by Cameron Hart
Levi kisses down my neck and sucks on my collarbone, pulling out a moan from deep inside of me. He growls and nips at the tops of my breasts, causing me to buck my hips.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I need you,” he pants.
“Me too. Please, please…” I’m not even sure what I’m asking but I know Levi will give it to me.
He chuckles into my skin and I feel the vibrations go straight to my clit.
“I’ve got you, Harper. Let me take care of you.”
I nod as he pushes himself off the bed and strips down. I sit up and he helps me take my nightgown off and guides me back to the bed. Levi kneels down by the edge of the bed and grips my ankles, tugging me so my ass is almost hanging off the bed.
I squeal and he nips at my thighs, causing me to giggle and then moan when he licks away the sting. He slips one leg over his shoulder and then the other. I’m spread wide before him with just a thin scrap of lacy panties separating my pussy from his face.
“Jesus, Harper…” Levi presses his nose into my panties and breathes me in. I try to wiggle away. It feels embarrassing and too intimate. “No way, baby. No hiding from me. I’ve missed this sweet cunt.”
I feel his thumb rub me through the thin layer of fabric and all of my apprehension fades into pleasure.
“Missed you, Levi,” I moan as he works me over. I’m already on edge and he hasn’t even really touched me yet.
“Missed you too, baby. I can’t wait any longer, I have to taste you,” he grunts, sounding about as desperate as I feel.
“Yes, plea – Oh!” He rips my panties off and dips his tongue inside of my hole, dragging my juices up, up, up till he’s circling my clit.
“Shit, sweetheart. You taste better than I remember.”
He dives back in, licking sucking, and devouring every inch of my pussy. I feel his tongue, his teeth, his hot breath working in tandem to wind me up tighter and tighter. He shoves two fingers deep inside of me and curls them up. My back arches off the bed and I scream his name, riding the sweet edge of torture and pleasure, ready to fall into oblivion at any moment.
He continues to thrust his fingers in and out of me as I writhe and buck my hips.
“Yes! Yes! Ohmygod, I’m…I’m…”
“That’s it, love, cum for me, I want to see this pussy gush for me.”
He leans in and sucks my clit into his mouth, pushing me over the edge. I grind my pussy into his face as my legs tremble and snap around his head. Every muscle spasms and I can’t breathe yet as wave after wave of pure ecstasy floods my veins, threatening to suffocate me. I don’t mind. I don’t ever want to come up for air. Levi laps up everything I give him, growling into my folds and holding me closer so he doesn’t miss a drop.
I’m vaguely aware of Levi pulling away and scooting me up the bed, but my mind is still in a fog of pleasure as I come down from that high. My pussy is still swollen and throbbing when Levi thrusts his huge cock inside of me.
We both cry out and my legs hook around his hips, my heels digging into his ass and pulling him closer.
“Shit, Harper. So fucking good. Missed being inside of you.”
He slowly pulls out and I feel my pussy protesting, trying to suck him back in. Levi kisses me at the same time he shoves his hard shaft back into my depths. He swallows my cries and sets a steady pace as he devours my mouth.
Levi breaks the kiss only to pull the top of my nightgown down, releasing my tits. He licks and nibbles and sucks one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple. His pace quickens as he kisses his way to my other breast, giving it the same treatment. I meet him thrust for thrust until his pace turns frantic.
“Fuck, sweetheart, just…fuck, baby.”
He leans down and rubs my clit, over and over, he rolls the little bundle of nerves in between his fingers. I close my eyes as my muscles tense and lock up, preparing for another orgasm.
“Levi! Don’t stop, please, don’t—”
And then he’s not touching me, he’s not inside of me, he’s not on the bed.
“Noooo!” I cry out.
I feel his hands on my hips. Levi flips me over and smacks my butt cheek, chuckling.
“I’m not ready for this to end yet. Up on your hands and knees, baby. Show me that ass.”
I do as he says. I feel his hands grabbing and massaging my ass, appreciating all of my curves. Then, he leans over so his front is covering my back and nibbles the shell of my ear. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ll always give you what you need.”
With that, he slams into me from behind and I cum on the spot. Hard. I hear someone scream out in pleasure. Some part of me knows I'm the one who made that sound, but it feels so distant. I feel so far away like I'm on another planet looking down on us as Levi fucks me good and hard.
“FUCK! Holy fucking shit, baby, that’s it, squeeze my big dick.”
My whole body pulses around his cock as it pistons in and out of me. One orgasm rolls right into another, my juices running down my thighs.
“Le…vi…so…good!” I say in between thrusts.
He grabs my hair in his hand and twists my head so he can bend down and kiss me. Our lips melt, our skin slaps, our sweat mingles and drips down our bodies.
When we come up for air, Levi grabs my hips and ruts into me like an animal. I push back into him and he growls, the vibrations spreading through his cock and straight into my pussy. He massages my ass cheeks and pulls them apart.
“Jesus, fuck, baby. Love watching us like this, my big dick stretching your pussy lips. Love watching you take all of me like a good girl. Are you a good girl, sweetheart?”
“Ye…Yes!”
“Are you going to cum for me again like a good girl?”
“Mmmm…”
Levi slows his pace a little and spanks me. It sends a jolt of white-hot pleasure to my clit.
“Words, baby, I need your words. Are you going to cum for me?”
I try to pull in enough air to form words, but I can only manage to nod my head yes. His other hand comes down to spank me on my other cheek.
I moan as the sting intensifies all of the pleasure I’m already feeling.
“Mmmore…” I moan.
“Shit…” he groans.
He picks up his speed again and smacks my ass once, twice, three times. I explode right as his hand makes contact for the fourth time.
“AH! Fuck, Levi, oooohhhh…”
“Jesus, Harper…”
He grips my hips tight enough to bruise and he stills inside of me. I feel his cock swell up as my pussy massages him over and over. He roars his release as it shoots out of him and paints my insides. I have no doubts that if I weren’t’ already pregnant, that would have gotten the job done.
We’re both breathing heavily as Levi pulls out and crashes down next to me. He rolls me over and throws me across his chest so he can hold me. I rest my head over his heart and listen as it slowly returns to a normal beat.
I look up at him and he has his eyes closed. He’s rubbing small circles on my naked skin, sending shivers down my spine.
Finally, he cracks one eye open and looks down at me. His face breaks out in the most adorable grin. God, could this man be any more perfect?
“Is it always going to be that good?” I ask him.
Levi pulls me up so he can kiss me thoroughly. Resting his forehead on mine, he tucks some hair behind my ear.
“Yeah, sweet girl. It’ll always be that good because it’s us.”
I smile and he kisses me again until I’m all worked up.
“As much as I want to take you again right now, love, I need to feed you. It’s been a while since you’ve eaten and now you have another little life to think about, yeah?”
I let out an exasperated sigh, and Levi chuckles.
“I promise to give you at least three more orgasms before the day is over. But you need to eat, sweetheart.”
He places a sweet kiss on my nose and hops up to get us food. I wrap the sheet around me an
d prop myself up on some pillows. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Levi is really here, he’s really mine, and we’re really going to start a family together. Some part of me should probably be freaking out, but I can’t feel anything except pure joy.
Epilogue
Levi
“Oh, Levi! Yes! Yes!”
“Shh, baby. You gotta be quiet or else someone is going to come in here.”
Harper nods and whimpers as I continue to pound into her from behind. Her hands are in front of her on the bathroom sink and I have one hand holding her hip while the other circles her clit. I feel her body trembling and tensing, and I know she’s so close to coming for me.
I pick up my speed, driving us both mad with anticipation. I see her gorgeous tits swing back and forth in the mirror and it almost makes me explode. But she has to cum first.
Gritting my teeth, I barely manage to bite back a growl. Every time with Harper is fucking incredible. Feeling her tight heat surround me, her breasts jiggle, her soft curves mold to my body, and her ass… Jesus Christ, I could write a million poems about her perfect, round, juicy ass.
Harper throws her head back and closes her eyes, her body wound tight and ready to snap.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want to watch you cum.”
Her eyes pop open and she stares at me in the bathroom mirror. I can see her pulse racing in her neck, her breaths becoming shallow and ragged. Her nostrils flare and her jaw tenses as she holds back a moan.
I pinch her clit and smack her ass and she fucking detonates around me. Her eyes grow wide and stare right at me as her body thrashes and bucks beneath me. It’s fucking everything.
“So goddamn gorgeous, sweetheart. You cum so good for me. I’m gonna cum for you too, baby.”
She whimpers and I hold her still with my hands on her hips, thrusting in and out of her at a punishing pace. My hands drop from Harper’s hips and I bend down and cover her with my body, placing my hands on either side of hers. My head drops to her shoulder and I sink my teeth into her skin as my orgasm rips through me. I feel Harper’s sweet pussy convulse around me, my orgasm setting off another one for her.
I pull out and turn her around lifting her up onto the counter so I can stand between her legs. I cup her cheeks with my hands and give her a slow and sweet kiss.
“Love you, my sweet girl. Will that tide you over till I can get you home tonight?”
She buries her head in my chest and giggles. “Yes. Thank you. I can’t believe we did that in Emma’s house. I’m always so horny when I’m pregnant!”
“I don’t mind in the least,” I say as I stroke her hair.
Reaching out for her left hand, I kiss her palm and then her wedding ring. I proposed to her a week after we found out we were pregnant, and we were married two months later, as soon as she graduated.
Five years and three kids later, with one on the way, and I’m still head over fucking heels for this perfect goddess in my arms. Sure, life is crazy busy with Harper and my new investment firm as well as trying to chorale our growing horde of children, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“You’re so beautiful, Harper.”
She looks up and rolls her eyes at me. “You don’t have to keep saying that, Levi. You’re kind of stuck with me at this point,” she grins.
Over the years, Harper has grown more confident in herself, but she still doesn’t quite know how to take a compliment. I knew it would be an uphill battle, and I’m damn lucky to be the one to fight for her and show her how gorgeous she is every single day.
“Sweetheart, I will never stop telling you how beautiful you are. I don’t do it out of obligation or to manipulate you, love. I say it because it’s true. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I still can’t believe I get to keep you all to myself.” I lean in for a kiss, but we are interrupted by a frantic pounding on the bathroom door.
“Moooom! Mommy, are you there?” Hannah, our four-year-old shouts.
We both chuckle and I kiss Harper all over her face. She giggles and tries to get out of my grasp. I just hold her tighter and tuck her into my chest before resting my chin on top of her head.
“MOOOOOOM!” Hannah shrieks again.
“I’ll be right out, sweetie. Go find auntie Emma, she can help you.” We hear a dramatic sigh and we both try not to laugh.
I help Harper down and get her cleaned up before sending her out into the hallway. I clean myself up and step out a few minutes later. Emma walks around the corner and gives me a knowing look. I should feel embarrassed, but I can’t bring myself to feel anything but totally in love with my wife and happy that I could give her pleasure.
I have the decency to at least fake it for Emma’s sake though. I clear my throat while she continues to give me the stink eye. “Uh, sorry about that.”
Emma starts laughing, which eases some of the awkwardness. “No you’re not,” smiles. “But that’s okay. I mean, you’re going to have to bleach that bathroom, but I’m glad Harper is happy.”
“Me too.”
“You better take your horny wife home, and don’t forget your little demons too,” Emma says with a grin. She loves our kids and they love her too. Emma babysits for us two days a week when Harper is in the office.
I go downstairs and walk into Emma’s living room. The sight before me takes my breath away. My sexy, pregnant wife is tucking a blanket around our youngest daughter, Morgan, while Hannah helps her sister, Lisa, put her jacket on. All of my girls are so precious to me and I can’t wait to get them all home and snuggle in for a movie night.
Harper holds Morgan on her hip while I scoop up Lisa and Hannah. We walk out of the door and I kiss Harper on her temple before helping her get our kids all buckled in. When we get into the car, I reach over and grab her hand, rubbing my thumb over her ring. “Thanks for giving me a second chance all those years ago, Harper.”
“Thanks for being a pervy old man and hitting on your business partner’s daughter,” she quips. We both laugh and I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss her knuckles.
“What’s pervy mean, mommy?” Hannah asks in that innocent way only toddlers can. I look over at Harper, who is biting her lips to keep from bursting out with laughter.
“It’s a grown-up word, Hannah Banana,” I answer.
I don’t even have to look in the rearview mirror to know that Hannah is glaring at me, no doubt unsatisfied with my answer. That girl is smart and sassy, just like her momma.
“How about ice cream?” Harper says excitedly.
Hannah cheers and all is forgotten.
“Sorry,” she whispers to me. “I know it’s not the best parenting move.”
I squeeze her hand. “Baby, you never have to apologize for ice cream.”
She smiles over at me and then rests her head on my shoulder while I drive my family out to ice cream. I have no idea how I got so damn lucky, but I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to be worthy of this precious gift.
THE END
Come Back to Me
(Coming Home Duet Book 2)
Summary:
Emma
I never expected to see Hot Cop again. He came to my rescue after my piece of crap car broke down on the side of the road. Yeah, my mind had all sorts of dirty thoughts about the dark-haired, green-eyed Roman statue of a man, but I have no time or space for a man in my life. But then he showed up at my work, telling me all of these sweet things, making me feel so… treasured. Part of me wants to get lost in this fantasy, but a bigger part knows I need to back out before my past comes back to destroy us both.
Roman
When I saw the little pixie of a woman cursing and wrestling to roll her window down on her rust-bucket of a car, I knew she was the one for me. My little spitfire. My dandelion. My Emma. She thinks she has a big, scary past, but she doesn’t realize that I’m her future. I’ve been in love with her since the moment I saw her, and my little dandelion isn’t going to get away from me. Will I
be strong enough to fight the demons she keeps telling me about when the time comes? You better believe it.
Chapter 1
Emma
“Goddamnit! No, no, no!” I curse at myself and smack my palms down on the steering wheel of my ancient station wagon. The red and blue lights continue to flash in my rearview mirror. Despite being a bit of a reckless driver, I’ve never actually been pulled over before.
It’s not that I’m a bad driver, per se. Although my best friend and roommate, Harper, might disagree. I’ve just never been one much for rules. And it’s not like I do anything super dangerous. Mostly speeding, maybe not stopping all the way at four-way stop signs, especially when there is no one else around. Sure, there’s the occasional switching of lanes without using a signal. And, fine, sometimes I push my luck when storming through yellow lights, but I mean, c’mon. Those things should really be longer anyway.
I know I’ve been testing fate, driving like this and not getting pulled over, which is why it’s surprising that breaking down is the thing that made a cop stop and notice. The thing is… I can’t have my license run through the system. I’m such a fucking fool. I got too comfortable here and now I’m about to blow it.
I gather my registration and proof of insurance, hoping against hope the cop can just check that and maybe not ask for my license. I know, I know, that will never happen, but maybe it’ll buy me some time. To do what, exactly, I’m not sure.
I start the slow process of rolling down my window. It’s a manual hand crank, and it often gets stuck. I’m busy arm wrestling the damn crank when I hear a tap on my window.
“What?” I snap. It’s my automatic response when I’m annoyed and someone makes it worse. But, shit, it’s a cop. One I’m hoping won’t give me a ticket or run my license. “I mean, hi.”
God, I’m such an idiot.
I look up for the first time and notice the freaking wall of a man standing outside of my window. All I see is his huge chest at first, but then my eyes drift up towards his face. He’s grinning at me, but when my eyes lock with his, all smugness drops from his face. He’s staring at me with the same intensity, almost shock, that I know he sees reflected in my eyes.