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The promise of being together alone, at her home, completely at peace and without the possibility of anyone interrupting them made something warm sit on her chest. She ached for that possibility, to finally have him all to herself without having to be sneaking around, not that this wasn't enjoyable, but Charlotte wanted to take her time with him, to please him all night long. When his strong hands rested on her hips she leaned closer to him, although from the outside it would look like they were just chatting. "I would very much like that, if she goes to her mom then maybe you could spend the night over too."
Deep down she felt that perhaps she was being too intense, too forwards, guys her age would probably run scared at the thought of staying the night over, but something about Jefferson felt different, he seemed too at ease with her proposition, like it was exactly what he was expecting. "Yeah? Well I guess then I'll have to make an effort to really impress you." She smiled as she slowly pulled away from his grasp, picking up her bag and then returning to him. "We should get going."
"Spending the night is a dangerous offer to make a man like me, Charlotte." He murmured, his voice a low, rumbling promise against her ear. "Because I will absolutely take you up on it. And you don't have to work hard to impress me. You've already done that." He reluctantly let his hands slide from her waist as she stepped back to grab her bag. Watching her walk across the room, his eyes traced the line of her back, the slow ache of desire already reforming in his gut. But as she returned to his side and spoke of leaving, reality crashed back into the room, cooling the immediate heat of the moment with a dose of necessary caution.
He looked toward the heavy wooden door of the classroom, then back down at her. The hallway outside was quiet, but the school wasn't entirely empty yet. There were janitors, late-staying administrators, and perhaps a few lingering parents."We should." Jefferson agreed, his tone shifting into something more grounded, though his eyes remained warm. He reached out, gently straightening the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "But we need to be smart about it. I don’t want a single person guessing why you look so radiant right now."
He offered her a faint, knowing smirk, though his expression was serious. "I will head out first. I will take the main stairs, sign out at the front desk like normal, and head to my car." He instructed softly, the protective father in him taking charge of the logistics. "Give it about five, ten minutes before you leave. That way, if anyone sees either of us, there’s absolutely nothing to connect me being here with you leaving."
Her whole body burned hot in a way that only Hunter managed to make her feel, she was at his complete mercy in the middle of her office, risking anyone walking in on them or even hearing them. He was irresistible to her, a hunger like no other she'd ever met. As he set the pace, pushing into her, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into his back, uncontrollable moans coming out of her lips.
"Oh my god, baby, you make me feel so good." The redhead moaned and whimpered. Her face was guided to meet his, allowing him to see just what a mess of her he was making, face flushed red, lips swollen and parted open moaning for him. "You're fucking me so good Hunter." The older woman praised him, gaze locked with his. "Harder, baby."
Her hands moved to his lower back, nudging him to push harder and deeper into her, gasping for air when she felt him hit just the right spot she needed. She felt so full and so overwhelmed with pleasure, the wave of her first orgasms hitting her slowly, building up and causing her legs to shake and tremble around him. "Fuck, keep going baby."
He drank in the sight of her, his gaze locked onto hers as she praised him. The way she called him 'baby' in that wrecked, whimpering tone made his blood boil with heat. When she urged him to go harder, Hunter didn't need to be told twice. He shifted his grip, his fingers digging into the meat of her thighs to anchor her firmly against the desk, and began to drive into her with a renewed, relentless force. Every thrust was calculated to be deeper and more punishing than the last. He felt the friction of her soaking wet heat clinging to him, the tight slide of her walls milking him as he bottomed out.
"You like that, don't you?" he rasped, his voice thick and rough. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers as he spoke, his breath hot against her skin. "I've got you exactly where I want you." As he felt the first tremors of her orgasm begin to ripple through her legs, Hunter accelerated his pace. He became a blur of motion, his pelvis slamming against hers with a rhythmic, heavy thud that echoed in the quiet office. He could feel her internal muscles beginning to clamp down on him in violent, involuntary spasms, and the sensation nearly pushed him over the edge. He didn't slow down; he pushed through her peak, driving himself into her with everything he had, determined to ride the wave of her pleasure until he finally broke alongside her.
Harper slowly and reluctantly moved from on top of her , just so it wouldn't feel like he was crushing her with his weight. But he didn't move far and stayed right by her side and was pressed against her. His breathing was hot and heavy and he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down properly before turning to look at her. Even after passionate love making she still looked beautiful and he couldn't move away from her. "That was amazing, alright." He said before chuckling softly. "We have to be careful about this in the future. We can't let anyone find out about us , especially our parents." He said to her softly. To the world they were still step siblings and he understood that it is frowned upon for them to be together this way. "But I haven't gotten nearly enough of you. I don't think I can ever get enough of you after this." He said to her with a charming smile. He pulled out of her finally with a squelching pop. She was still leaking his release and he could see it drip down her thighs. "We are very much going to keep this up. If you want to that is." He said to her with a wink.
Sienna was still trying to catch her breath as Harper moved off of her, sliding to the empty side of the bed next to her. Her gaze was focused on the ceiling lips parted slightly open, she couldn't even process yet what had happened and how good he had made her feel. She wouldn't have ever admitted to him how many times she had fantasized about this, about him, touching her, fucking her, claiming her, and now that she had it, the idea of stopping or letting go of him seemed irrational. She turned to her side, facing him, one hand under tucked under her hair propping her head up. "Yeah, I don't want this to stop either." She confessed, showing no signs of embarrassment or shame as she laid naked next to him. "We just have to make sure they're out of the house." Her fingers reached for him wanting to touch his skin. "Or you could come visit me when I go back to college."
Harper had his fair share of girlfriends but he had never been thoroughly satisfied by them. With them it always felt like something was missing, something rather important and he had found that with her. This was what he was craving for more than anything and what he needed more than anything. His heart was racing in his chest for her as he watched and admired her beauty. "That sounds reasonable enough. I shall make certain to visit yout college often then. You can do the same to my college too you know. I would love nothing more than for you to visit me." He said to her with a smirk.
Sawyer leaned back in his chair, the low thrum of the jazz band seeping into his bones as the saxophone curled around the dim lights of the room. Olivia’s grin sliced through the mellow ambience, her elbows planted firmly on the table, her eyes glittering with a mischievous challenge. He felt the familiar flicker of anticipation spark at the edge of his consciousness, a slow‑burning heat that rose whenever she tossed him a question like a live wire. He leaned forward, his elbows now resting on the table opposite hers, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur that seemed to blend perfectly with the soft jazz. “I would stop pretending there’s any restraint left. I would take you exactly where you want to be taken, and I’d make sure you never forget how it feels when I am the only one who can make your world tilt and your breath catch.”
that made olivia's lips part ever so slightly as she stared back at him silently. the flashes of images conjured up were filthy and specific. he was determined to please her and she was damn well going to take him up on that. “do you like taking control, sawyer?” olivia asked, face only inches from his. she ran her index finger slowly over the top of his hand. “because that's what i like. men who aren't afraid to take control. everything else bores me to tears. there's nothing worse than being bored in bed."
Sawyer simply smirked at her. It was a good question that much he could give her. "Definitely. I do enjoy being in control. But I believe a lot of it depends on the other person as well. If you aren't enjoying someone else being in control then I might have to change things. But as you said , there's nothing worse than being bored in bed and I agree to it completely." He slowly sipped on his drink as he finished speaking before he continued. "With me , you will never be bored. That much I can promise you." He said to her with a smirk.
keeping the distance non existence between them and ignoring his need to keep that distance from her, scarlett wanted to ignore every little thing that samual was doing to try and get some closure if that was needed and it was true the brunette was trying to collect some kind of intel whether or not leave him entirely, though known their history together and how serious they had gotten yes it was her fault on way they ended and how they ended and did she feel bad about it? of course she did, it was why she came back and wanting answers to these questions that were swirling through her mind about the 'new couple' if it was a real couple. her brown eyes gazing back at the male she once shared a life with a soft sigh parted from her lips, as she chewed on her bottom lip without known she did it, it was like a thought scarlett did so often. "then what is it? pretending to be over me?" she questioned once again, it was like a word vomit once she started she couldn't stop "go on please tell me, tell me what is on that mind of yours" the female asked wanting the truth from samual. "is this is actually it?" the femme said letting her index finger touch the base of his arm and run it up and down in a gentle motion, wanting to see if he was still going to get some kind of reaction just from a little touch from her.
Samuel’s entire body went rigid the exact moment the pad of her index finger brushed against the base of his arm. It was a feather-light touch, but to him, it felt like a jolt of electricity racing straight up his bicep. His muscles flexed involuntarily under her skin, betraying the stoic facade he was trying so desperately to maintain. He hated how easily she could still read him, how a single, effortless gesture could completely unravel weeks of agonizing discipline. He stared down at her finger moving in that slow, agonizingly gentle motion against his arm. His breath hitched in his throat, his chest tightening so much it physically ached. "No." Samuel whispered, the word tearing out of him, rough and defeated. He didn't pull his arm away from her touch. He couldn't. "I am not pretending to be over you, Scarlett. I am trying to be. There's a difference."
He finally brought his eyes back up to meet her hazel gaze, his expression a turbulent mix of fierce longing and sheer exhaustion. The vulnerability in his eyes was stark, completely exposed now. "You want to know what's on my mind?" He took a sharp, shallow breath, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly register. "Every single day is a battle not to pick up the phone and call you. Every time I look at her, there's a part of me that hates myself because she isn't you. I am trying to move on because you broke us, Scarlett. You left me to pick up the pieces, and I found someone who actually wanted to help me put them back together."
He closed the remaining fraction of an inch between them, his jaw clenching as he looked down at her, his gaze dropping to her lips before snapping back to her eyes. "So no, I am not over you. Not even a little bit. But if you keep touching me like that, if you keep asking me these questions, I am going to ruin everything I've built to try and fix myself. Is that what you want? Do you want to destroy me again?"
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by any normal measure, whitney and her husband had just had the perfect night. a romantic dinner, drinks at the bar where they'd first met, some much-needed alone time... she knew any other woman would be grateful that her partner had put it all together for their anniversary.
inside, in the living room, the cuckoo clock struck four in the morning. upstairs, in the bedroom, her husband slept comfortably through. but outside, seated on their back porch, whitney could hear it, and it meant more to her than an alert that she was up too late.
it was a couple minutes yet before she saw her lover's silhouette slinking through the back gate. her lips pursed. "you know i don't like to be kept waiting."
"And you know I hate sneaking in and out line a thief. But here we still are." He said to her with a charming smile. The truth was he had purposely made her wait because he knew how much she hated waiting and he always enjoyed getting under her skin. It was one of his favourite things to do and he loved every time they were together. She was like a drug he couldn't get enough off. It didn't matter to him that she was married , the only thing that mattered to him was how much he needed her and how he would do anything for her.
"Did you have a nice night with your husband?" He asked her in a low voice as he leaned in towards her. His fingers traced against her jaw and his eyes fell on her lips. Even now in the dark of the night with the clock striking four in the morning. The only thing that mattered to him was her as he leaned in towards her with a charming smile, until their lips were barely inches apart from each other.
Sawyer grabbed his glass of wine and sipped from it. He mostly needed the contact of the glass or anything to hold onto especially when he was imagining the sight of her in a skirt. He felt warmth pooling in his stomach and a different kind of hunger all together reared it's head. "I can't imagine what I would do right now if you were wearing a skirt." He admitted to her. The thought of the sight of her in a skirt paired with the sassy attitude she just had made his head spin and he didn't think he would be able to hold himself back at all if she had worn a skirt to see him today.
his answer surprised her. he was bolder than she'd expected at first glance. and it was certainly a turn on. “is that so?” olivia grinned confidently and leaned forward, elbows resting on the table. soft jazz music began to play as the band took the stage. talk about timing. almost as if he'd planned it. “tell me. if none of these people were around … if we were alone … what would you do?”
Sawyer leaned back in his chair, the low thrum of the jazz band seeping into his bones as the saxophone curled around the dim lights of the room. Olivia’s grin sliced through the mellow ambience, her elbows planted firmly on the table, her eyes glittering with a mischievous challenge. He felt the familiar flicker of anticipation spark at the edge of his consciousness, a slow‑burning heat that rose whenever she tossed him a question like a live wire. He leaned forward, his elbows now resting on the table opposite hers, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur that seemed to blend perfectly with the soft jazz. “I would stop pretending there’s any restraint left. I would take you exactly where you want to be taken, and I’d make sure you never forget how it feels when I am the only one who can make your world tilt and your breath catch.”
Vivian's worries softened when Arthur agreed with her, it was like they saw eye to eye on the matter, that they both wanted it but understood the limitations that confined them. Not only their job, but that she was married and had a family; a man whom she did love in different ways but couldn't satisfy her, not in the way Arthur could. She leans closer to him, hand grasping his. "I think your place would be a good option." She says, although what it means is that she wants to get to know more of him. A hotel seemed too impersonal. The grin on her face is a mix of the pleasure he brought her and the expectation of this happening again. "Do you have a girlfriend? Someone special I should be aware of? I wouldn't want to complicate things, we can accommodate our schedules."
Arthur was glad that she agreed to his place. In his mind it seemed to be the most logical option and he realised that they could relax without it being too impersonal or impractical. A hotel room didn't offer much choices in that matter and he didn't want to be constantly going in and out of hotel rooms just to hook up with her. His place was empty because he lived by himself and so she could have come by any time she wanted. The male laughed softly at her questions before he shook his head at her. "No I don't have any girlfriends. I only sleep around as I find that one night stands are much more suitable for me. Relationships isn't something I haven't thought about much. No one really caught my eye, other than you that is. Besides, our situation is already complicated , don't you think ?" He teased her with a smirk. "But with all due respect I am free most days until I have any friends over. We can always text each other before you come over to identify if I am free or in the presence of company." He said to her softly.
"I like numbers, but saying that usually results in people rolling their eyes at me." Not that it had ever really upset her. She'd known that liking working with numbers wasn't something a lot of people signed up for, but she'd always wanted to do something along those lines. "Hockey? Can't say that I have. I know more about ice skating if we're talking about people on skates. But now I feel like I kind of have to try watching a game. I'm sure that must require... ridiculous levels of effort to be a professional."
"Most people aren't good with numbers and find those numbers boring and irritating. And so I can understand where they come from but I am not one of those people. I think what you do is great and definitely takes some smarts. Which you clearly have along with your beauty." He said to her before sipping on his drink. "You should definitely do. It's fun and yes it does take a lot of professionalism and a lot of hard work. But when you are out there in the ice and winning and playing well , trust me that is more rewarding than anything. And the constant struggle and hard work behind it makes it all the more worth it. The offer to come to my team's next game still stands. Would certainly give me extra motivation to play well by seeing you cheer. " He said to her as his eyes drifted to her lips for a moment.
those haze eyes of scarletts just dazed over at him, once she dropped the finger twirling from her hair a mutual facial expression poured on to her face feeling it dropping as she listening to samual talking she tilted her head slightly known he wouldn't be able to hold back any further from her if scarlett moved slowly towards the male wanting to hear those words coming from his mouth, which they haven't not yet at least - she could see that he was pushing away, a light sigh passed her mouth as the brunette just listened to him talking, she couldn't help but to press her lips inside and bit down on her bottom lip "don't do what?" scarlett asked with a rose eye brow, as she stepped a little closer ignoring samual moving away from her. "why can't we make it that simple? how long have you been seeing this little girl of yours?" she asked "is it serious as we were?" the femme asked curious "have you guys had sex yet?" scarlett asked so many questions running through her brain wanting the most information for her to figure out if they were serious or not.
The barrage of questions hit Samuel like a series of physical blows. Each inquiry was sharper than the last, slicing right through his fading resolve. He watched her step closer, completely ignoring his attempt to create space and the familiar scent of her perfume swirled around him, throwing his thoughts into absolute chaos. When she bit down on her bottom lip, his eyes instinctively flicked to her mouth. It was a torturous reminder of everything he was trying to deny himself. "Scarlett, stop." he pleaded softly, though the authority in his voice was entirely gone, replaced by a desperate, aching vulnerability.
A dark, conflicted shadow crossed Samuel’s face. He closed his eyes for a brief second, running a hand anxiously through his hair as he tried to process the sheer jealousy and desperation lacing her words. She was digging for dealbreakers, looking for proof that he was entirely gone so she could either fight harder or finally cut the cord.
"It’s not about her being a substitute for you." Samuel said, his voice dropping to a low, intense whisper as he stood his ground, refusing to back away any further even as she crowded his space. "And don't compare what we had to anyone else. You know damn well nothing is as serious as we were. That's exactly why this is so messy." He looked down at her, his chest rising and falling heavily. "But you can't just walk back into my life and demand answers to things that are only going to hurt you to hear. I am trying to do the right thing, Scarlett. For once in my life, I am trying to be good for both our sakes. But you're making it impossible."
Her legs were placed over his, almost around his waist but in a more relaxed position, sitting up to allow her to kiss him once he took over, her hands returning to the side of his face, one moving towards the back of his neck, playing with his hair. It all feel so right, Samuel always made her feel like this was the place where she belonged, with him, always with him; no matter who her family was or how much they disliked her dating him. Somehow he always made her feel at home, he was her home.
"Yes, always." She nodded, pressing their foreheads together, warm breath brushing against his lips as he held on her hips, moaning into his lips. "Fuck, baby, yes, I want to feel all of you." She was melting under his touch, Pressing a kiss to his lips, deep and ardent. Her bare chest pressing against his, bringing herself closer to him. "I need to feel all of you." Anna said in between kisses, her hips moving against his in sync. Slow deep movements as she adjusted to his length, causing her to moan and whimper against Samuel's lips.
Samuel's heart swelled with overwhelming affection as Anna's legs settled over his, her body molding perfectly against his. When she pressed their foreheads together, her warm breath ghosting across his lips, he felt a profound sense of rightness wash over him. Her family's disapproval faded into insignificance as he held her hips, feeling the slight tremor that ran through her body at his touch.
Her whispered "yes" sent a jolt of desire through him, and when she pressed their lips together in a deep, ardent kiss, Samuel responded with equal intensity. He could feel the soft press of her bare chest against his, the warmth of her skin making him ache with need. As Anna began to move her hips against his in slow, deep movements, Samuel's breath hitched. Her soft moans and whimpers against his lips only fueled his desire further. Samuel's hands tightened on her hips, guiding her movements as she adjusted to him. He broke their kiss just long enough to whisper against her lips. "You're everything to me, Anna. Everything." His voice was thick with emotion as he captured her mouth again, pouring all his love and longing into the kiss.
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It was hard for Samuel to be in the other's presence but he tried to not show it on his face. He kept his face as stoic as possible and expressionless. How could he pretend that everything was okay especially after the way they betrayed him and broke his trust. He never expected to see them again after what they did and here they were in front of him and looking closely at him. "I don't hate you. For that I would have to love you and I have no feelings for you. Not anymore. I have put all my feelings for you on the shelf and moved on. It matters not what happens to you. Besides I am already seeing someone else. " He responded to her gently. Although deep down he very much still loved her. Deep down him was a part of him that was foolish and that part was still in love with her to some degree.
her soft brown hazel eyes gazing into the others as scarlett listened to the words coming from his mouth, she couldn't help but to twirl her finger around a small strand of her hair with her head slightly tilted, though her finger twirling was normally scarletts way of very subtle flirting and pulling those big brown eyes at him normally did the trick, but it did hurt known that he was seeing someone else…"have you honestly put those feelings on the shelf? seriously?" scarlett questioned, it was like she could read him like a book, she knew he wasn't going to be able to let her go - or hoping he wouldn't let her go "tell me right now you're over me and I will leave for good and never contact you again" she said to him wanting to know the honest truth, in hoping it wouldn't actually back fire.
Samuel felt his throat go completely dry. He stared at her, trapped by the gravity of those wide, hazel eyes he knew far too well. He didn't miss the way her finger looped around that strand of hair. It was a familiar, devastating habit of hers that usually had him bending to her every whim. God, he wanted to. He clenched his jaw, his hands tightening into fists inside his pockets just to keep from reaching out to unravel that curl from her finger. He tried to summon the lie, tried to force the words past his lips to protect them both from the mess they were making.
"Scarlett, don't do this." Samuel muttered, his voice rougher and more strained than he intended. He looked away, breaking the intense connection of her gaze because he knew if he kept looking, he would break entirely. He took a step back, desperately trying to put physical distance between them to make up for the lack of emotional distance. "You shouldn't be asking me that. It's not that simple anymore."
Austin couldn't help but laugh softly at her joke. "Side hustle, huh. I will consider it. Certainly if it involves getting to kiss beautiful women." He decided to tease her about it for a moment. "Nice to meet you Ashley. Though it is certainly a curious way to meet each other. A gin and tonic for me." He responded to her softly before quickly moving on. "So tell me Ashley , what do you do when you are not kissing strangers to escape from creeps ? Unless this is your full time job."
A small blush took over her cheeks at the words, deciding brushing past it was the best way to keep her cool. Flagging down the bartender, she ordered his drink and a manhattan for herself. "This is only my part-time job, doesn't pay well enough to be full time sadly." She shook her head solemnly as she spoke, thanking the bartender once he handed over their drinks, passing Austin's over towards him. "Equally as sadly, my actual full time job is being an accountant. I like it, but it seems to bore most people to death. Can't win them all, can you? What about you? When you're not playing knight in shining armor of course."
Austin nodded his head at her and slowly sipped on his glass of gin. "Hey at least now I know who to call when I need to audit my expenses for the month. Personally, I think there’s something highly respectable about someone who can actually make sense of a spreadsheet. Numbers don't lie, and they certainly don't play games. " He said to her with a charming smile. "And as much as I would loved to be a shining knight full time I am a hockey player. Do you watch ? Cause I can get you some VIP tickets for my next game." He said to her with a warm smile.
Samuel brandished a purple helmet for her and gave her a warm smile. He knew sooner or later she would give in to him because it was something she always did. And he always enjoyed introducing her to new things and brand new experiences because it made their relationship work constantly and he wanted to be the one to make that happen. "Now get on and hold me tight and I promise all your limbs will stay intact." He said with a charming smile.
“oh! this is pretty. look at that. didn't know you had it in ya.” bonnie teased, carefully placing the helmet over the top of her head. she blew a little raspberry, knowing damn well it was going to mess up her hair something awful. “bossy today aren't we.” bonnie climbed on behind him and her arms curled around his waist. she caught a whiff of the aftershave mixed with the leather jacket. chin perched on his shoulder, “where you takin' me, trouble?”
A faint, sharp smirk tugged at the corner of Samuel’s mouth, hidden mostly by the tinted visor of his own helmet. He didn't turn around but he felt the sudden shift in weight as the motorcycle settled under her frame, followed immediately by the familiar, anchoring warmth of her arms locking around his waist. "Someone's got to keep you from cracking your skull open." He replied, his voice a low rumble under the steady, idling thrum of the engine. "And 'bossy' gets things moving."
He rolled his shoulders slightly to settle into her hold, his fingers tightening around the handlebars. He kicked the kickstand up with a sharp, practiced snap and twisted the throttle just enough to let the bike roar a little warning. "Somewhere you can't get into trouble," Samuel said, shifting into first gear. He cut a quick look sideways, catching her eye in the mirror one last time before pulling out. "Unless I say so. Hold on."
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they had been exchanging lingering glances all night. eyes colliding with looks selene wasn't certain how to interpret. apprehension? lust? disgust? her money was on the latter. at least, it was now — when she rounds a corner intent on finding the bathroom when she stumbles upon him mid-makeout with some other woman. right in the entryway to the hall. a heavy sigh of annoyance escapes her, arms crossing over her chest. “you know, i hate to interrupt what looks like the very passionate beginnings of a grand love affair,” firm tone announcing her presence after clearing her throat, “but it'd be fantastic if you moved your juvenille display somewhere less public.”
The truth was Austin had been wanting to get caught by her and this was all according to his plan. He found himself unable to bear to be around her and for a multitude of reasons. She had a unique ability of constantly getting under his skin and it made his head spin. He simply couldn't stand her and yet he found himself experiencing a unique hunger for her that no one else could satisfy and he had tried with many other women. He had been making eye contact with her all night long and he found himself unable to resist her. There was a fire in his belly for her and he needed her. But he also knew that she wasn't going to give into him easily so he found another girl and flirted with her for a bit and started kissing with her in a place where she could find him sooner or later. And when she finally did Austin found himself staring at her all the while kissing the other girl. He was pretending to be all over the other one but his heart just wasn't into it. Finally he pulled away for a moment before speaking. "No need to be jealous sweetheart." He said to her with a wink before continuing. "We were just about leaving anyway. It's all your princess." He said as he was holding the other girls hand but his eyes never left Selene's.
There was a soft static as he pulled her tights down. It sent shivers over her legs and up her spine. Their kiss is hard and their teeth knock. She feels a sharp pinch of her lip from their teeth, but she doesn't care. It's everything she'd pleaded for, everything she needed. She moans against his lips, his cock giving her the slight friction she wanted, but it wasn't enough, she needed more, more, more. Gluttony settled in her, wanting every inch of him to be on her, inside of her, enveloping her until she couldn't breath properly.
His lips pull from hers and she chases them, her own eyes dark with lust. Harper's hands dig into her hips, grip her in a way that she won't be able to forget, that'll leave evidence for a week to come, and she loves it. She knows it'll be seen by her boyfriend at some point, and it sends a flash of pride through her.
Harper is so still, staring at her for so long, she almost says something, but then he's inside of her. The force of his thrust sends a shriek through her throat, and she grips onto him, short, manicured nails digging into his skin, hard enough to leave marks. She doesn't get a chance to adjust, doesn't get a moment for air. There's a pinch around his cock, just a little too big to fit at first, but she's forced to adjust, forced to succumb to him, and it feels so good. There's not a single thought inside of her, not even a single coherent word comes from her lips, as he continues with an unrelenting pace. Small whines of pleasure fill her mouth as she holds him tight, before a hand snakes down between them. Corinna's fingers circle her clit and she's certain her eyes roll back into her head, before they fall shut. "fuck," she cries.
Harper felt the sharp sting of her nails digging into his skin, but it only served to fuel the fire coursing through his veins. The feeling of her body stretching to accommodate him was an intoxicating rush of power. He didn't give her a moment to recover or catch her breath. He wanted her drowned in the sensation of him, stripped of every thought and every coherent word.
He watched her face contort, her expression a mask of pure, unadulterated lust, and it drove him to be even more relentless. Each thrust was a blunt force, a rhythmic hammering that shook the bed and echoed the frantic beating of his own heart. He loved the way she whimpered, those small, broken sounds of pleasure that told him he was completely overwhelming her.
When he felt her hand snake down between them, he caught the precise moment her body peaked. He saw her eyes roll back, her consciousness slipping away as she found her own clit and the sight of her coming apart beneath him sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core. "That's it." he growled, his voice a guttural, possessive rasp. "Take all of it." He could feel the internal walls of her vagina pulsing in a frantic, rhythmic dance, gripping his shaft with a desperate hunger. He was reaching his own limit, his vision blurring at the edges, the heat between them turning into a furnace. He gripped her hips even harder, his fingers leaving deep imprints in her soft skin, marking her as his in the most primal way possible.