My eyes flew open. I did that to him? Holy shit!
“That’s better.” He smiled—the first genuine smile to reach his eyes. It took my breath away it was that beautiful.
He knelt in front of me, his hands on my thighs. “Open. I need to taste you.”
I spread my legs like the wanton slut he’d turned me into. My need for him far exceeded my common sense, and prevented me remembering the reason I was here. Or had I in reality come for this, hoping that this would be his reaction? One stroke of his tongue over my pussy and I didn’t care. My legs trembled and I pushed my back into the cold wall for support. My fingers found their way into his hair and I twisted tighter with every lick and suck of my pussy.
God, I wanted to come. It was so good.
He placed my legs over his shoulders one by one and then rose from his knees, standing upright, his fingers clawing my ass and his face between my thighs, eating me alive. I moaned and writhed until I couldn’t stand holding back any longer.
He bit my clit softly, eliciting the scream he wanted so badly. That was it—the orgasm ripped through my body, hitting me wave after wave.
“Harrison!” I screamed again as his tongue speared me and his finger disappeared up my ass. Jesus, this man did things to my body that drove me insane.
As I came down from the loudest orgasm I'd ever had he let me slip down his torso, hugging me tightly to his chest. Harrison dragged me toward the sofa.
“Lean over so I can fuck you,” he commanded as he walked to the cabinet and opened a drawer. My legs felt weak, so I welcomed the support of the soft leather against my body. I heard the familiar rip of foil, then he was behind me.
“Hold on, baby,” he warned as he spread my cheeks. Something cold and wet rubbed against my skin before he drove it gently into my ass, filling me completely.
With warm and slightly callous hands, he caressed the orbs. Eager for more, I pushed my ass back. God, it’s hot. My scream accompanied the sound of the smack that landed on my cheek and reverberated around the room. Two more and I was gasping for air, tears squeezing from the corners of my eyes. My pussy was drenched, each smack vibrating through my body as I cried out louder each time.
“Good girl.”
He caressed the burning skin then licked over the heated area while stroking my clit with his finger. God, I wanted to come.
“No, not yet. Wait for me,” he commanded. I gripped the cushion in front of me while biting down on my lip to prevent myself from begging.
Harrison’s cock slipped into my opening before he reached forward and gripped my breasts, squeezing hard with every thrust. The exquisite sensation of both openings being filled to capacity, simultaneously building the pressure for release, was torture and ecstasy at the same time.
His breath came in short, sharp pants as he fucked me so hard that my knees banged against the leather each time he thrust forward. Feeling his balls slap against my skin in time to the rhythm of the music was erotic as hell.
He pulled my head back by my hair.
“Look,” he huffed.
I turned my head and saw our reflection in the large, gilded mirror. The way my flesh quivered every time he pounded into me, the way his balls swung as he pulled backwards, the way his eyes rolled back in his head just before he cried out. “Come, Eva, come.”
A twist of my nipple while he bit into my neck and I couldn’t look any more. My eyes slammed shut as another orgasm ripped through me.
“Scream, Eva. Scream for me.”
I did. I screamed. For Harrison. For me. For everything.
Chapter Fifty-Four — Harrison
There was no turning back, but I was completely fine with it. The agitation that roiled in my gut had settled down. It wasn’t because I'd finally had a woman after weeks of abstinence. It was because the woman I’d just had was Eva.
I sank into the soft leather and pulled her down on top of me. Her cheeks were flushed and the soft glow of her skin in the dim light of the fireplace begged for me to caress it.
“The neighbors . . .” she whispered.
I chuckled softly, then kissed her hair. “Your screams are for my ears only. Nobody else can hear. Soundproofing.”
She lifted her head off my chest and looked at me. “The music?”
“Yeah, they don’t even hear it.”
“No, I mean . . . did you choose it . . . specifically . . . for this?” Her cheeks turned pinker, but her gaze didn’t waver.
“Babe, while I turned my back to you, I had the biggest fucking hard-on. I wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you standing in front of my door. Only, I tried to control it. Didn’t work very well.”
She laughed. “Neither of us succeeded. I came to tell you off.”