“Take that shirt off,” he demands after a few passes of my confined ni**les.

I have that shirt off so fast, he’s barely done speaking, and then I’m reaching under him to unbutton his jeans. He rises up on his knees for a moment, my body still lying across his, and my fingers frantically free his cock. Then he lies back down and I begin pulling on his pants until they are down far enough to allow him to kick them off.

And for the first time… I appreciate his body for what it is. A thing of pure beauty. I was surprised to find he had no tattoos when we first met. Killers and tattoos seem to go together.

But now I know why.

He is beautiful. His body is not a blank canvas. It’s a masterpiece. Adding to it would detract from its perfection.

I place my pu**y over the top of his ass again, leaning forward, letting my br**sts dangle down to caress his shoulder blades as I move my whole body back and forth across his chiseled back. My ni**les perk to attention and everything beneath me becomes slick with my own wetness and the heat we are creating. “Come, Harper. Come for me, baby.”

Our breathing becomes loud and heavy, ragged and on the verge of gasping as my belly rests in the curve of his lower back and I twist my hips and place my hand between my legs.

“No,” he whispers. “No hands, Harper.”

“This isn’t enough. I need more, James.”

He flips over so fast I lose my balance and fall over to the side of him. His hands wrap around my waist as his hard c**k pushes against the slit of my pu**y. I grind against him. “Put it inside me, James. Please,” I beg.

He pushes me up so I’m straddling his waist again, only this time I’m facing him and I can see the desire painted all over his face. “You’re not getting off that easy, soldier.”

“Please,” I pout.

He shakes his head and pulls me forward by my arms. “Come up here,” he whispers.

“Come up where?” I’m confused.

“Put your pu**y over my mouth.”

I almost come from that request. In fact, I gulp down air.

“Now, Harper. I don’t like asking twice.”

I nod and scoot forward. He licks his lips and I lift my hips up and straddle his head. A flick of his tongue almost does me in, and I take in a huge breath and hold it.

He pushes my hips up a little and then says, “Grind on me, baby. Grind on my face.”

I can’t even think straight, those words… I move my hips back and forth, dragging my clit over his scratchy jaw. At first it’s too rough, but then my pu**y is so wet, I only feel the contours of his chin. I am close, so very, very close… but when he reaches around and inserts a finger into my ass—I’m done. I’m gone. I’m moaning out his name. His tongue is flicking my clit, then he places his whole mouth on my pu**y, tightening his grip on my hips, and sucks.

I lose all control. I gush all over his face. I might’ve joined the O game late, but I’m on the team now. There is nothing better in this world than this man making those feelings burst forth from my body. The shudders of pleasure continue for several waves, and when they finally dissipate he throws me off to the side, gets up, and stands in front of the bed. “Kneel, Harper. Now.”

I am not even close to recovering from my orgasm, but I scramble to do what he asks. I don’t want to keep him waiting. I lower myself slowly to the floor, my knees soothed by a rug in front of the bed. His fingers thread though my hair and pull it back into a ponytail. “Do you want to know how I like it, Harper? Do you want me to tell you how to suck my dick?”

Oh God, this question. He asked me this that first night. I swallow hard and nod my head. “Yes, James. Yes. Tell me how to do it right.”

He smiles and fists his cock, pumping it, even though it is rock hard. “Open your mouth, tilt your head back, and take it down your throat. Breathe like I told you before.” I open and the tip, already wet with anticipation, enters my mouth. “Don’t suck yet, just take it in.”

The length of his c**k slides to the back of my throat, bounces against my soft palate, and I gag. “Shhh,” James says softly. “Stop, just breathe through your nose and watch me, Harper. Eyes up here.”

I focus on his face, watching him watch me.

“Now, baby, put your left hand behind your back, and cup my balls with your right. Oh, f**k,” he moans as I obey. “Fuck, yes, that feels good.” His eyes close for a moment and this affirms that what I’m doing is making him as crazy as he makes me. I grip his balls tighter. They overflow my small hand and they are drawn up tight. And then he begins to grind his c**k against my throat. “Swallow me, Harper.” At first I think he’s gonna come down my throat, but then I realize he wants me to move my throat muscles against the head of his cock. I swallow for him and he growls. “Yes, do it again.”

I swallow again, then again, and then again. And each time his fist pulls my head forward and his hips push against me. There is so much saliva in my mouth I begin to drool. I’m still watching James, my attention is only on his face. I feel that power I have again. I own him right now. He will do anything to keep his dick in my mouth. I open more, gag a little, swallow it down as best I can. And then he opens his eyes and says, “Groan for me, groan against my cock, Harp.”

The noise is a natural reaction to how f**king horny I am. The groan rumbles up through my throat and I can tell he’s close, and I’m preparing myself for the gush of hot se**n when he pulls out, dragging a long string of saliva with his cock. He lifts me to my feet, pushes me against the dresser and hikes my leg up.

“I’ll take your pu**y over your mouth any day, baby. Pussies are made for cock.” And then he thrusts inside me, lifts me up by the ass, sets me on the dresser, pushing me back against the mirror, and he thrusts until we both explode.

He collapses on top of me after the last pulsing wave is finishes. “Goddamn, Harper. You drive me wild.”

I have to bite my lip to stop the laugh. If he only knew. “That’s how you like your c**k sucked?”

He chuckles. “Yeah, that right there was f**king heaven.” He’s breathing hard into my neck and I’m almost horny again. But he lifts me up, slaps my ass, and walks me over to the bathroom. “Shower time.”

He sets me back down on the counter but my arms are wrapped around his neck and I can’t make myself let go. “I know you said you’d come back for me, James. But I can’t do it. Please don’t leave me. Please, please, please.”