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He pounds my p**sy in short strokes, his shaft grinding against the inner walls of my cunt. Shock waves of exquisite pleasure burst and flow through me like an exploding volcano.
I exhale through my clenched teeth, frantic with the need to come all over him. “f**k me, f**k me, please…”
“Damn, Harper.” He quickens his pace, gives me what I need and crave.
“Kri,” I sob. I sink my fingers into his hair, claw his scalp and heave as I surrender my body to his insatiable thrusts.
It’s there, my orgasm, hovering just out of reach. I lift my hips, raise them to meet each of his rapid thrusts. The slap, slap, slap of our bodies fills the quiet room. He keeps going, a machine… my machine.
His pubic bone grinds against my needy clit with every push of his cock into my wet hole, stimulating me even more, sending me higher.
My nipples are hard, hard enough to cut glass and aching with my need.
The arousal is thrumming through my veins, pounding in my heart. I’m so close. I’m just waiting for him to force me over the edge, make me scream his name and draw blood. I want him to remember this, me, even after he gets sent off on his next assignment.
“Do it. Come on my dick, baby. Gonna fill you up if you come for me.”
f**k… the thought is accompanied by a full-body shudder of pleasure, shifting and soaring through me, yanking a scream from my throat.
My p**sy is contracting, tightening and milking his dick as it moves in and out of me, touching my cunt in ways no other man can.
Each entrance strokes my G-spot. Another thrust, another shiver, drawing me closer and closer to coming all over his dick.
“Come, Harper.” His voice is a low growl, demanding.
He changes position, sits up, holds my thighs insanely wide and then the only parts of us touching are his hands on my thighs and his dick in my p**sy.
“Oh f**k, oh f**k, oh f**k…”
One hand leaves my thigh. His fingers zero in on my clit and squeeze the nub then rub the abused bit of nerves in tiny circles.
f**k. Oh yes.
His touch brings my back right off the bed, chest out and hands clawing the cold fabric. I try to ground myself, try not to drift away on the pleasure.
But I can’t.
Mr. Collins is a man that doesn’t give up, demands everything I’ve got to offer and I hand it over on a silver platter.
Because I’m coming. No, I’m not coming, I’m exploding and imploding, and my whole body vibrates with the force as it roars through me. Like a tsunami. I can’t stop its progression. The pleasure embraces me and carries me along, wave after wave of pure bliss.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on my fat cock, take my dick, cream all over me.”
God, he’s so dirty, nasty and rough… and I love it. God help me, I love him. I think.
One orgasm isn’t enough for him. No, Kri keeps f**king me. I come twice more before he finally surrenders, finally lets his own release take over.
He swears and calls my name as he jerks. Rough spasmodic thrusts before he spurts his seed deep inside me, coats my inner walls with his cum. I tighten my legs around him, my p**sy spasms, milks him, and I smile with every tiny shudder I feel going through his body.
He slumps over me, and we tangle intimately until the last shudder and tide of pleasure ebbs away, our breaths intermingling.
Mr. Collins leans to the side, pulls me with him and strokes my hair. His fingers trace my nose, cheek, lips. I wrap around him, lay my head on his chest and feel more relaxed than I have in months.
I’m giddy, thinking about the fact that we still have the entire weekend, plus Monday since it’s a national holiday, together. Three whole f**k and love filled days.
Four days before he has to report to the base.
But Mr. Collins shatters my heavenly illusion. He takes a deep breath and then blurts out his news. “Your parents invited me to the cabin for this weekend. I couldn’t refuse, baby.”
My head shoots up, and I stare at him open-mouthed. “What?”
Okay, that is kinda shrewish, but what the heck? I scowl at him, growly and angry now. “You mean, you’d rather go hunting with my dad than spend time with me? Really?” My family owns a log cabin in Midland, near hunting preserves.
He strokes my back, hand tracing my spine with a gentle touch. “Harper, sweetheart, you know I’d rather spend my time with you. The problem is, I’ve been with you any time I can and I think your dad is getting suspicious.”
I narrow my eyes. “You’re some super, bad ass spec op man. You’re overseas doing super-secret things all the time!”
“But after each mission, I’ve always come home. I haven’t been doing that, and your dad is asking questions.”
I blink. Well, damn. “Like what?”
“He wants to know if I’m seeing someone.”
“And what did you say?”