Carmel released her own high-pitched gasp of pleasure. But as soon as it was expelled he was pulling out and ramming back in. The pace was feral, desperate, animalistic.
She reached down and circled her clit. Her balance was knocked off kilter but he held her steady.
“Ah, Jeez,” he moaned, his belly slapping up against her ass. “You gonna make me come, squeezing my cock like that with your gold-plated cunt.”
Carmel’s world suddenly rotated. Her pussy was empty and the air knocked from her lungs.
He’d flipped her and now loomed over her.
“I’m so hard for you,” he moaned. “Posh girl got me hard…never…would have believed it.”
“Fuck me, you wild fucking gypsy pirate.” She gripped his ears.
“Yes!” He thrust in, a deep, consuming shunt of his hips.
She cried out, so did he.
“More!” She released his ears and grabbed his buttocks. Angled her hips so he’d rub over her clitoris.
“You’re gonna get it.”
He pumped his hips, driving his cock in harder, higher, faster. The ring riding over her G-spot. It was firm and cool and massaged the sensitive, pulpy pad of flesh in a way that made her kind of want to pee. But as he continued to fuck her, the feeling passed and blissful need for release swamped her.
“I’m coming,” she gasped, slipping her hands up his damp torso and gripping his shoulders. “Oh God.”
“Like this.” He reared back and clamped his hands around her thighs. Dragged them up, he looped them over his shoulders and folded her double.
When he plunged back in, she was sure he was hitting her diaphragm. The air gushed from her. His big cock filled her, and the weight of his body on her exposed clit sent pleasure soaring through her.
Her orgasm was crazy and intense. Her mind full of Harper and his cock. She was owned by him. Nothing else existed except the way he was grinding against her clit and pounding into her.
On and on her orgasm claimed her. Her limbs jerked, her pussy spasmed.
“You done?” he asked, his voice strained as he stared down at her.
“Yes. Oh…yes.”
He sat back and allowed her legs to fall from his shoulders.
Pulling out, he gripped his cock and jerked it so rapidly his hand was a blur.
“Ah…shit…” He gritted his teeth and wrinkled his nose. His slit widened and a gush of cum spurted onto her belly. “Fuck,” he grunted. “Fuck. Fuck.”
She watched, fascinated as another string of pearly liquid landed on her skin, making a cross shape over the first. Her pussy was still contracting and releasing, her skin tingling, and her breaths hard to catch.
He groaned and tipped his head back, closing his eyes.
Carmel had never seen such a beautiful man, so uninhibited, so at ease in embracing his pleasure. She imprinted the image of him on her mind. She wanted it to be with her always.
He was strength and passion all wrapped up in one lean, exotic, erotic package—and damn his cock was pierced too. Never in her wettest dreams could she have conjured Harper. He was more than a dream, he was a mirage, a fantasy…he was her here and now for this one nano second in the eternity of time.
He stopped working his cock and sat back, between her spread legs. Pushing his hair from his damp forehead he grinned. “That was worth the wait.”
She sucked in air then let it puff out in a long breath. “Yes it was.”
“You’re not what I expected,” he said, casually reaching forward and rubbing his finger through the cum around her navel.
“No?”
“Nah, you’re cool. Not as uptight as I thought…well tight in the right place.” With his other hand he entered two fingers into her pussy. “Like here.”
“I think we fit pretty well.” She resisted the urge to flutter her eyelids shut. Damn it felt good, even though she’d only just come.
He chuckled and withdrew, stood from the bed.
As he walked to the table and poured himself another shot of sherry, she admired his ass. It was high and pert and the same syrupy colour as the rest of him.
He knocked the drink back as though it were a vodka shot.
“So now what?” she asked, reaching for the box of Kleenex her mother kept by the bed.
“I have to go.”
“Fuck and run?”
“Ride and ride.”
She laughed. Harper didn’t mess about. It was refreshing.
“I’m sorry.” He shrugged. “I gotta get on my way. The road is calling.”
“I understand.” She scooped the cum from her belly then sat, her legs dangling from the bed. The air was a soft breeze on her skin, a pleasant caress which cooled her. “Horse to ride into the sunset.”
He reached for his pants and pulled them on, did the same with his boots. His t-shirt he gripped in his fist as he walked over to her.
“I’m clean,” he said, nodding at the wet tissue. “Haven’t done it without a condom before, but figured a chick like you would be pristine.”
“So I was a first for you for something?” The thought thrilled her, utterly.
“You were a first for me for a few things.” He cupped her chin and kissed her. “But I didn’t think you’d be to happy about a baby gypsy popping out in nine months.”
“Could be hard to explain.”
He smiled. “Wouldn’t want anything to complicate your perfect life.”
She bristled. “I think you know better than anyone my life is hardly perfect.”
“Ahh, Cedric.” He tipped his head. “What a fucking arsehole.”
She hesitated. “I guess he’s been punished.”
“I don’t know what you mean.” He winked and stood up straight, reached around his neck and removed his necklace.
She stared up at him. This was it. This was goodbye. She could sense it. But it was okay, they were never going to be walking down the aisle, buying a house in Chelsea, two point five kids.
It was, what it was.
“I want you to have this.” He removed his necklace and set it around her neck.
“I can’t…”
“You can. It’s not from a fancy jewellers but it does have powers.”
“Powers?”
He stepped back and ran his hand through his hair.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re not like the others. And this…” He pointed to the feather and purple stone nestled at her cleavage. “Will bring you to me.”
“I don’t understand.”
“There’s a bar, in Ballymena , called Mulligans.” He narrowed his eyes and took her right hand in his. “You ever need me. That fucker bothers you… anyone bothers you. Come to it.” With his other hand he held the feather, his knuckles brushing her skin. “You show anyone there this, you ask where Harper is, and they’ll tell you.”
“But how…?” She frowned.
“They’ll know…or they’ll know a man who knows.”
Stepping forward, he captured her mouth with his.
This moment was their happily ever after. He’d been her knight in shining armour, her most passionate lover, her obsession for just a few days.
But now it was goodbye.
She tried to show him with her return kiss how special he was. How sad it was they lived in different worlds. That they couldn’t be together. But equally, a stolen moment, the princess and the pauper, the spoilt little rich girl and the wild man, the amateur and the expert, had shared something which could never be taken away from them.
He broke the kiss, his eyes a little glazed and his mouth moist but a tight straight line.
“Don’t say goodbye.” She pressed her index finger to his lips. “Just don’t.”
He smiled. A sudden bright smile. Winked, then turned.
Carmel watched him walk through the open door of the summerhouse and into the sunshine. Gripping his t-shirt he moved down the steps with his usual easy grace.
The feather on the necklace wa
s cool and slim as she rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger. And as Harper went out of site she took comfort in the fact it was a portal to him if she ever needed him.
She wouldn’t. The need for her sexy gypsy man had been satisfied.
But…if she did. If that day came. She had the key and no one could take it away from her.
THE END
About Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning author of sexy romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Pride, Evernight, and Stormy Night Publications. Her work regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Silk Tie, The Glass Knot, Cold Nights, Hot Bodies, Bite Mark and Shared have been blessed with many 5* reviews – all available on Kindle Unlimited.
If you love sporty romance don’t miss Hot Ice a seven novel 5* series about those sexy bad boys of the ice all available on Kindle Unlimited and the first book is FREE when you sign up to her newsletter. And also check out Formula One themed novel Accelerated Passion and sexy soccer story Scored, also on KU.
Lily writes MF, MM and ménage a trois, her books regularly hit the #1 spot on Amazon Bestseller lists and Breathe You In was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2014. Her latest MM novel is Dark Warrior and you can grab Part One of her MM series Caught on Camera for FREE!
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes darker plot lines and suspense under the name Harlem Dae - check out That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read' and is available in book stores nationwide. The Sexy as Hell Trilogy, a critically acclaimed boxed set, is available on Amazon and KU.
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BRITISH BAD BOYS
A Bad Boy Romance Boxed Set
Copyright © 2017 Marissa Farrar, Lucy Felthouse, Tabitha Rayne, Lily Harlem, Victoria Blisse, Kd Grace, Lexi Bay.
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