body convulses into mine.

Her pussy is a sleeve of wet pleasure, and I groan, then still my hips for a moment, pecking her on the forehead and locking eyes with her. “Okay, Harper?”

Her mouth is already an O, and she half nods and greedily sticks her tongue in my mouth.

I thrust slowly, and her sex wraps around my cock while her body continues to shake in my arms.

Her whimpers increase, she digs her fingers into my ass, and she meets my thrusts. I dip down to her neck, biting the curve, and she cries out, “Oh God.”

Our flesh singes against the other, blood pounding, and hearts racing.

“Steven, oh...faster...oh, please...”

I’m barely hanging on to control myself. “Not yet, Harper.”

“What...oh...oh...please,” she begs. Her walls spasm around my cock, but I won’t give it to her yet.

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