Page 31 of Between Steel and Secrets
“Not until you beg me to let you come.”
“Fuck.” Harper hangs her head and I can only imagine the inner turmoil.
She hates begging.
My fingers itch to please her, wanting to hear her plead with me to give her what she most desires.
She pulls away, my cock slipping out, startling me by her movements. “Harper?”
I reach out, wanting to make sure she’s all right, my hand on her hip, tugging her around to face me.
With a quick maneuver, she wrestles me onto my back, guiding my cock right back inside her pussy, and damn, it feels like home.
“You’ll do the begging,” she smirks, staring down at me with a wicked grin.
Relief floods all of my senses.
“Please, Harper, please fuck me.” My attempt at begging isn’t intended as mockery, but she rolls her eyes and climbs off my cock. “Fuck,” I roared and that elicits the response she was expecting.
Her eyebrow arches, and she straddles me once again but, instead, lets my cock teeter at her opening. “Beg me,” she grunts, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Harper, fuck me.” Desperation pours from my words, my fingers on her hips, digging into her skin.
She smirks and stares down at me playfully. “You can do better than that.”
“Harper Ricci, I’m begging you to fuck me, or I’ll flip you on your back and shut you up the only way I know how, with my cock inside your mouth while I come.”
Her breath catches in her throat, her eyes widening slightly before she guides her weight down onto my cock.
I buck my hips upward, the sharp contrast hard and swift.
Her hand comes to rest on my shoulders as she rides me. With each thrust, I move my hips with her, building momentum.
I struggle to keep my eyes open, focused entirely on her. “You feel so fucking perfect,” I rumble as heat courses through my body, tingling all over.
Warmth spreads through me like a spark igniting, and her insides clench around my cock, making me feel every spasm and shudder trembling through her body.
She keeps the rhythm steady, but I need more.
Her head lolls back and she’s close, the flush of her cheeks, the gasp of her breath, I recognize when she’s teetering on the edge and I keep the same solid tempo to bring her over the brink.
Her lips part, the moan silent at first, until it rips through her. The undeniable sound epic and glorious as she trembles above me, and just as her orgasm subsides, I quicken the pace, my heart hammering against my chest as I roll us around, pinning her under my weight, my arm nestled around her as I move faster and harder, the pain of today bleeding through as I chase my orgasm.
Ecstasy is just a breath away, nearly impossible to reach, fleeting in sweet agony. Harper captures my mouth, her tongue bringing me back to the present as I tremble in her arms, finally shattering and letting go.
Gasping for air, I roll off Harper, lying on my back, an arm covering my face. The pain comes crashing back, the murder, the senseless threats of violence on my family.
Panting, my heart keeps pounding wildly until I feel her soft fingers caressing my chest and dancing over my arm, guiding her hand into my palm.
Gradually, I slide my arm down away from my face, pulling Harper against me, tucking her head under my chin, not wanting her to see the anguish written across my face.
What I’ve done still stings and tears at my heart. But Harper doesn’t need to know. Finding out that I killed a man, even if he was the devil, will change the way she looks at me.
I can’t have that happen.
I won’t.
I bury the pain, the sadness, the fear, and channel it into something darker.
