“I can gag you to keep you quiet when you scream for me.”
“Or?”
“You can promise to be quiet when I sink into your pussy and claim what’s mine.”
“O-o-or?”
“Or I can walk out the door and come back in the morning.”
She squeezes my dick through my boxers. “You’d leave now?”
I allow myself to enjoy the feel of her hand on me for a second before I bat her hand away. “I would. If you’reuncomfortable with the situation, I’ll leave. I don’t ever want you to feel uncomfortable.”
She blows out a breath. “I’m not uncomfortable.”
I cock a brow.
“Okay, fine. I am uncomfortable, but I shouldn’t be. I’m thirty-two. I’m not a virgin. I should be able to have sex in the house I live in.”
I palm her face. “Am I gagging you, or can you be quiet?”
“I can be quiet.”
“Challenge accepted,” I mutter before molding my lips to hers. She sighs and I thrust my tongue inside. Her beer and vanilla flavor hits me and I groan before wrapping an arm around her. I drag her close until I can feel the satin of her nightgown against my naked chest.
I wrench my lips from hers before nibbling and biting my way across her jaw to her ear. “I’m going to fuck you while you’re wearing this nightgown.”
“Have at it, Goofy.”
I grasp the hem of the nightgown and bunch the fabric up to reveal her naked legs. My mouth waters when I reach her hips. No panties. Harper is naked and on display for me.
Fuck yeah.
I lift her up and set her on the chest of drawers. Several items fall over but I ignore them. I’ll replace whatever breaks but I’m not pausing in my quest to show Harper she’s mine.
“Spread.”
Satisfaction fills me when she doesn’t hesitate to widen her legs.
“I want to taste you, but you’re loud when I’m eating you out.”
Her chest heaves, and her breasts bounce. “I can be quiet.”
I nip her bottom lip. “Liar.”
She opens her mouth to protest but I sink a finger into her and she moans instead. Her head falls back, and her chest arches toward me.
“Ride my finger.”
She clamps onto my shoulders and starts riding me. Meanwhile, I can’t resist those pretty breasts bouncing and teasing me.
I nibble on her nipple through the satin material and she increases her pace. I add a finger and her inner walls tighten around me. As much as I’d love to get her off twice tonight, there’s no way I can keep her quiet through two orgasms. One is challenging enough.
I withdraw my fingers and she mewls. “Why are you stopping?”
I lick my fingers before dropping my boxers. “Because my cock is jealous of my fingers.”
Her mouth drops open. “Oh.”
