Page 37 of Maybe, Probably (Love Me, Maybe #1)

“That’s it. Show me how you please yourself,” I say through gritted teeth.

This is all we can do. I can’t think about how her sweet cunt would taste, or the way she’d feel wrapped around my cock.

This is the closest I will come to heaven.

My fist clenches as I resist the urge to pull down my trunks and grasp my cock.

She moves her hand down, plunging two fingers into her pussy.

With her mouth dropping open, a desperate moan leaves her lips as she continues to push her fingers in and out.

I can hear how wet she is. It pulses in the quiet space of the sauna.

Each new noise that comes from her drives me closer and closer to snapping .

I’m such a masochist. I shouldn’t be doing this. And yet, I can’t keep myself from continuing to put myself in these situations.

I continue to watch her pleasure herself, bringing herself up higher and higher. The closer she gets to her release, the closer I get to losing my composure.

“Tell me babydoll. Are you going to come for me?”

She nods her head eagerly. “I-I’m so cl-close,” she stutters, ending on a whimper. She’s pushing up on the balls of her feet as her hips forward with every plunge of her fingers. Her legs begin to shake.

“Oh fuu-uck.” Her words fade into whimpers as she removes her fingers, coated with her arousal.

The pads of her fingers move quickly in a back and forth motion over her swollen bud.

She lets out a high pitched moan as she gushes, soaking the cedar beneath her.

Harper coaxes her body to ride out her orgasm, plunging her fingers back into her soaked core, fingering herself a few more times.

Turning her attention to her clit, Harper comes once more, squirting again.

Holy shit .

That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.

My resolve snaps. In three quick strides, I’m in front of her.

My heartbeat is pumping so loud, it’s all I can hear in my ears.

I take her in her blown out eyes as they stare at me.

My eyes track the flush pink of her cheeks as it bleeds down her neck, spreading across her chest. Her breaths are coming in pants as she tries to get her composure back.

She goes to sit up straight and close her legs, but my arms snap out.

I place my hands on each leg and hold her open, my eyes zeroing in on her swollen pussy.

My eyes dip, connecting with the bench below that’s absolutely drenched from her release.

“That was the most breathtaking thing I’ve ever seen.” I whisper in a husky tone. I’m waiting for her to tell me to let her go. My grip on her thighs are firm as I hold them in position, keeping her spread wide. Every second she stays on display like this, the closer I get to dropping to my knees .

“So…” Harper starts, “Are you just going to hold me spread open like this for your viewing pleasure, or are you going to do something about it?” Her brow quirks up, emeralds dancing with her dare.

I’m silent for a second before my resistance shatters. “Fuck it.” I fall to my knees and dive in.

Tasting her for the first time is like finally taking a bite of a forbidden fruit.

She’s warm, juicy and so fucking satisfying.

I know instantly this taste won’t be the last, that I’ve just taken the first hit of my new addiction.

I want to spend the rest of my night feasting on her pussy, licking and sucking until she’s putty underneath me.

My cock is painfully hard, and she gasps and moans coming from her are just as addicting as her taste.

With one hand I release my cock from my trunks and I grasp it tightly, giving it one hard stroke. I can’t come in my hand like a teenager. Each noise that comes from her spurs me on to do more, to give her more pleasure. I need her to come again.

I need to feel her release on my tongue.

I move my other hand to her opening and begin to slowly ease in a finger. She gasps as her core tightens around me. I quickly add a second finger, working her over. Her wet core clenches, as if she’s trying to pull me in deeper. I curl my fingers, searching for –

Harper jolts. There we go . I continue to stroke, slowly and deliberately, as her legs begin to shake again.

She tries to close her thighs around my head.

I release my cock, using both hands to hold her thighs open.

Her hands grip into my hair, and she begins to strangle me with her pussy.

Not the worst way to go, if you ask me. I growl in encouragement.

Pressing one of Harper’s knees to the bench, a silent reminder coming from my hand, I reach down and stroke my cock again.

I feel the zing in my balls, and with two more pumps, I explode all over the bench.

Stroking myself a few more times, I relish at the thought of my release mixing with hers.

When her grip loosens, I go to look at the mess we made. The sight is better than I could have envisioned. I reach down, running a finger through the mess. What a shame that I’ll have to clean this up .

A smirk forms on my face as I glance back up at her.