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HARKIN

Whisper (Slowed) - Able Heart

I t’s time. I need to tell her the truth I’ve been holding on to. I don’t think we can move forward with the chaos about to rain down on us without clearing the air first. Her warm, wet body nestles into my hold as I step into the other room.

“Here, let me get you some clothes,” I offer as I try to place her on her side of the bed. She doesn’t let go, clinging to pull me down with her. The towel drops open, exposing her beautiful body.

“I don’t need clothes. Come to bed,” she whispers into my ear.

What my little one wants, she gets. There’s no denying her in times like this, with the vulnerability written all over her face.

“Sweetness, we’re not alone in this house,” I remind her as I follow her body down onto the soft mattress. Her thighs spread, opening with enough space for me to lay between them. It feels wrong to be this close to her and still have a barrier of fabric between us.

“I can be quiet. Plus, I’m pretty sure Stacey had enough wine to knock out an elephant.”

“But James is still very much awake,” I point out. “And we need his help. So, you better not let him hear you come all over my tongue.”

Her giggles fill the quiet room as I push down her body, capturing a pink pert nipple in my mouth with a gentle tug. Those giggles quickly turn deeper into soft moans of pleasure the moment my tongue flicks against her clit.

“Are you going to stay quiet for me?”

She nods in agreement, but when my head lifts from between her thighs and my eyes cast up at her, she remembers. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now fuck my face, baby.”

Diving back down, I lick her slit from her puckered hole to clit, then pause and wait for her to take the reins. She doesn’t hesitate, rotating her hips back and forth, chasing her high. Her breathing turns erratic, and I slip my hands around her thighs, pulling her down against my tongue even harder. Rough fingers dig into my hair, pulling from the scalp.

“Fuck, Harkin, don’t stop. Right there. I’m so close,” she begs loudly, and I pinch her inner thigh in warning.

Her whimpers set me off. One orgasm is never enough between us. Her fingers, which were digging into my scalp, push against my shoulders as she tries to break away from me. Overstimulation turns her moans into laughter as I refuse to let her move away from my tongue.

“Stop squirming,” I order, slapping the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh. “I need more, and you’ll give it to me.”

“Harkin, please, I can’t. I need you inside me.”

“And I need a stronger taste of your cum on my tongue, little one. Now, stop whining and do as you’re told.”

She doesn’t stop fighting me, though, and now I know it’s not just the overstimulation driving her. It’s her incessant bratty behavior and inability to give up complete control. When she inevitably realizes she won’t win against me and gives up, it makes the fight all the sweeter.

She may be strong, but with my arms wrapped in a death grip around her thighs and my face buried in her pussy, she’s not going anywhere until her juices are dripping off my tongue and her tight cunt’s ready for the taking.

“Fuck. Harkin. Stop, please.” She draws in a deep breath before whispering the sweetest pleas.

I growl against her entrance, spearing my tongue into her. Her begging has my cock throbbing against the zipper of my jeans, desperate for reprieve against its confines. But she’s close again, and I can feel it buzzing between us, like a sixth sense I’ve developed from exploring every inch of her during our disappearance into the mountains.

Another flick against her clit shatters her entirely against the mattress. It’s the most exquisite sight to behold. One that I’ll never tire of creating. As she steadies her breath and her chest settles, I sit back and unzip my jeans, shucking them to the floor. I almost sigh with relief when my cock pops free, bobbing against my lower stomach. It jerks, ready to slide through her glistening heat.

Drawing my fingers lazily up the smooth underside of her leg, I slide forward and hover above until her eyes are lined with mine. They’re glassy and hooded as she comes down from her release. If I left her alone, she’d be tucked on her side and snoring in mere minutes. But my cock throbs, and I slide my hips against her pussy, pulling the sweetest little whimpers from her throat when the tip hits her clit.

“Are you with me?”

She doesn’t answer with her words. Instead, her hips shift that tight cunt teasingly against me.

“Fuck,” I draw out as she keeps her slow, sleepy pace. “You could make me come this way. But your pussy is calling my name, and I think my cock needs warming tonight.”

I wait for her to retreat and follow, pushing inch by inch inside my favorite place. I could stop here and die happily. But she contracts around me, pulsing her walls against my aching cock. Any blood left in my body drains, heading south to my dick, and it swells, pulling a satisfied moan from my girl.

She’s fighting the line of drowsy consciousness, ready for slumber but desperate to black out from bliss. I plan to give her just that. I keep my pace, slowly pulling out to the tip before wrapping an arm under her knee and shifting her leg up to hit a deeper angle. When I slide back in and bottom out, I feel the tell-tale signs of my orgasm on the horizon.

Keira’s eyes are closed, her fingers gripped in the soft sheets. Molding our bodies together, I capture her lips and demand entry. She doesn’t fight me, giving in immediately to tango our tongues. I use the distraction and slide my free hand under her to reach her unfilled hole.

The two orgasms I greedily stole from her left her wetness dripping onto the mattress. Her cum gives me just enough lube to push past the tight ring of muscle. My hips never lose rhythm, and my body glides against her sensitive clit. As my finger pushes deeper inside her ass, she spasms around my cock, milking my cum with every squeezing pulse.

Growling into her mouth, I let the pleasure roll through me. Instinctually, I shove my hips down against her as the life drains out of me. I know nothing will come of it. Her birth control is firmly in place at her demand. But there’s an itch somewhere in the back of my mind that likes the idea of her growing swollen with our child. I shake the thought from my mind. We’re nowhere near that possibility yet. Our lives are a fucked-up puzzle of pieces that refuse to fit back together, no matter how much we work to shape them.

Yet, I don’t move. My weight keeps her in place under me. Her hot body intertwined perfectly with mine. Instead of pulling out, I drop her leg and free my arm from underneath. Rolling to her side, I drag her with me, my half-hard cock still seated inside her warmth.

She doesn’t move to free herself, instead snuggling closer and shoving her hips against me to deepen the connection we still hold. She sighs with contentment and grows heavier with every breath, quickly falling asleep in my arms. I’m desperate to follow in her wake, but my mind refuses to calm. The news of my father’s supposed kidnapping and company problems, my mother’s deteriorating mental health at his loss, Keira’s father popping his head back up in the city without a care in the world, not to mention the fucking test results that need to be discussed. I tick them off one by one, rearranging their importance.

If we were back in the city, home in my apartment, I could head for the living room and pour a nightcap, but here in the rental, there’s nothing. We’ll need to fix that tomorrow. It’s a simple task I can cross off my list before getting to the heavy stuff.

I watch the peaceful beauty in my arm. I know the most pressing issue between us is the unopened test results. I need to grow a pair and rip off the Band-Aid. Enough is enough. We can’t head into the mayhem of our families with it hanging over our heads.

Tomorrow. First thing. I’ll finally learn if I have a daughter with the one person who could potentially rip my reason for breathing away from me.