Until Harmony (Until Her 4)

“I—” Before I can say anything, his mouth captures mine again and his fingers thrust deep, sending my back sliding up the wall.

“Fuck, do you know how much I love this fucking pussy?” he asks against my mouth, and I moan, digging my head back against the wall. “I’ll be working, and all of a sudden, I’ll think about it—how tight it is, how wet it is, how fucking good it tastes, and I have to fight myself from going hard.” He groans, and my pussy starts to clamp around his fingers once more, and just like before, he removes them, making me cry out in frustration.

“Harlen, please,” I beg, and his eyes lock on mine. “Please make me come.”

“How do you want me to make you come, Angel?” he asks, and I swallow.

“However you want,” I whisper, and he smiles a scary smile at me then pulls me from the wall and picks me up. Carrying me down the hall to his room, he sets me on my feet at the side of his bed, and orders, “Clothes off, on the bed, and spread those legs for me.” Studying him, my chest rising and falling quickly, I hesitate while I watch him get undressed. “Now,” he commands.

Pulling off my top, I drop it to the floor, kick off my sneakers, drag off my pants and panties, and then reach back to take off my bra. Once it’s added to the pile on the floor and I’m completely naked, I sit on the bed then pull myself back with my hands behind me, lying back.

“Open up for me,” he growls. Swallowing, I watch him wrap his hand around his cock as I spread my legs, and his eyes drop to my center, turning even darker. “Fuck, but you really are beautiful everywhere. Even your pussy is pretty.” He reaches out one finger, sliding it over my clit and causing my hips to buck into his touch. “Your clit is just begging me to play with it,” he says thickly, holding me open and blowing across my wet sex.

“Oh God,” I gasp, and he licks, circling my clit with his tongue. Grabbing hold of his hair, I raise my hips higher into his mouth and he locks his lips around my clit, sucking hard. My back arches and my eyes slide closed as a breathless “Yes!” leaves my mouth. Grinding myself against him, I start to come, but then cry out when his mouth leaves me and he flips me to my belly.

“You on birth control?” he asks as he crawls up onto the bed behind me, and I turn my head to look at him over my shoulder, locking my eyes with his.

“Yes,” I whisper, and without any warning, he pulls my hips up and thrusts into me from behind, doing it so hard that my hands slide out in front of me and my ass tips back toward him. My head flies and my hands knot in the bedding as he rides me hard and fast, sending me spiraling closer to an orgasm that I know will be the death of me.

Trying to be quiet so he doesn’t know I’m about to come, I cry out in despair as he flips me to my back and plunges into me, tossing my leg over his shoulder and wrapping his hand around my inner thigh to hold me open. “You don’t get to come until I feel like making you come.” He nips my bottom lip, and I dig my nails into his back, listening to him groan in approval. “So fucking hot, and tight.” He slams into me, and my head thrashes as he builds me up and knocks me down over and over again, bringing me to the edge but never pushing me over.

Feeling tears well in my eyes, I lift my mouth to his. “Please, honey, please stop teasing me. I can’t take anymore,” I whisper hoarsely, and he studies me for a moment before his fingers go to work on my clit.

“You wanna come?” he asks, slowing his strokes but speeding up his thumb on my clit, and I nod.

“Yes, please.”

“So fucking sweet.” He drops his mouth to mine and quickens his thrusts along with his thumb on my clit. He drinks every single whimper and sound I make down his throat then pulls his mouth from mine. “Come for me, Angel,” he orders, and I let go, not even realizing I had been holding on, waiting for him to tell me it was okay.

The feeling is sudden. My body shakes and my mind splinters as I come hard listening to him grunt, feeling his hips jerk erratically before he plants himself deep inside of me and comes himself. Breathing heavy, my heart thunders hard against my rib cage, and my legs and arms tighten around him. I hold on, needing him to keep me tethered to earth so I don’t fly away.