Page 24 of His Secret Toy

She’s in my fucking bloodstream.

Her body’s covered in marks I gave her—neck, hips, thighs. She touches them when she thinks I’m not looking, like reminders and proof.

Harper’s red thong is on the floor.

I pick it up and bring it to my nose without thinking.

I don’t know what kind of backward desire makes the scent of pussy more addictive than any drug I’ve touched, but hers hits different. It hits low and hard. I breathe it in again, slow, right before I turn back to her.

She shifts a little and a sleepy moan leaves her mouth.

I lean down and kiss her shoulder. Then her spine.

She stirs.

I give her another kiss, lower this time.

Her hips lift instinctively.

I move between her legs and drag my mouth along the inside of her thigh. She hums through a smile, not quite awake, but aware.

“Good morning,” I murmur.

She stretches under me. Her hand reaches back and finds my arm.

“Again?”

“Yes.”

I slowly and carefully guide myself into her. She’s soft from sleep and still wet enough that I don’t have to push.

She lets out a quiet sound. Not a moan—something softer. Something grateful.

I thrust slowly, steadily and deep just like she likes it. Her body opens for me like it knows I’m the only one who’s ever been inside.

I lean in and give her a full-mouthed kiss. She moans as soon as my tongue pushes in to take hers. I tug her lip between my teeth, let it stretch until she gasps, then kiss her again before she can think.

She bucks under me like she’s starving, as though I haven’t fucked her uncountable times over the late hours.

I love how her body and soul evidently yearn for me.

“No more lessons,” I whisper near her ear.

She breathes harder and holds onto the pillow with both hands.

“You’ve learned everything I wanted.”

She turns her head to look at me. “You know I want more anyway.”

She moves her hips under me, urging me to keep going. Her body clenches with every stroke.

I push deeper, reveling in how I make her breath catch.

“You’re going to take it slow,” I say. “All of it.”

She nods, and her fingers curl tighter into the pillowcase.

I reach for her hand and pull it back to me, pressing her palm flat to my chest.