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“That’s better.” I slipped my hand down her face, cradling her chin. “Now, what shall I do to reward you…?”

Her eyes slid back down to my cock. I let out a murky laugh.

“You’re desperate, aren’t you?”

She didn’t even hesitate, totally under my control at this point. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good girl.” I sank onto the couch in front of her, my legs on either side of her, and I took her by the back of the head and guided her to take it in her mouth, sliding her down over the shaft, slowly, easing her down onto it a bit at a time. The obscene noises her mouth made on it, the way her whole body arched into it like there was nothing else she existed for except to choke on my cock—god,though, I really needed to fuck her.

She came up a second later gasping for air, her face redder, breathing hard, and I bit my lip, gripping her hair tightly in my fist.

“You like sucking my cock, don’t you?”

She nodded, breathlessly.

“Good girl. You look so pretty on your knees taking it down your throat like that.” I took her by the back of the head again, guiding her down over my cock, watching it disappear into her mouth, watching her bob slowly up and down on me.

God, I was getting wet.

It wasn’t long before I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I pulled her up off of me and tilted her head back, bending down to press my lips against hers in a fierce, heated kiss. She moaned against my lips, and I felt her movements as she touched herself absently, her shoulder shifting with the movement. Good. I wanted her as ready as possible.

I pulled away and swept an arm over the table behind her, clearing the junk on it over to the side, and I tugged Harper up to her feet before I pushed her back onto the table—she went all too eagerly, letting out a gasp that turned into a moan as she sank back on the table, wrapping her legs around me, her face glazed with lust, with need.

She was so pretty like this. Shame I hadn’t thought to record this time. We’d have to do it again.

“Going to be a good girl now and take my cock?” I whispered, and she bit her lip hard, nodding. I guided the tipof the strap-on to her entrance, teasing along her folds, and she groaned, rocking her hips, searching for more. “Tell me what you want,” I said.

“Please—please fuck me.”

“Good girl.” I gripped her by the shoulder, holding her in place while I pushed my cock inside her—moving slowly, even though I just wanted to fuck her ferociously, without inhibitions—pushing in as she arched her back and pressed her head against the table surface, until she’d taken the full length of it, and I held there, deep inside her, against her.

I pulled out slowly, feeling how easily it moved against her slick walls, until it was just the tip inside her, and moving in one swift motion, I thrust back deep inside her, and she cried out, gripping me tighter with her legs, a haze settling over her features.

God, I wanted to fucking break her.

I found my hips moving by themselves, pulling back and thrusting back into her, fucking her relentlessly, and she gasped, cried out, strained against me, rocking her hips and grinding on my cock. She started out gasping words, pleading, desperate, trying to say something, but it turned into wild noises of animalistic lust as I broke her down, fucking her senseless. She slipped a hand down between her legs, running tight circles over her clit, moving faster and arching her back more into me the higher she went, the more her orgasm built, and just as she was about to climax—she struggled trying to say it, but her voice slurred and she couldn’t get through two words in a row, but I saw it in her eyes, in the way she strained every muscle—I bent over her and clasped a hand on her mouth, muffling her. She collapsed into an explosive orgasm, a muffled scream against my hand as she clenched tight around me, thrusting her hips into me, taking my cock as deep as it could go and hanging there in an orgasm so powerful she seemed totally whited out, before sheslumped against the table, breathing hard, gasping for breath once I pulled my hand away from her mouth.

Slowly, I pulled myself out of her, and I bent down to kiss her, a slow and languid thing before she broke off laughing breathlessly.

“God,” she whispered. “Oh… wow.”

“Yeah? Happy with your purchase?”

She laughed, turning her head away, red-faced and breathless. I let her have it this time. “You… holy hell, Paisley.”

“I’m glad you like it.” I sat on the table next to her, running my fingers idly over her naked body. I couldn’t get enough of touching every inch of her. “Have to make sure I can satisfy my wife, you know.”

“Mm. You do a really good job…”

I caressed my fingers down her thighs, feeling her twitch at the sensitivity right now. “Just let me know when you’re ready for my turn, because I need to come all over you after all of that.”

“God, yes. Please. Just one second.”

She was a great wife. I could not get enough.

Chapter 19

Harper