Fuck she didn’t answer me. Instead, she left the room. Do I follow her?
I move to where she left the two glasses, pick one up and take a large gulp of the tea. My mind bringing up images of her naked in my head.
I hear the water turn on and put the glass down. I can’t not go in there. I need to see her almost as much as I need my next breath.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I place the glass back on the counter, move to the back door, slip off my boots, and on socked feet, I head up the stairs. I’d already taken off my cut. When we came inside, I placed it on the back of one of her kitchen chairs.
I make my way down the hall she’d gone down and strip my clothes off soon as I enter the bedroom. Harper is my wife, after all, so it’s only natural for me to be here with her.
Who am I kidding?
Harper was drugged, and so was I, the night we married. Neither of us remembers that night or the sex. She doesn’t remember me, period. I remember her face from when I woke up. I could’ve been an asshole to her from the start, but something about her draws me in.
I never wanted to be married to anyone, yet after spending the day with her, even if we barely spoke, it was relaxing in a way I don’t think I’ve ever experienced, a sign of peace.
Shaking my head, I push the bathroom door open she’d left cracked and step into the already steamy room. I spot Harper immediately in the depths of the walk-in shower. Her head tilted back, water beading down on her. My cock stands to attention, demanding to have a piece of her.
I close the distance between us. Harper’s face is lifted to the showerhead, the water raining down on her. I open the door and step in behind her. I’m surprised at how much room we have in the damn thing. The little house is small, but it has a nice damn shower for the master bedroom.
Harper whirls around to face me as I place my hands at her hips.
“What . . .”
I don’t give her a chance to say anything. I swoop in, claiming her mouth with mine. Her hands come to rest on my shoulders and slide around my neck as I deepen the kiss. Harper opens to me easily, and I slip my tongue in to dance with hers. Her moans are erotic to my ears, and I want more. I can’t help but need more of her.
I release her mouth in order to meet her closed eyes. She opens them, and I see the burning need inside her. “Tell me you want me to leave, and I’ll leave. If you don’t, I’m gonna fuck you right here, right now. And if I do that, Pumpkin, then you’re mine. We’ll see this through together, you and me as husband and wife.”
Harper’s eyes widen, her eyes darting, scanning all over my face, and she licks her lips. She shocks the hell out of me by sliding one of her hands down my chest and wraps her hand around my cock, giving it a tug.
Words don’t escape her lips. Instead, she drops to her knees and engulfs my cock into her mouth, taking as much of me as she can. I’m not a small fucker, but she takes as much as she can all the way to the back of her throat and swallows.
“Oh fuck, Harper,” I groan, my hands moving to entangle in her wet hair as I look down to watch her suck my cock. With eyes locked on hers, I slowly start to fuck her mouth. Seeing her like this is like living one of my greatest fantasies.
The need to come boils in my cock, and I’m ready to blow. I don’t want that to happen yet, not in her mouth, that is. I pull her off of me, and her mouth makes a popping noise. I bend and lift her off the tile floor and take her place on my knees, making sure to turn her to push her back on the wall as I place her legs over my shoulders. I inhale her essence, and it’s as if my body remembers the smell of her pussy. I dive in and devour her, using my tongue to slide over her clit and suck it into my mouth. I rotate back to swipe through her pussy and fuck her with my tongue.
I soon have Harper crying out as her juices coat my tongue. Fuck me, she tastes damn good.
I ring the last of her orgasm from her and slide her legs from over my shoulders and stand, making sure to give her tits the attention they haven’t received yet. I lift her into my arms until she wraps her legs around my waist. As she does this, I guide my cock to her entrance and thrust home.
She’s tight. So damn tight.
Harper moans when I pull my mouth from her tits to capture her lips. I begin a fast pace, more than ready to find my release, but I intend to have her coming right with me.
It doesn’t take long either for it to happen. Harper’s pussy convulses and squeezes my cock tight as she comes. Her sweet pussy milks my cock, drawing the cum right out of me.
I rip my lips from hers and groan out her name.
This woman is going to be my undoing in ways I never expected I would want in my life.
Chapter Seven
Harper
Holy mother of all-mighty Jesus, I’ve never felt something so mind-blowing. So powerful that it rocks my world off its axis.
I don’t know what came over me and why I didn’t simply tell Whip to leave, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. The two of us spent hours working on my yard, getting what I wanted done.
Now, as Whip pulls from my body, I whimper, wanting to go again.
And again.
And again.
Okay, so I want to just take him to my room where he can have his wicked way with me. I want to spend the entire day doing what we just did.
I don’t remember our first time, but if it’s anything like what just happened, I can only imagine how good it was.
Whip doesn’t release me as he places me on my feet. I pull my bottom lip in between my teeth and bite it. Doubt and insecurities start to seep in, taking control over my emotions. I turn away from him, facing the shower once again, and reach out for my soap.
At this moment, I don’t know what to do. I don’t regret what we did, but I can’t help thinking about my plain Jane looks that are nothing compared to other women. Shoot, I mean, even Gigi and Salina look like runway models.
“What’s going through that head of yours, Pumpkin?” Whip asks, his body becomes flush with mine. I close my eyes and release a heavy breath.
What am I doing here?
Tilting my head to the side, I turn enough to meet his gaze.
“Why do you call me Pumpkin?”
“What?” He grins devilishly.
“Pumpkin, why do you do that? Is it because I’m fat like a gourd?” Right away, I know my question is the wrong one to ask. Whip narrows his eyes, turns me in his arms, and moves us until my back is yet again pressed into the tiled wall.
“I’m gonna say this one time and one time only, Harper. You are anything but fat. You have the right amount of tits and ass. As for calling you Pumpkin, well, it’s a fruit, not just a gourd, and pumpkin just so happens to be my favorite fuckin’ pie.” Whip slides a hand between my legs, cups my mound, and slides a finger through my slit until it’s deep inside. “And for the record, I love pie. This one especially.”
Oh my.
Breathe, Harper. Breathe.
“Whip,” I croon softly, licking my lips, unsure of what to say.
“Bryan,” he smirks, his finger toying with my entrance.
“Pardon?” I blink at him in confusion.
“From now on, baby, I want you callin’ me Bryan, especially when I’m inside you. Got it?”
“I think so,” I whisper inaudibly.