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“More?” I ask, stepping closer to the side of the counter so I can bend to her face and dust a kiss on her lips.

She nods, the look in her eyes heated.

I lift it again and whack her other cheek. She flinches, but then a soft gasp follows, and I rub my palm over her soft rear. Just to be sure she liked it, I drag a hand between her legs. Holy fuck, this girl is my perfect dirty angel. “You’re soaked,” I rasp out, as I slide my fingers across the damp fabric hugging her *.

“Do it again,” she begs.

I gladly comply, spanking my naughty magician with her very own magic wand and soothing her with my palm each time, one delicious globe then the other, then back again. Winding her up. Making her writhe. Drawing out the most delicious noises from her. I kneel and press kisses on her bottom, pulling at the lace with my teeth, inching it closer to the crack of her delicious ass, exposing her flesh. I nibble on her cheek, and she moans. I lavish attention on the other one, giving her everything she wants right where she wants it, nibbling, licking, kissing her soft, sweet skin.

As I worship this fantastic rear, Harper whispers my name. “Nick, I need you.”

She wants me. She needs me. I have never craved being the object of both more than I do with Harper. I pull down her panties and help her step out of them.

My dick throbs as I look at her bare ass, her slick, wet *, her gorgeous legs, and her face, her eyes so full of desire. “You’re incredible,” I murmur.

She pushes the condom at me. She’s so damn desperate. I cover my dick, curl a hand around her hip, and rub the tip between her legs. She shudders, arching her back.

“Oh, princess,” I rasp, as I rub the head against her heat. “I fucking want you so much.”

She pushes back against me. “I want you, too.”

Like this, with her bent over my kitchen counter in a black butterfly bra and stockings, I sink into the woman I’ve been dreaming about for months, and I groan in pleasure. She’s divine. So hot, so fucking snug.

The intensity of this moment radiates in my body like a hot flare. I’m inside Harper for the first time, and it’s so good it’s unreal.

She moans, and I lower my chest to her, pressing against her back, my lips near her face. “Harper,” I say as I ease out then push in.

“Oh God,” she moans, and it sounds as if she’s lost in pleasure.

“Harper,” I say again, my voice rough, commanding.

“Yes?”

“You’re perfect like this.”

I raise my chest, grip her hips with both hands, and thrust—slow, deep lingering strokes that have her squirming and begging, saying yes and please and more. I take my time, making her want it, rocking in and out of her. She circles her hips against me. Her knuckles are white from gripping the counter. I run a hand up her spine, grab a fistful of hair, and tug. She yelps, and the noise transforms into a low, sexy groan as I take her harder.

“Deeper,” she begs. “I love it when you’re so deep in me.”

Sparks fly down my legs. Lust incinerates me, and desire spreads to every cell. She raises her ass higher, sinks lower, gives me more of her body. Each move she makes fans the flames, and I fuck her how she wants it. Deep, hard, passionate.

Her breath comes in shudders and reckless pants. Curling my hands tighter around her, I say, “Is this how you wanted it? All those times?”

“Yes. God, yes.”

“Is it like your dirty pictures?”

“It’s better. So much better.”

I know what will make it the best. Her lips. I lower my chest to her back, cup a cheek with one hand, and turn her face to mine. This isn’t the easiest position, but I don’t care. I know what I’m doing, and I fuck her from behind as I kiss her madly, needing her lips, craving her tongue, wanting this connection. She’s so wild beneath me, all moans and murmurs and thrusts, and her tongue seeks mine, her lips pressing hungrily to me.

Her * is my favorite place in the universe, and she grows even wetter with each kiss, and slicker still with every consuming thrust. We kiss like sloppy, crazed lovers, until she bites down on my lip. She cries out, lets go of my mouth, and utters a throaty, hungry series of oh Gods that are nearly my undoing as she comes hard, calling my name.

Somewhere, tingling in my body, I can feel the start of an orgasm. But I’m not ready to stop. I’m not done fucking my girl. I slow down, grit my teeth, and fight off my own release.

“I want you to come again,” I tell her, my voice rough.

She just nods, and that’s all I need to know she’s game for multiples.

I pull out, my fingers tight around the condom, keeping it on. “Bed. Now. On your back. Legs spread. Leave the shoes on.”

She’s never been to my bedroom, but it’s not hard to find, and in seconds she’s on the navy blue comforter and open for me. I crawl between her legs, and shove back into her.

“Oh fuck,” I groan, my cock surrounded by her sweet heat once more. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“You got me that way,” she says, as I fill her.