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The Manor (DudeMeister&SHARPii)

He immediately looked up, knowing that he was caught. He hadn't had much trouble keeping eye contact, but in this situation he allowed himself to get caught. When she suggested to take a picture he chuckled a bit, having heard that before...but than he detected the lack of sarcasm.

"Wait...you're serious?" he asked
 
Harper was the one grinning and smirking now. She pushed the covers off of her completely so that her entire nude body was once more exposed to him. She was still conscious but the way he looked at her, he made her feel, look and believe she was sexy. It's not like she was super chunky. She just wasn't stick thin like a lot of the girls that worked for him. But everything about her was real. No plastic surgeon touched her. "Yeah, why not? I mean..." She started as she sat up and moved on her knees in front of him, but not sitting back on her haunches. Up on her knees, legs open and she leaning over to rest her hands on the bed. Basically, on all fours. "I'd hate for you to be so alone and not have anything to tide you over until I get back." That and she didn't really like the idea of having a bunch of girls around him who were probably all the more ready and eager to bend over for him. "And I suppose, the idea of you looking at me like that, with so much desire, so much need, well it really turns me on Hawthorne." Whoa, she had certainly never explored this side of her sexuality before but she wasn't complaining! She kind of liked this new version of her. Well...temporary new version.
 
(are we doing another scene, or should we get on with the plot?)

His jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what she was doing. Was he dreaming. He clumsily reached for his phone and took a shot of her the way she was.

"Mmmm careful hun. We might be here all day if you keep being so...awesome" he said
 
[Lol, that wasn't my intention. But if you want, we can.]

Harper giggled and she bit her lower lip, sitting up on her knees for another pose before she sat back. She gave him only two pictures but hey, two was better than none!
"Oh? And if I were to keep being so 'awesome' what would you do?" She brought her knees up to her chest and rest her chin atop them.
 
(Alright. I want a bit)

He looked at her with his trademark smoldering look. They really had to go...but he wanted to have a little more time. He slowly crawled to her, kissing up her calf gently and all the way up to her knee. Looking up at her he kissed her lips gently

"Open your legs a bit and I'll show you" he said, smirking
 
She pooled with desire from that very look her gave her, her heart beating faster now. She swallowed hard. Harper knew they had to leave soon, in fact they should skip it and go now but after that look, she wouldn't dare stop him. Not when she wanted him as badly, if not more. Each kiss up all the way to her knee made her shudder and she kissed him back ever so invitingly. She didn't even respond verbally to his request. She opened her legs, her knees falling down a little bit but legs open wide enough to give him access. Her hands slid down her knees to the side of her and then back of her, for support. She had a feeling she'd really need it.
 
The way she kissed him back drove him mad with lust. Moving into her even more he ran his hands up her body and through her hair, caressing her scalp gently as he gently nipped her bottom lip. He soon pressed his hips closer to her's, and drove his 9 inch boner into her quickly. Moaning in delight as he felt her inner walls accommodate him, he slowly began to thrust into her, kissing her lips passionately and gently gripping her hair.
 
Her lips parted and she gasped deeply, especially with the precision and how deftly he just pushed her into her. He was so big inside of her, she often wondered how he fit but then the pleasure took its course, and suddenly didn't care anymore. Because what mattered was this. Them. All of it. She moaned deeply into his lips as he kissed her, she kissing him back deeply and passionately, one arm moving around his neck and the other hand resting on his shoulder, gripping it as her nails dug in. She needed to hang onto him.
 
He laid her out flat on her back as soon as she wrapped her arms around him. Running his fingers through her raven locks he soon began pounding her harder and harder, kissing her passionately and occasionally breaking it to nip at her bottom lip or her neck.

"Mmmm...not sure what I like more...this or your mouth" he said, chuckling and moaning as he pistoned into her rhythmically
 
It was fortunate he broke their kiss because when he started, and really actually got started, it felt and seemed impossible to keep her lips to his. Her head tilted back into the pillow and her moans rose quite a lot in volume.
"Oh shush." She whimpered pleasurably. "You obviously like both. No need to be ashamed of that." She nipped his lower lip, her nails raking down his back deeply.
 
He hissed slightly at the sudden twinge of pain he felt from her nails scratching down his back.

"Mmmm...a little retaliation eh?" he said, smirking

"Well in both cases, you are the best" he added, nipping at her neck gently as he gradually picked up speed
 
She looked up at him with a sultry gaze and licked her lips in a very enticing way, her tongue slowly darting over her lower lip. "I guess I have a bit of fight in me." She purred, tilting her head to the side to offer him better access at her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed and she gave herself up into the pleasure, losing herself in him. It was difficult not to. He was such a strong force and presence inside of her. Literally.

The best? That felt like such a high and mighty compliment coming from a man who basically owned a brothel. To say she was glowing with pride and pleasure was an understatement. If anything, it heightened her pleasure even more.
 
Thrusting himself rapidly and powerfully into her, he indulged in planting hot kisses down her neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh periodically as the sound of his hips impacting against her sounded throughout the room. Kissing down her neck, he came face to face to her amazing breasts as they shook around with all the force he imparted into her. He licked his lips before he allowed himself to kiss up the gorgeous mounds, suckling onto her as one hand gripped her hair and the other gripping the breast that wasn't being licked or sucked on.
 
Harper couldn't believe it. She probably should have since it somehow always became like this but she still couldn't believe it. How he could just pound himself into her and she'd feel it so deeply, so profoundly that each time she felt him slam into the back of her channel, it was like an explosion of pleasure, like an earthquake that rumbled through her. It wasn't surprising then that at this point, with how he was thrusting into her, how hard and how fast, that she was screaming. It was hard to resist. Just as hard as he was inside of her.
 
He groaned in pleasure, feeling her tightness struggle to accommodate him. God he loved how she screamed his name in pleasure. It only made him want to outperform himself. Moving his lips up to her's he locked them in a passionate kiss.

"If it gets to be too much tell me" he said, breaking the kiss and clutching her hips firmly. He sat up and began to fuck her in triple time, pulling her hips into each thrust vigorously, hoping to drive her wild. If this was their last time before they had to take a break, he'd make the most of it.
 
She kissed him back with such an insatiable need, as if one kiss wasn’t ever going to be enough. As if one thrust would never be enough. Just one time would never be enough. She needed more, she’d always need more and for a splitting moment, she thought how she would ever be able to survive without him for the time she would be at her mother’s.

That thought was instantly erased for the moment as their lips broke contact and she looked at him, panting hard. She had no idea what he meant by that since what he was doing right now was more than perfect. But then it clicked the moment he started going harder. Her hips collided into and she felt the pleasure ten fold, more than ten fold really, and it was like she could explode or burst from the pleasure. Harper screamed, her hands gripping the pillow so tightly, she just might be able to rip it.
 
As Hawthorne pounded her vigorously and mercilessly, he felt himself come very close to his release. He tensed himself inside of her to hold off for as long as he could, but he knew that it wouldn't be long now. He only hoped that he would make her go first. He obviously didn't want to disappoint her. Varying the angle of his thrust in the hopes that he would hit her spot, he moaned and grunted as he drove himself roughly into her, hoping that the final stretch would be able to put her over the edge.

If this thing with Sly could be resolved quickly and cleanly, he hoped that the life he would have with Harper after this would be just as great.
 
Harper could feel it. It would be inevitable for it to not happen. But then it happened. How could it not with how he was taking her? She was unable to stay quiet, she could feel the pleasure go from head to toe. Her toes curled and she cried out as her orgasm called to her, coursing through her like wildfire. She screamed his name, as if imploring him for his own release. She didn't want to forget this. She didn't want to not know the feeling of her orgasm with his in tow. She never wanted to forget him.
 
Kissing her lips passionately he panted urgently as he felt himself come close. After she reached her climax he felt his cock begin to tense as he felt himself come very close.

"Uhhh....oh Harper..." he groaned in pleasure as he pounded her a couple of more times. His eyes widened in surprise as he felt himself there and he quickly pulled out of her and released himself all over the place. His core muscles tightened as his hot load erupted all over her. Still feeling high after his orgasm he rocked back a bit and panted as the last bit of it left him. Looking down he chuckled a bit as he slowly caught his breath

"Wow...that was the best ever. I'm sorry about cumming on you...it couldn't hold in anymore" he said, caressing her cheek gently
 
She felt the warmth of his seed splatter over her. Thankfully, the highest it went was over was just her chest. She panted deeply and looked up at him as he was squeezing out the last bit of his cum and she licked her lips, giggling a little bit. She sat up slowly, propping herself up on her shaky elbows and leaned her face up to him, up to his lips. "I like it. That means I can just rub it in." She kissed his chin.
"i don't want to take a shower. I'd rather just rub your cum in all over my body like the finest lotion and that way I can still smell like you. Because then when you're not there, it'll be like you are there." She looked up into his eyes, deeply.

"How does that sound?"
 
He chuckled a bit and kissed her lips. He did it all on accident of course, but he was relieved that she was such a sport about it. He loved how she could be so sweet, and yet at a drop of a hat she could be wild and kinky.

"Mmmm...sounds very hot. I love how kinky you could be at times" he said to her

He got up as soon as he caught his breath. Getting his jeans and pulling on his shirt, he handed her a towel and threw her clothes over to her

"We probably should get going" he said to her
 
There was quite a lot that could be left unspoken for someone like her. She didn't out right and say it. Didn't mean it didn't have the possibility being somewhat of an ounce true. Yes, Harper Collins was a closet kink and freak. She prided herself in it. When the results weren't so disastrous.

She giggled and kissed him softly. "Stick with me and you can learn a lot more than that." She said softly.
Taking the towel, she wiped herself off of his cum and then took her clothes, rolling off the bed. She let out a small groan, she was so sore and would be likely incredibly sore tomorrow.

Once dressed, she tied her hair up and smiled at him. "Probably. Because if we don't, we'll never make it to my mom's." She giggled.
 
He smiled and kissed her lips gently, tugging at her ponytail playfully.

"Fair enough, let's get going" he said, holding her hand and going downstairs. Once they were out of the motel they got into the car. Despite her insistence that she would drive, he insisted to drive her. Once that was resolved they pulled out of the parking lot and headed to her mother's house.

"So...when all this is done and I get a clean job...would you like to live together?" he asked as they were driving down the highway
 
Harper giggled and she bit his lower lip when he tugged her ponytail. Now that's what she was talking about. After all, she most certainly wasn't some delicate little flower.

Holding his hands as they walked downstairs, it was a bit of a small dispute as to who would drive. But finally she gave in and let him drive. Seated in the front passenger seat, her hand moved over his leg, rubbing it gently, affectionately and certainly not trying anything mischievous. No, as much as she'd like to, she probably wouldn't survive. But that didn't mean he should ever stop. He gave her the best, the affection, the closeness. It was amazing.

His question stunned her, caught her off guard but she couldn't stop smiling. She didn't even know why. A major thing would have to make her stop smiling for a really long time. She couldn't even imagine what that'd be since he made her smile so much. Regardless of everything, he made her smile so much.

"I'd love that." She said softly. "Y-You know I'm not trying to change you, right?" She asked, looking at him. "Because you could still have this job. You could do whatever it is that you do and I'd still want to be with you. Nothing would change that."
 
He enjoyed the feeling of her hand on his thigh. He figured that she wouldn't try anything funny since he was driving...but you never know. Smiling with incredible happiness, he looked forward to finishing this rotten business with Sly, saying goodbye to the mob, and starting over with her.

"Well...I really want to get out. This business is getting to be too dangerous. I'd rather get out of it before someone gets hurt" he said

After a few hours he pulled up to her mother's driveway. For some reason he had a feeling that something was off. Call it a bad premonition

"Something is not right. Stay in the car" he said, getting out cautiously and inching his way to the door. He had a gun on him should things get ugly...but he hoped that this gut feeling was only misplaced paranoia.
 
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