Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79583 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Babe.” He shakes his head in what I guess is an answer. It’s just one I don’t get.
“Babe what?”
His eyes search mine, then he mutters, “We’ll talk about it later.” He brushes his lips over mine before letting me go and heading toward the door.
“Does anyone want coffee?” I question the room at large. Getting three no’s in return, I climb up on the stool holding Dizzy and sip my coffee, watching the guys work. An hour in, I get bored and decide I should be productive, so I start a load of laundry and pull out the dry mop and my other cleaning supplies to start cleaning my house.
Pulling yet another load of laundry out of the dryer, I take it back to the bedroom and empty the basket, dumping the clothes on the bed. Picking up one of Harlen’s shirts from the pile I just dumped, I look at the bed and the laundry I’ve already folded, and seeing the piles of his clothes mixed in with mine, warmth settles over me.
“Guys are gone,” Harlen says, stepping into the bedroom, and I stop folding his shirt in my hands. Looking from him to the clock, I see it’s already after three. The guys were here before I got up at nine, so they were here for over six hours. I ordered them pizza at one, but they still deserved more than that—like me being able to tell them thank you before they left.
“I didn’t get to thank them.”
“You said it earlier, and said it again when you got them pizza and beer.”
“Yeah, but that was before it was done.” I finish with his shirt then drop it onto a pile of his other ones that I already folded.
“They know you appreciate what they did,” he replies, getting close and touching his lips to the top of my head. “Dizzy’s been in and out a dozen times already, so he appreciates it too.”
“You have a lot of stuff in my laundry,” I blurt, and his body goes solid next to mine.
“What?”
“Um… I… You have a lot of stuff in my laundry.” I wave my hand at the bed and he looks to where I’m pointing.
“Okay.”
“Should I clean out a few drawers for you?” I ask, and his eyes come back to me, completely blank. “Ignore me. It’s too soon. That was stupid.” I shake my head then let out a loud squeak when I’m no longer on my feet but flying through the air and landing on the bed, bouncing with clothes scattering around me.
“Harlen, you just messed up the clothes I spent all day folding!”
“I don’t fucking care,” he growls, ripping my sweats and panties down my legs.
“I’m not refold— oh God!” I cry out, as his big hands spread my legs and he dips his head, licking up between my folds then pulling my clit into his mouth.
“Like I said, I don’t fucking care,” he repeats, before diving at me again, this time using his fingers and his mouth. Tossing one leg then the other over his shoulders, he devours me. “Fuck yes, ride my face,” he urges, and I do. I lift my hips, grinding myself against his mouth until I come, and do it hard, with my hands in his hair, holding him to me. Coming back to myself, my eyes flutter open and I watch him get undressed, then watch him crawl up onto the bed. My legs spread to make room for him, but he shakes his head. “You’re gonna sit on my face and suck me off.”
“What?” I whisper, holding his stare, and he moves, adjusting me until he has me where he wants me, sitting with my legs spread over his mouth and my hands to his thighs. He leans up, licking me, then leans back to order, “Suck me off, Harmony.”
Oh God. Swallowing, I look at his cock in front of me and wrap my fingers around him. Hot, hard, and silky smooth, we’ve never done this before. I’ve given him head, but never like this. “Harmony.” Hearing the warning in his tone and seeing his hips lift, I lower my head, taking him deep then sliding him out, circling my tongue around the head of his cock. “Fuck yeah.”
He pulls my hips down to his mouth and I whimper around his cock as he flicks his tongue over my clit. “Oh God,” I breathe, after I release him from my mouth with a pop as his fingers join his mouth.
“Suck me,” he growls against me. The sound sending a jolt of pleasure right between my legs and through every single inch of me. “Now.”
Sliding my hand down and up, I take him deep, all the way to the back of my throat before sliding him back out and going back for more. Every time I take him deep, he rewards me with his mouth, so I go for it over and over until my pussy starts to spasm and his cock starts to throb against my tongue.