Defending Harlow (Mountain Mercenaries #4)(77)

“Oh, fuck . . . Lowell,” she cried as he sucked on her.

He felt her inner muscles tightening around his finger, and he almost came right then and there, thinking about how she’d feel around his dick. He slowly pumped in and out of her as she quivered in his grasp.

She began to thrust against him, and it took everything he had to keep his mouth around her as she gyrated at his ministrations.

Black doubled his efforts to make her come. He wanted to see her face when she went over the edge, though. He lifted his head and raised his eyes to her face. She was staring down at him, and the second their eyes met, he swore something clicked between them. It was a fanciful thought, but he didn’t even care.

He pulled his finger out of her body and used it to manipulate her clit. He quickly learned that direct stimulation on her bundle of nerves was more effective than rubbing around it. He pressed hard on her clit as he moved the hand on her ass lower. He fingered her slit with his pinkie, and was rewarded by her thrusting harder, pressing against the finger on her clit.

“Right there! Oh God, yes. Lowell, I’m going to . . . Shit, I’m coming!”

Black was practically holding her up as she hovered over him, but he’d never seen anything more erotic and beautiful in his life. He kept up the pressure on her clit as she flew over the edge. Her nipples were hard buds on her chest, and her face was flushed. She gripped his head and shoulder as if they were the only things keeping her from flying into a million pieces.

She was still shaking when he lowered her leg, stood, and lifted her onto the bed. He didn’t wait until she was settled, but climbed up with her and shoved her thighs apart with his knees. He used the head of his cock to caress her still-sensitive clit and waited for her to look at him.

When her ocean-blue eyes met his, he notched his cock to her opening. Her legs opened farther in welcome. “Fuck me, Lowell,” she said. “I need you inside me.”

That was all the permission he needed. Black sank inside her in one thrust. He didn’t stop until he felt his balls press up against her ass. He groaned low in his throat and buried his face in her neck, trying to gain control over his overwhelmed senses.

He felt her squeeze him from inside, and he pressed his lips together. She smelled like vanilla and lust, a scent that he’d forever associate with this first time they made love. He could feel her slick skin against his own, and the sounds she was making in the back of her throat excited him all the more.

Licking his lips, Black could still taste her on them.

She pressed her hips up as much as possible with him pinning her down. “Move,” she ordered.

“I’m holding on by a thread here, baby,” he muttered into her neck. “Give me a second.”

“No,” she said. “Use me to get the darkness out. Give it to me.”

Black stilled. She didn’t know what she was asking.

“Cleanse your soul,” she whispered, caressing his face. “Take me hard and get it out.”

He couldn’t have held back if his life depended on it. He lifted up on his hands and knees over her and said in a low rasp, “Tell me if I hurt you.”

“You could never hurt me.”

“I mean it, Harl. If I’m too rough, stop me. I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Lowell.”

And he did.

He’d warned her.

Told her that he had blackness in his soul.

But she hadn’t listened, or hadn’t believed him.

And it was too late now.

Rearing back, Black pulled all the way out so the only thing inside her was the very tip of his cock.

Then he rammed back inside her. He did it again. And again. He could barely handle the pleasure coursing through his body. She felt so good around him, clutching his dick as he pulled back, as if she didn’t ever want him to leave.

When it wasn’t enough, when he wasn’t deep enough, Black put a hand under her knee and shoved her leg up until her ankle rested on his shoulder. There. When he pressed inside her this time, he could feel himself go even deeper.

She groaned under him, pressed up when he thrust forward.

Shoving his hand under her ass, Black held her still as he hammered into her body. When he felt his balls tightening, readying themselves to shoot their load, he moved his hand from her ass to where they were joined. Scooping up some of her copious juices that had been dripping down his shaft to coat his balls, he began stroking her clit. Hard.

She shrieked and jerked under his touch, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t let go of her. Her head flew back, and her torso arched as she came.

Black held on as long as he could, loving the feel of her spasming around his hard-as-nails cock, but it was inevitable that her orgasm would trigger his own. He braced himself over her with both hands, shoved inside her body as far as he could go, and bellowed as he came.

It felt like he would never stop, but eventually he felt himself soften inside her. Not wanting to pull out yet, not even caring that the condom could break, he lifted her leg from his shoulder and collapsed on top of her. He felt her hands grip his back, and they lay like that for several moments. Both lost in sensation.

Finally, Black took a deep breath and felt himself slip from inside her body. It wasn’t a surprise since she was extremely wet.

He couldn’t wait until he could come inside her and feel their combined juices as he recovered.