Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Mateo,” she said.
He was getting used to his name being said with a moan.
Sliding his hands back down toward her hips, he held onto her, and then started to ease out of her tight cunt. Another growl escaped Harper, and he stared down at where they were joined, seeing her pussy open around his cock. It was such a beautiful sight.
She was soaking wet, and he groaned, slamming all the way inside her.
“Fuck!” she growled and he loved hearing her say it. “Please.”
He knew exactly what she wanted, and he didn’t hold back. Gripping her hips, he began to pound inside her, feeding her his cock, taking her harder, driving deeper within her. She released a whimper, and he slowed down because he felt the answering pull within his own body, and he didn’t want to come just yet. He didn’t want this night to end.
Running his hands up her back, he slid them around and took hold of her tits, teasing the hard nipples. Another moan fell from her lips, and then he went back to grabbing her hips, but this time he didn’t go fast, he slowed down.
“Touch your clit,” he said.
Harper hesitated, but he didn’t stop. He spread the cheeks of her ass, but he wasn’t interested in her anus, no, he loved seeing her cunt filled with his cock.
Pulling all the way out until just the very tip of him remained, he slammed in, going to the hilt within her. The moment she touched her clit, Mateo saw stars, it felt that fucking good.
She stroked her clit, but then surprised him still by reaching down, and then started to stroke his cock as he moved in and out inside her.
“I want to feel you,” she said.
He had no choice but to clench his jaw and count to ten, then to twenty. He was so close to his release, and he refused to spoil it.
“Baby, if you keep that up, then I’m going to be gone.”
Harper giggled.
“Why?”
“You’re driving me crazy and I think what is worse, you know it.”
“I don’t know anything of the sort.” She did sound innocent.
Taking her from behind had its benefits with the angle, but it wasn’t what he wanted to feel, so he pulled out of her and easily flipped her over, onto her back. He spread her legs, and he didn’t make her wait long before he plunged balls-deep inside her cunt. This time, he got to look into her eyes.
The moon cast enough of a glow for him to make out her reflection, and she was beautiful. He didn’t want any distance between them.
He refused to let Harper be afraid of him, afraid of what they could have together.
Plunging deep inside her, he felt her pussy ripple around him.
Neither of them spoke, and he stared into Harper’s deep-brown eyes.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
Harper frowned. “What?”
“For everything. I … fucked up. I should never have rejected you. I should never have sent you away. That is my mess, and one day I do hope to clean it up.”
“Mateo, don’t.”
“No, I know what tonight is. I know there is a chance that come morning, you’re not going to want me around, because reality will set in. There is nothing I can do about that. I fucked up. I know this, but I also know I love you, and I want to spend every waking moment making it up to you. I’m not asking you for forgiveness. I don’t deserve it.”
He saw her eyes glisten with tears. Leaning down, he took possession of her lips, kissing her, and now he slowly made love to her.
At first, he expected reality to set in and Harper to push him away, but she didn’t. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly, as he made love to her.
To Mateo, this felt like more of a desperation for him. He didn’t want to lose her.
Now he understood what his father meant after all these years. The biggest mistake he ever made was rejecting Harper. The second one, was letting her go.
What the fuck did he do now?
Chapter Twelve
Harper sat at her kitchen counter. The coffee she had made for herself had already gone cold. She ran fingers through her hair and then dropped her head into her hands. No tears were coming. Nothing.
At the sound of the doorbell, she felt relief at finally not being left alone with her wayward thoughts. She knew it was going to be Franny, and her friend didn’t disappoint.
“Do you remember what a phone is? A cell phone?”
Harper frowned.
“They’re used to contact friends, when they’re not opening the shop, and speaking of not opening the shop, you’re alone, and you smell fine, why is your shop closed?” Franny asked, not allowing her to get a word in edgewise, as she opened the door to let her friend inside.