Not gonna lie y'all, I have been TIRED lately. My work drive to create something has been pretty damn low because of that and it's been hard to want to sit down and put words on the page. However, I did get a burst of inspiration not too long back and I was able to come up with this scrap, which is a little bit down the way in the timeline from where we last left off with Steven and Harper. It's pretty smutty overall but there's a lot of fun in the banter and I think overall you would enjoy it.
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For thirteen years I had woken up at six in the morning, Monday through Friday, without fail. This was followed by the three hit combo of a shower, a shave and a microwaved breakfast sandwich before I was off to the proverbial ball and chain that was my job.
Now that I didn't have an office to run off to anymore, things were different. I was a free agent that could do whatever I wanted with my days. I could stay up, sleep in and do nothing at all. It was my choice to make for the first time since my college years.
Of course, my body hadn't been informed of any of this because it kept on ticking to the same clock it had been tuned to for the last thirteen years. Every morning at six on the dot I would wake up as if I had somewhere to go to. This was followed by a new three hit combo which consisted of me looking over at the clock with a sigh to confirm the time, before looking over at Harper–who was usually still sleeping soundly beside me–and then finally throwing myself back into the pillows with a groan.
On the lucky days I would manage to fall back to sleep after this, but those days were few and far between. More often than not I found myself staring at the ceiling for hours on end, contemplating what I could possibly do with my life at this point. After I had sacrificed so much of my time and energy to the firm, what did I really have left to give in the way of a career?
Thankfully, these sour thoughts usually died out when Harper woke up. As shitty as I felt about myself and my current lack of direction in life, seeing her sleepy morning smile gave me the strength to put on a happy face and carry on with my day. This became my new normal in the morning and, as a creature of habit, it gave me something to rely on–for better or worse.
So, when I woke up at six and performed my three hit combo, only to find that the second element–Harper–was missing, it threw my entire morning off kilter.
I sat up in alarm and felt her side of the bed, which was completely absent of warmth, before looking around the room frantically. It didn't look like there was anything out of place and there definitely wasn't any kind of struggle but it still didn't make any sense.
Harper refuses to get out of bed any earlier than ten. That's just a fact. I thought to myself as I tore the covers back and kicked myself out of bed. So where the hell could she be...
As I padded out of my room, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, I immediately caught the attention of light seeping out of the spare room down the hall. It wasn't a space that I often used for much of anything except a space for my friends or–more likely–my sister to sleep in when they stayed over. However, since Harper had started her entrepreneurial journey she had been utilizing the space quite a bit.
Generally I left Harper and her work alone unless I was specifically invited to hold a camera, but I couldn't help the curiosity I felt at this strange situation. It was too early, and this was too out of character of my girlfriend for me to not be curious.
I put the tips of my fingers on the door and slowly pushed it open in my best attempt to be stealthy, before I peeked in through the crack I had created. There wasn't anything too alarming going on at first glance. Just Harper sitting in an office chair with her laptop sitting on the desk in front of her. On closer inspection, however, I saw the skimpy lingerie she wore and the devious look in her eyes as she murmured words to the computer.
She's working this early?
Unable to help myself, I pushed the door open even further and stepped inside. I wasn't sure if I was truly good at being sneaky or if Harper was simply too preoccupied with whatever the hell she was doing, but my presence went completely unnoticed as I entered the room.
Wonder what has her so damn absorbed...?
I took a step to the side to see what was displayed on Harper's screen but it was only a reflection of her. That and a sidebar that was quickly filling up with comments. The print was too small to read at this distance though.
With a shrug, I gave into my undying curiosity and stepped closer to the back of Harper's chair so I could read what her admirers were saying. I had barely gotten close enough to be seen in the background of the frame when Harper spoke up suddenly, nearly making me jump out of my skin in fright.
"Who?"
Her adorable face scrunched up in confusion as she scanned the comment bar before she let out a loud laugh and turned in her chair to look up at me with a grin.
"Oh, you mean this guy?" Harper said before grabbing my wrist and tugging me closer to her and the laptop, which pulled everything from my chest down into frame with her. "This is my sexy boyfriend and occasional cameraman, Steven." She winked at me before motioning to the PC with her head. "Say hi, babe."
"Uh...hi," I said in a low, sleepy gruff voice.
Harper released my arm so she could run her hand up my abdomen to my chest where she caressed the sensitive spot in between my pecs with teasing fingers. "You can stay and watch me stream if you promise to be good," she purred with a challenging look in her eye. A look that suggested that she wanted me to be anything but good.
Seeing that glint in Harper's eyes always got my cock stirring, but the fact that she chose to pull this tactic in front of an audience made it even more appealing. I could feel myself getting harder by the second as I matched her stare wordlessly. Eventually, Harper couldn't seem to help herself and she looked away from my eyes and down to the tent forming in my underwear.
"Oh," she said in a breathy voice that turned me on even more. "Good morning."
"Or," I said in a growl, completely ignoring her attempt at levity. "You could come back to bed with me and have a little fun."
Harper bit her lip and flicked her eyes back up to mine for a lingering moment before looking back at her laptop monitor. She took a second to peruse the new comments that had been popping up during our exchange–I couldn't care less what some faceless strangers had to say anymore in my current lust induced state–before a throaty chuckle left her.
"They wanna watch us have fun," Harper said before meeting me with a look that was much more challenging than it had been before.
Despite having talked about playing around with exhibitionism in the past, I never actually thought the opportunity would arise. Of course being with Harper had given me more than a few opportunities to show off my kinky side and experiment, so I really should have known that this would happen eventually.
Could be fun. Thrilling even. As long as my identity doesn't get out and fuck up any future work opportunities I might have...
"Only if they don't see my face," I muttered after a moment's pause.
"Fair enough," Harper said with a shrug of her shoulders before she jumped out of her chair and went to retrieve something from a duffel bag next to the bed.
When Harper came bounding back to me and her fans she held an overly bedazzled green and black half mask in her hands.
"Where in the hell did you get that?" I asked with a speculative nod at the mask.
"Mardi Gras," Harper said before shoving the mask at me. "And it's all I got so I take it or leave it, stud."
With a sigh I took the mask from Harper's hands and brought it up to my face before snapping the elastic band around my head to keep it secure.
"Now that shy guy here is satisfied," Harper said with a roll of her eyes before she looked back at the monitor with a big, giddy smile. "You guys wanna have some fucking fun?"
Unsurprisingly, the brief glance I gave the comment tab told me that Harper's viewers were quite enthusiastic about the concept.
I couldn't really wrap my mind around being one of those guys that would be super jazzed to see a couple of strangers fuck–hell, I didn't even watch a lot of porn–but I also wasn't one to judge. Watching may not have been my thing but with how hard my dick was, I definitely liked the idea of helping Harper put on a show for some voyeuristic perverts.
"Mm," Harper hummed as she turned in her chair and ran both of her hands back up my torso. "He's really got the best body, don't you think?"
Curiosity more than vanity had me looking back at the comment tab briefly. It was already spilling with words like 'hunk', 'sexy' and 'fine' along with plenty of proclamations that I was sure to have a big dick. All of that was enough to have me blushing and looking away again, thankful that Harper's viewers couldn't see any part of my face right now.
"Well you'll have to wait a little longer to find out about that," Harper said with a wink to her audience before she let one hand slide down my abdomen to cup the noticeable bulge in my boxer briefs. "But I promise you won't be disappointed."
She's really getting a kick out of this. I mused with a breathy sigh at the pleasant sensation of Harper's hand softly groping me through the fabric of my underwear. Who would have known she liked showing me off as much as herself.
Harper, completely ignorant of my internal musings, continued with her show by giving my cock one final squeeze before she placed both hands together on my chest once more. She ran her nails over my skin in that tantalizing way that I loved before pulling on my chest hair with playful tugs that had me growling in my throat. Harper giggled at the responses she pulled from me before she pinched both of my nipples simultaneously.
There was an immediate weakness in my knees as a shock of pleasure drove straight through my gut and down to my cock. Harper had shown me many times over how easily she could control me by playing with my overly sensitive nipples but even I was surprised at the intense reaction she was able to pull out of me so suddenly.
"Fuck," I grunted under my breath.
"Steven loves having his tits played with," Harper breathed for the sake of her viewers before she laid kisses across my chest and looked up at me with a familiar evil glint in her eyes. "Don't you, babe?"
It wasn't the terminology that I would have used for my own anatomy but that didn't take away from the accuracy of Harper's statement. Tits, chest, pecs, whatever. All that really mattered was that I liked it when she touched me there.
"Mm-hm," I hummed in my throat as I lifted a hand to Harper's head before slowly guiding her over to one of my hard nipples.
Harper giggled and muttered, "See what I mean?" before she enveloped my nipple in her warm, soft lips.
Another low groan left me when Harper began to suckle on my nipple while her fingers pinched and rolled the other bud so it wouldn't feel left out. I arched my back and reveled in the sensation of Harper attacking my tits–her words–while I felt my cock harden and grow until the confines of my boxer briefs started to feel too tight.
All of this was, of course, accompanied by the seemingly endless comments softly pinging in the background. A fresh bout of curiosity had me looking to the sidebar to see what the perverts–the term I was beginning to playfully associate with Harper's viewers–had to say about the action.
Most of the comments I skimmed were on the same page, agreeing that this was hot and how Harper and I should keep going, but there were a few impatient souls who really wanted things to escalate. They weren't as oblivious as Harper was to the way my cock was desperately pressing against the front of my underwear and they wanted to see more. And by the way these folks were wording things, I'd say they were pretty damn desperate to get what they wanted.
Never thought a bunch of perverts on the internet could make me feel so damn attractive. Guess I see why Harper likes this so much now.
"Some of the audience thinks you're moving a little slow, lover," I muttered with a nod to the laptop. "Care to comment?"
Harper raised her head from my chest before whipping it toward the laptop with narrowed eyes. I watched her graze the comment section for a few moments before she rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to me.
"So impatient," Harper murmured between sloppy kisses across my chest. "Never heard of foreplay before?"
"Apparently not," I said as I tightened my fingers in Harper's hair and gently started to push her downward.
Harper's eyes flicked up to mine while her body slowly lowered until she was on her knees in front of me. There was exasperation in those blue gray hues at first, which then turned into challenge before finally fading into hungry obedience.
"Just gotta give 'em what they want sometimes, huh?" Harper asked in a low whisper while her fingers ran along the waistband of my boxer briefs.
"Forget them," I told her in a throaty husk. "This is what I want."
Harper's eyelids dropped lower over her lusty eyes while she licked her lips. "Yes, Daddy," she said and slipped her fingers into the waistband of my underwear before dragging them downward.
Seeing all of Harper's stubborn fight dissolve into soft obedience never failed to make me feel strong and sexy. Even if it was just for a single moment, it made me feel like the daddy dom that she wanted–and needed–me to be.
The fact that dozens, if not hundreds, of people watched me melt Harper into the puddle she was now only made it more appealing. I knew how Harper liked to paint herself for her audience but she still felt safe enough with me to give in, which made me and my raging boner feel pretty goddamn powerful.
And on the note of my boner, I could practically feel the eyes of the strangers watching as Harper finally pulled my underwear far enough down for my cock to finally spring free from its prison. She bit her lip and made a needy sound in her throat as she released my boxer briefs from her grasp so she could slip one hand under my shaft and cup my balls with the other.
"Isn't this cock fucking beautiful?" Harper purred before she leaned down and kissed the head of my dick. "Big, thick, juicy daddy cock. Mm." She laid two more kisses to my head and a teasing lick to my slit before she sighed and said, "So perfect."
"Not as perfect as you look with that cock in your mouth," I remarked with a throaty laugh as I brushed the back of my hand down Harper's soft cheek.
Harper wiggled in her spot as she looked up at me with eyes that were desperate to please. "Do you want me to show everyone how deep I take it?"
"Mm. I would love that, princess," I growled and tucked Harper's hair behind her ear so the perverts watching could see every second of my sexy girl opening her pretty lips and accepting my cock into her mouth.
Harper was never a slouch when she gave blowjobs. She had an entire art form that she had both created and mastered–and it was a tactic that she implemented on me quite often.
The way she immediately attacked my cock for her viewers was different somehow. It had all the finesse and technique that made my toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head like I had come to expect from Harper, and yet this blowjob was different. It was as if she was trying to be extra porny for the added eyes by using both of her hands to pump my shaft while she sucked me deep into her mouth with loud hums of approval.
I wasn't really adverse to this side of Harper, it was pretty hot to see her trying to devour my cock so ravenously, but I was well aware that this wasn't an everyday kind of thing. Eventually being so over the top would get boring, or worse, exhausting. For the moment though–and for the perverts, of course–I could enjoy the illusion that I had a porn star girlfriend.
"Fuck I love your mouth," I husked as I fisted my hand into Harper's hair, easing her a little further down on my shaft with each bob of her head.
Harper flicked her eyes up to mine just as a smile tugged her lips up around my dick. She liked it when I played along, I was well aware of that, but I could see that she was very pleased that I was choosing to play along with this particular game.
If she really wants me to go into full on daddy mode for her audience I will. No point in pulling back when we're this far in. Might as well just flip the switch completely.
"Open up, baby girl," I growled before pulling Harper's bottom lip down with my thumb, forcing her maw to widen so I could jerk my hips forward and drive my cock completely inside of her mouth. "Suck that dick all the way down your throat."
As soon as Harper's mouth was stuffed to the brim with cock–complete with my balls resting on her chin and my pubic hair tickling her nose–her eyes rolled to the back of her head and a guttural moan rumbled in her chest.
I knew how much she loved being stuffed in any hole and I also knew how much she loved being used. What I was just starting to learn–at least close up–was how much of a exhibitionist she was. And apparently when you mixed all of those elements together an unholy trifecta was concocted that turned Harper into an absolute whore.
Harper pulled herself off of me with a gasp after countless seconds locked on my dick, the warm breath from her nose huffing against my belly. Drool pooled and trickled from either side of her open mouth while a single line dripped from her panting tongue as she turned her hungry eyes up at me.
"Fuck my face, daddy," Harper breathed and lifted her hands to grab the back of my thighs desperately. "Use me. Make my throat your cock sleeve."
Jesus fuck...
A drip of precum oozed out of my head in time to those thoughts while I locked eyes with Harper. Her blue gray hues were dark and stirred up with a mixture of lust and excitement that only served to harden my cock until it felt like iron was jutting out from between my thighs.
My slack fingers tightened once more in Harper's mahogany locks at the same time that I took a step to the side, widening my stance in preparation. Well, if that's what she wants. I mused to myself as I slammed Harper's mouth back on to my rock hard cock with a rough thrust of my hips.
Harper moaned and scratched at the back of my thighs while she opened her mouth as wide as it would go so I could shove my cock into her as hard and long as I wanted to–just like she had so kindly requested me to do.
This wasn't anything new for us. At least once a week Harper liked me to punish all of her holes as hard and thoroughly as I could. It was just one of the things she needed out of me sexually and I was usually happy to oblige.
This, however, was another one of those little tweaks in her usual act that wasn't for my benefit. It was for the audience. The perverts. The faceless watchers jacking their cocks and rubbing their clits at the sight of Harper being used and fucked like the whore she wanted them to see her as.
Guess I better give them the show they're all paying to see.
At that thought I lifted my free hand to dig into Harper's hair with the other so I could completely control her head before I began pumping my hips into her face. She could do nothing more than make sloppy sucking sounds as she attempted to get ahold of my cock while I fucked it in and out of her mouth at breakneck speed. All of this was, of course, supported by my running commentary, which was approved by Harper in the form of loud, lustful moans and hums.
"You're a good little cock sucker aren't you, princess? Mm-hm. Yes, you are. Okay, all the way to the back. Good girl, now hold it. Breath through your nose."
After a muttered ten count I released my tight grip on Harper's hair for one second so she could suck in a big breath before I was pulling her back down on my dick once more.
"Such a good little cock whore," I grunted before releasing one hand from Harper's hair so I could stroke her cheek with a loving caress. "You sure love being on your knees and sucking daddy's cock for everyone to see, huh? Does that turn you on, baby girl?"
Harper nodded enthusiastically and made an approving sound around my cock.
"Yeah? You like showing off for strangers?" I let out a chuckle before answering my own rhetorical question. "Of course you do. You're my horny little slut."
Another moan of approval escaped Harper, as well as a cute whole body wiggle of excitement at the particular name that I choose to use. She wasn't too big on degradation but she loved being acknowledged as a whore, a slut and a hole to be used. To Harper those weren't the least bit degrading, they were simply obvious truths about herself.
I pulled my cock out of Harper's mouth to a whine of disapproval from her. A look and a single finger held up stopped that train right in its tracks and got her waiting patiently, however. I had to give Harper one thing, as impatient as she was, if I wanted her to wait she would wait.
"Show me how turned on your clitty is, baby girl," I said in an encouraging rumble. "Let everyone see how much you really liked being used as my fucktoy."
A soft whimper escaped Harper as she shifted in her spot, playing the part of the embarrassed virgin.
Yeah. Some virgin. I scoffed to myself.
"Harper," I said in a low warning tone before pointing between her legs. "I told you to do something."
Slowly Harper let her thighs open to reveal her stiff little clitty poking out of the top of her lacy white panties. With a questioning look up at me her hand crept down to touch herself over the thin fabric. Before she could even touch the tip, however, I was shaking my head and giving her my next instruction.
"Take them off," I demanded with a point to her panties while my free hand stroked my cock in an attempt to keep the edge that Harper had already inched me toward.
"Yes, sir," Harper said before jumping to her feet a little too eagerly for the virgin-esque character she had been trying to portray.
I'm sure that none of the many comments softly pinging from Harper's laptop were about her break in character. Not with the way that she was slipping her thumbs into the string waistband of her skimpy panties and pulling them down with a tantalizing rock of her hips. She shifted her body just slightly when the bit of fabric slipped over her clitty, revealing it to me and the rest of her audience.
A new influx of chimes rang out behind me once Harper was naked from the waist down and this time my curiosity was so overwhelmed by the sound that I couldn't help but look over and read what the perverts had to say.
"Fuck she's hot"
"Be sexy to see her clit flop around while she rides his dick"
"Turn around and show us that hole now"
"Lucky fucking bastard"
"Wanna suck her in my mouth and drink up every drop of cum"
I was overwhelmed at the way these faceless strangers objectified Harper–and I by association–but oddly enough it was a huge turn on as well.
It's like I don't have to think of anything at all. They tell us what they want and we just have to act it out. Like fast food but for porn.
"Daddy?" Harper said, pulling me out of my amused, and somewhat confused, thoughts.
"Mm?" I hummed and raised my brows as I turned my eyes back to Harper's.
Harper shifted her hips from side to side, making her stiff clitty swing back and forth, before she pouted and asked, "See?"
"I do see," I rumbled as I pushed the laptop's screen back so that the watchers could see us better. "You're so desperate aren't you?"
"Uh-huh," Harper whimpered and put her hands on my chest before scooting closer to me.
A smirk rose to my lips at Harper's sudden nearness while my hand slipped between our bodies. She gasped when she felt my thumb brush against her swollen member but that soft sound was nothing compared to the full blown moan that escaped her when I wrapped my hand around her clitty and tugged it forward so that I could scoop my cock into my hand and squeeze both our sex together.
"You like feeling my big cock against you, baby girl?" I said in a gravely husk as my hand began to pull and squeeze the two of us.
"Yes!" Harper said without any hesitation. She even went so far as to jerk her hips up against my hand while panting, "I wanna cum for you so bad, daddy."
"You do, huh?" I said in a calm, musing voice. "Well I think you're forgetting something that's supposed to come before that."
Harper looked up at me with wide, curious, completely oblivious eyes and asked, "What?"
A predatory grin split my lips as I released Harper from my grip and lifted a hand to her head before abruptly pushing her to the floor. Obediently she dropped to her knees without ever turning her gaze away from mine–just like the good girl I had trained her to be.
"Me," I growled and fisted my hand around the shaft of my throbbing cock before offering it back up to Harper's lips.
Without even taking a second to think, Harper accepted me into her mouth and began to bob up and down on my dick as if her life depended on it.
Jesus christ. If she keeps that up I'm gonna bust a nut in no time. I thought as my toes curled into the carpet in bliss. Fuck. Maybe I have her too well trained.
Harper pulled herself off my dick just enough to moan, "I love your cock, daddy," making her lips vibrate against the head of my dick in an electric way that had me groaning and shoving my cock back into her mouth on instinct.
"I bet you do," I grunted and grabbed her head so I could pump my hips forward and pound the back of her throat with my cock. "God damn you've got a good mouth, baby girl."
An absolutely pornographic moan dripped from Harper's lips as she turned her lusty eyes up to mine. My gut fluttered and my balls tightened in response to the visual stimulation that Harper provided alongside her talented lips and tongue working my shaft.
"I think this cute little cocksucker is about to get exactly what she's been waiting for," I said through gritted teeth before looking directly into the laptop's camera. "What do you think? Should I cum down her throat or do you want me to paint her pretty face with it?"
It didn't take long for the influx of responses to flood in from the perverts. There was an even split on either side of my question–with perhaps a slight edge to the favor of finishing up in Harper's mouth–but to my surprise a third option had popped up within the comment board that I hadn't proposed. And it was quickly becoming the favored choice.
Cum in her pussy? Of fucking course I'm gonna cum in her pussy. What is this? Amateur hour?
"If you really think I only have one load in me you got another thing coming," I said to the audience with an amused bark of laughter before a moan ripped through me as I felt my orgasm nearing its brink thanks to Harper's tenacious mouth.
I could hear Harper humming and moaning and panting around my cock as her tongue desperately lapped at the underside. I wasn't able to see any of this, however, since my eyes were shut tight and I was concentrated solely on the churning in my balls that signified my imminent explosion.
"Fuck," I growled and pulled my hips back until just the head of my cock was in Harper's mouth.
Harper moaned in surrender and went weak all over the moment my hot ropes of cum started to shoot into her mouth. Sometimes it was hard to tell if she was relieved that I had finally cum–which meant that she could finally put the act up for a second–or if she liked it so much that it was actual bliss for her to taste me. Logically I believed in the former more but sometimes I wondered if the latter was the real truth.
"Good girl," I cooed once my jerking hips had finally ceased and I was able to pull my cock free from Harper's greedy maw.
Harper hummed and wiggled in delight in response to my words of praise but she said nothing.
I cocked a curious brow up but it didn't take me long to deduce why Harper was feeling nonverbal. Her mouth was still full of my seed.
"Mm," I hummed and ran a loving hand down Harper's soft, mahogany hair before motioning toward the laptop with my free hand. "Let all the perverts out there see what you have, princess."
Harper's eyes opened with a devious gleam before she parted her lips and stuck her tongue out to show off the pool of cum that was sitting there. A grin tugged at my lips at the smug way she showed off my deposit, as if she felt special that she was the chosen one to carry my load.
Maybe I'm just a little full of myself. I mused as I lifted a thumb to spread around the thick, sticky substance on Harper's tongue. She moaned and stuck her tongue out further so that I could easily play with and manipulate it. Or maybe not...
"Okay, baby," I murmured as I slipped my thumb from Harper's mouth. "Time to swallow."
Harper sucked her tongue in with a pout and a petulant whimper but after a moment–and a pointed look from me–she was quick to swallow before showing off her clean tongue to prove that she had done as I had instructed.
"That's my good girl," I muttered and eased Harper to her feet with one hand while my other brushed her soft mane with loving pets. "So obedient. Doing everything she's told to do." I hummed deep in my chest and pulled Harper close enough to feel her stiff clitty against my thigh. "Sounds like you need a reward for listening so well."
"Please, daddy?" Harper panted and ground her clit against my still erect cock.
My grin widened at the sight of my lover's desperation. Harper was always so proud and stubborn that it was a turn on to see all of her ego and defenses stripped away. Seeing her that way always triggered something in my baser instincts that made me want to grab her and fuck her until she howled for me to stop.
Instead of answering Harper's small, whimpered question, I ravaged her mouth with a fierce and passionate kiss. My tongue plunged into her mouth, without stopping to ask for permission, before greedily licking up every trace of cum that was left on her tongue.
As per usual, Harper moaned and went weak at the knees with the way I attacked her with my kiss. That was alright though, because it made it that much easier to scoop her up in my arms like the princess she was so I could really kiss her for the camera.
Harper's lips and tongue were so addictive I found myself getting swept up in a kiss that was little less than obscene. I would have been happy to live in the moment of that kiss until my dick was hard enough to fuck again but Harper seemed to have other plans. She put a hand against my chest and pushed with just the slightest bit of force before she pulled back from me with apologetic eyes.
"I'm sure they're ready to see more," Harper murmured with a dismissive toss of her hand back to the laptop.
"Are they now?" I asked in an amused drawl. "Impatient for us to put on a show, hm?"
"Probably," Harper said as she laid sloppy kisses down my neck before biting me with a devious little chuckle under her breath.
And there's Harper's bratty side. I thought with a muted sigh of exhaustion. Guess I oughta shut that down before it becomes a problem.
"Alright then. I can put on a show," I said, mostly to myself, while I shifted Harper's body around in my arms until one hand was supporting her back and the other was underneath her ass.
"What are you doing, daddy?" Harper asked, slurring her words in delirious, hopeful lust as she watched my mouth get closer and closer to her clitty through half lidded eyes.
I grinned at the state I had put her in after such a short session of edging before I licked my lips and whispered warm words against her stiff and aching member, "I'm giving everyone what they want."
With that final sentence out of my mouth, I had enough space to take every bit of Harper's erect and pulsing clitty between my lips.
I loved when I got to feel her inside of my mouth. Loved the way her velvet soft skin felt against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks. I loved the floral scent of her that filled my nostrils and the way that she twitched and leaked for me when I sucked her. Devouring Harper was easily one of the best parts of fucking her.
"Fuck, daddy," Harper breathed while her hands mindlessly scratched and pulled at my hair. "God, your tongue feels so nice when you do that. Yeah. just like that. Just like that, keep going, daddy... Will you shut the fuck up and be patient? Just let me enjoy my man eating my pussy for five fucking seconds!"
I lifted my face in surprise and confusion at this sudden outburst from Harper after hearing nothing but her desperate, breathy voice for the last minute. It didn't take me long to deduce what was going on when I saw Harper flipping the laptop off while new comments popped up in quick succession like digital fireworks. Before I got the chance to read what any of the perverts had to say, however, Harper was pushing my head back down between her legs with a needy whimper.
Whatever. Fuck them and their shitty opinions. My baby needs to have her clitty sucked.
"Yes," Harper hissed in victory once my mouth was all the way around her again. "You see this?" she asked in a demanding husk before one hand went to my chest and stroked along my pecs. "This is what a real man looks like."
A little grin split my lips as I nibbled on the very tip of her member in that gentle way she liked. Oh so we're going back to showing me off, huh? I engulfed her whole clit in my mouth and sucked hard enough to get a little squeal out of Harper. I don't think so, baby girl. Daddy's running this show.
I could see that Harper was opening her mouth to say something as I lifted my mouth off of her but before she could go anywhere with her words I took a half step to the side and shoved her face down onto the office chair. She scrambled to get some kind of footing on the slippery leather before relaxing into my grip once my hands went to her ass. She gripped the top of the chair with both hands while her head and shoulders slumped forward with a sigh of surrender.
She knows her place. Even if she gets uppity every now and again, she always knows her place. I slid a hand under her lower belly and lifted it up so her ass would stick out further for me while my other hand roamed over her smooth, soft cheeks. Wherever daddy puts her.
"Mm," I hummed to myself before dropping to my knees and pulling Harper's cheeks apart with both hands so I could bury my face between them and inhale her scent. "Fuck," I panted once I was high off the smell of her.
I looked over my shoulder to see a new stream to the never ending board of comments. I didn't have time to care about what they had to say though. Instead I had some questions of my own for them to contemplate.
"Doesn't she have the cutest ass?" I grabbed one cheek roughly with a growl in my throat. "So squeezable." My other hand smacked Harper's opposite cheek hard enough to leave a pink handprint behind. "So spankable." Finally, with a deep rumbled hum, my thumb dipped between Harper's ass cheeks to play with her cute pink rosebud. "And she's got such a fuckable pussy too."
I licked my lips and felt my cock twitch and harden in anticipation as I stared at Harper's waiting hole, which was already winking hungrily for me. "She really is the total package, wouldn't you say?"
There was no need to look behind me to know that the machine gun fire of pings from the laptop would be words of agreement about Harper's sexiness. And even if they weren't, it didn't matter. I knew how hot my girlfriend was, I didn't need strangers on the internet to confirm it for me.
"Yeah," I muttered to myself as I leaned in closer to Harper's hole and drew in her scent with another deep lungful of air. "You're so perfect, baby girl."
Harper whimpered and wiggled her hips in response to my words of praise, as if silently asking if she could be touched.
Of course you can, my love. I mused as I let my tongue slip between my lips before lapping up between Harper's cheeks with one languid lick. You can always rely on me to touch you, princess.
With that thought, I grabbed both of Harper's plush cheeks in my hands and dove my tongue deep into her hole. Harper let out a loud, surprised gasp at my tongue's initial entry but as soon as my warm, wriggling appendage was buried inside of her, she was mewling in pleasure and pushing her ass back against my face.
"You like it when I eat you out, baby girl?" I rasped against her skin between wet, sloppy kisses on her cheeks while my hand snaked between her legs so I could jerk on her clitty.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck yes," Harper babbled while reaching back to push my face between her cheeks again.
A stubborn part of me–Harper would surely call it my daddy side–wanted to resist the way that she was trying to control me but the service side of me, the one that thrived on making Harper feel good, simply forced my tongue back inside of her while my hand increased the speed of its strokes along her clitty.
That's it baby. I thought to myself as I felt Harper pulse and tighten in my hand. I had already teased her and used her without ever allowing her to touch herself. I'm sure at this point she was about ready to burst at any given moment.
"So good," Harper practically sobbed into the chair as she jerked her body helplessly between my probing tongue and my stroking hand. "Everything feels so good, daddy."
I wanted to comfort Harper and let her know that I would take care of her and make sure she felt as good as her body would allow but I couldn't do any of those things without removing my thrusting tongue from Harper's warm, slick hole. Since I had no intention of doing that I decided to reassure her by doubling my efforts to make her cum.
My hand ceased its quick, jerking movements tland instead concentrated solely on the tip of Harper's clit. I squeezed it upward and ran my thumb around the sensitive hole while I buried my tongue as deep as I could force it to go inside of her.
"Can I cum?" Harper whimpered in a desperate, pleading voice. "I'm so close, daddy. Can I please cum? Pretty please?"
It would be so easy to give in to my sadistic side and pull back right when I knew Harper was about to explode but because I was feeling so generous today I decided to play nice and give her what she deserved with no hidden repercussions.
I retracted my tongue just long enough to growl, "Yes," before I was digging my tongue so far inside Harper that I was sure I would pull a muscle.
That single word had no sooner left my mouth before Harper was digging her fingers into my hair and letting out a deep, guttural moan. There you go, princess. I thought to myself as I placed my hand over the tip of her clitty just as the spurts of cum began squirting out of her.
"Good girl," I husked before taking one of Harper's plush ass cheeks between my teeth and delivering a sharp bite.
Harper cried out in pain while her hips continued to jerk until she finally collapsed into the chair with a muted whimper.
Look at her. So cute. So exhausted.
That predator's smile tugged my lips up unconsciously as I collected the last of Harper's cum in my palm before I pulled my hand out from between her thighs once more.
If she thinks that she's all done though she has another thing coming. I brought my cum soaked hand to my mouth and licked a dribble from the tip of my index finger with a rumbled hum in my chest. We're still a long way from done.
"You must have needed that with how much you came," I said in a low, thoughtful voice as I examined the slick and translucent deposit of Harper's orgasm covering my hand.
Harper managed to lift her head up enough to look over her shoulder at me with a weak smile. "I really did. Thank you, daddy."
"You're very welcome, baby girl," I said before leaning over Harper's back so I could kiss her forehead. "However," I mused as I pulled back from her, "now I have to find a use for all this cum."
Harper arched a single brow while a smile stubbornly tugged at her sleepy lips. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and curiosity.
"Oh, I can think of a few things," I murmured as I slipped my hand between Harper's cheeks and slathered the majority of her cum around her slick hole.
"Fuck," Harper said under her breath, her lust drunk eyes watching my every move.
I pushed my thumb into her easily with the combination of her cum and my spit acting as lube. So easily in fact that Harper was pushing back on my digit, coaxing it further inside of her until she was fucking it with hungry bucks of her hips.
Good to see she's still got some energy in her. She's gonna need it.
I slipped my thumb from Harper's hole to a whiny protest from the greedy girl but she was quickly silenced when I stuffed my first two fingers and thumb in her mouth.
"Looks like there's still a little cum left over but you can clean that up for me, right?" I asked even as I started fucking her mouth with my fingers.
Harper's eyes rolled back with a moan before she opened her mouth wider and accepted my thrusting fingers into her maw.
"Good girl," I muttered as I wedged my dick between Harper's ass cheeks to feel the warmth of her skin that engulfed me.
Harper whimpered and pushed her hips back against me, forcing my cock to slip and slide against the sloppy mess covering her hole. "Daddy," Harper managed to whine around the rough thrusts of my fingers.
I began to pump my cock through Harper's cheeks in time with her desperate, jerking hips, taunting her with the promise of my cock and the pleasure it could bring without ever letting it actually slip into her slick, waiting hole.
"You want this big, fat daddy dick, princess?" I husked as I pinched Harper's tongue between my first two fingers before slipping my thumb under her chin.
Harper stared up at me with big, obedient eyes while I made her head nod yes to my question. I knew that she wanted it and I planned to make her beg for it but the way she let me use her body in any way I wanted was an amusing turn on and I loved to take advantage of it whenever I could.
"That's what I thought," I growled and pulled my hand from Harper's mouth before gripping the base of my shaft. "But you know the rules. You have to ask nicely first."
Harper blinked twice before the spark of realization flashed in her eyes. "Um...oh!"
Despite her cum hazed, lust drunk state of mind, Harper quickly jumped into the character that I demanded of her. The obedient girl who begs for the dick that feeds her. Daddy's good little cock slut.
"Can I have your cock in my pussy, daddy? Pretty please?" Harper turned her big blue gray eyes on me and batted her lashes in an attempt to play coy and innocent.
Her audience might have been won over by this lackluster attempt at begging but I was not. This was nowhere near the standard I expected from my girl. It wasn't even on the level of the fantasy porn star girlfriend that I had been playing with. It was, in fact, lazy and boring.
Mm-mm. That just won't do.
My free hand, the one that wasn't holding onto my cock, shot out and wrapped around Harper's throat before she could even attempt to try and sell me any more of her bullshit.
"I may have told you to ask nicely but you knew what I really wanted. I wanted you to beg," I growled while my hand tightened on Harper's windpipe just enough to pull a small gasp from her. "Beg your daddy to fuck you like the slut you are. Do it in front of all your little pervert watchers so they can see how much you need this cock."
Just like the realization that I had seen passing across Harper's gaze earlier, I watched as it took over again and rearranged her expression over the course of about three heartbeats. That's all it took for her to understand what I truly wanted from her. Not what the audience wanted to see but what I was telling her to do.
"Please fuck me daddy," Harper breathed in reverence. "Use me. Treat me like a cheap whore. Fuck my pussy until it's all messed up for anyone but you and your big dick. Make me your cock slut, daddy." Harper pouted out her plump pink lower lip before throwing the cherry on top with a soft, whimpered, "Please."
"There we go," I cooed with one final squeeze to her throat before I let her neck go and turned my focus down to the slippery mess between Harper's cheeks that was coating my dick. "That's my well behaved girl."
It was so entertaining to watch Harper whimper and whine and grind against me in that desperate, needy way she had perfected so well that even I couldn't always tell if it was authentic or just an act. So entertaining in fact that I was tempted to just let her keep it up until she was able to finally push me inside of her.
Despite how fun and amusing it was to taunt and tease Harper I was in no mood to wait any longer though, so I simply bucked my hips forward and drove half my hard length into her waiting pussy.
"Mm," I rumbled deep in my chest. "Your mouth feels good baby, but this pussy is fucking amazing."
"You like my pussy, daddy?" Harper panted and pushed back against my cock, which was buried deep in her ass.
I let out a chuckle while both of my hands slid down the sexy lingerie covering Harper's back before I grabbed her hips roughly and yanked her backward, completely sheathing her around my cock.
"Your pussy? No. This is my pussy. Mine to fuck and use whenever I please," I growled and dug my fingers into her hips before circling my cock inside of her–stirring her up and stretching her out so she would be ready for the inevitable pounding.
Harper dropped her head back to the chair and mewled, "Fuck."
"Say it," I demanded as I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so her profile was visible to her pervert viewers. "Tell me who you belong to?"
"Daddy!" Harper exclaimed in a high gasp. "I belong to daddy!"
"Damn right you do," I husked.
My hand loosened in her hair before snaking back down to its place on her hips with a firm grip. Not a moment after I had secured my hold on Harper, my own hips began to roll into hers with deep, powerful thrusts. I wanted to make sure she felt my hard iron drilling into the deepest parts of her. Parts that no one else had ever gone before. And I wanted everyone on the other side of that monitor to see it happen.
"C'mere," I said and yanked Harper all the way back on my dick so that her ass was flush against my stomach.
Having been with Harper as long as I had, I had grown accustomed to picking her up and moving her as I pleased. In fact, being treated like a ragdoll was one of Harper's absolute favorite things. So, it was really no problem to hold her hips tight to me and pick her up off the chair before spinning around and sitting down in the vacated spot without ever slipping out of her.
"I want you to tell them now," I husked next to Harper's ear with a motion of my chin toward the laptop monitor that we were reflected in. "Let all of them know how much of a desperate whore you are for this dick."
Immediately Harper began to bounce up and down on me, riding me with everything she had without a single moment of hesitation–all while she kept up a constant babble of appreciation for me and my cock.
"Fuck I need it," Harper said in a breathy moan while she worked my dick in and out of her like the expert sex goddess she was. "I have to feel your cock in me every day, daddy."
"I know you do," I grunted and pumped my hips up into hers with rough thrusts that had our bodies slapping together loudly. "But I told you to tell them, not me."
"Fuck. Fuck. Okay," Harper panted as she tried to make her eyes focus on the laptop in front of us. "I think you've already seen what I'm willing to do for this cock."
An amused giggle escaped from Harper, as if she thought her little comment was so damn funny. I wasn't planning to let her sidetrack things now that I was buried balls deep in her pussy with the intent to bust another load in her body, however.
"Harper," I growled and started to jackhammer my cock back into her so hard that I could see her eyes crossing momentarily on the laptop's screen.
"I would do anything," Harper said automatically. "I would let you do anything to me as long as I could feel you inside me like this."
"Anything, hm?" I hummed into the shell of her ear before taking the lobe between my teeth and delivering a little nip.
"Uh-huh," Harper whimpered, her voice sounding as helpless as her body–which had gone limp in my firm grip. "You can show me off and use me like a toy and open up all my holes however you want. Just please don't stop fucking me, daddy. Please."
"Why would I stop? I want to cum again and you're my favorite hole to do it in," I said before uttering a low, dark chuckle. "That's all you really are, isn't it? Just a tight little hole to dump my cum in."
"F-Fuck..." Harper moaned and pushed herself back against my chest before throwing her arms back over my shoulders in utter surrender. "I'm just a hole. I'm just a hole to be used and fucked and cummed in."
"Yes you are, sweetheart," I said in a low, soft voice before laying a gentle kiss against the sensitive skin of Harper's neck. "You're daddy's perfect little cum dump."
Harper looked up at me with those big blue gray eyes of hers and sighed, "Use me as your cum dump, daddy."
The pings that were emitting from the laptop started to fire off so quickly that it was getting difficult to keep my focus. It was easily the most excited the crowd had been throughout the whole show and it wasn't hard to understand why. We were really pulling out all the stops and going full force in this final act.
"I think your audience like seeing you get fucked like this," I said in a rough breath against the skin of her neck.
There was definitely a peak in my curiosity as to how the perverts were responding but I was much too focused on keeping my hard-on, well, hard to really care enough to look.
I can't, but Harper can.
"Why don't you read me some of the stuff your perverted fans are saying?" I huffed as I forced myself to slow down from the breakneck thrusts to something slower and more steady.
"Fuck..." Harper breathed as she struggled to find her focus long enough to do what I asked.
I could imagine it was hard to find any kind of concentration with nine inches of hard cock ramming inside of you but that wasn't my problem to worry about, it was Harper's.
"Um, okay. She really likes it hard and deep. Yes, I do. Guy really knows how to fuck that pussy up. Mm-hm. He does. Look at her cute clitty flop around. Aw, thank you. I am cute."
I rolled my eyes and pumped my cock up into Harper with hard and punctuated thrusts.
"Fuck! Okay, okay! Um, shit, let's see... I wanna see how much that fat cock is stretching her little hole out."
"They wanna see, huh?" I asked no one in particular before I slipped my hands from Harper's hips to grip underneath her thighs. In one smooth motion, I lifted Harper off my cock and held her up, ass out, for the people on the other side of the monitor to take in.
In the reflection that the laptop's screen so conventialy created, I could see Harper's pussy opened wide and winking in anticipation, as if it couldn't wait to have my cock driven all the way inside again. Right next to this arousing sight–which had my cock pulsing in time with Harper's needy hole–there was a fresh line of comments. Most of them only consisted of a single word, such as fuck or hot or damn, but there was one line of text that I found particularly inspiring. It simply read, "Now put your dick back in and fuck that hole loose."
"Don't mind if I do," I muttered, mostly to myself, as I lowered Harper back down on my erection in one smooth motion.
As soon as I felt my balls touch her skin, a familiar switch flipped inside of me. Whether it was my daddy side, my sadistic side or just the basic animal instinct we all have hiding in us, it was a far cry to the soft, sweet, sensual part of me that was usually around to cover Harper in love and kisses.
This guy wasn't interested in any of that soft, sappy bullshit. He craved one thing and one thing alone and that was the urge to cum inside of a hot, wet hole. And he had no problem fucking it hard and rough, pushing it into position and using it however he wanted until he got that nut off.
I growled and sunk my teeth into the soft, inviting skin of Harper's shoulder just as my hips began to jackhammer up into her and my hands forced her down onto my cock hard. Harper was trapped in the space between my thrusting cock and the way I kept her in place with my iron grip. She was helpless to do much more than scratch at my back and writhe around while an endless string of moans and howls strangled her vocal chords until she was hoarse.
"I wanna cum again. Wanna cum so bad, daddy," Harper slurred through whatever hazy, lust drunk headspace she was currently sitting in.
"Then cum. There's nothing stopping you," I grunted as I laid wet sloppy kisses across the back of her neck before biting her other shoulder.
Harper whimpered and circled her hips–to the best of her ability around my strong hands–before she whined, "I don't think I can."
A dark chuckle bubbled up from my throat as I released Harper's sweet smelling skin from my mouth. "Is that all?" I asked her in a taunting voice before I let one side of her hips go so I could stroke her clitty.
Harper let out a high pitched gasp at the moment of my touch before her previous string of uninterrupted moans resumed while she struggled between my thrusting my cock and my stroking hand with helpless jerks of her hips.
"Still think you can't cum, baby girl?" I husked.
Harper looked at me with lust darkened eyes and an open, panting mouth before she shook her head and said, "Daddy always makes me cum."
I chuckled and squeezed her clitty in my big hand before I resumed my fast stroking. "I do, don't I?"
"Mm, magic," Harper hummed in a dreamy voice before she threw her head back against my shoulder with a low sob in her throat. "Close."
"Shh," I shushed her in a low, soothing voice before I kissed up her neck and whispered in her ear, "Just close your eyes and feel me, baby. Let daddy take care of you."
I could feel the tension roll off of Harper the moment she did as I told her to and closed her eyes. Maybe that helped her get out of the act and connect with her body or maybe it just allowed her to feel me better, whatever it was it had always been the trick when Harper hit these mental blocks.
Just like always, that did the trick. Between my stroking, pulling hand on her clitty, the seemingly endless stamina in my pumping cock–a feat that even surprised me some days–and Harper's own newfound calm, she was finally able to let go. I caught most of what came out of Harper but there was one rather impressive shot that flew just past my hand and landed right at the top of the laptop's screen.
Hope that doesn't make it short out. At least not before we can wrap this show up. And speaking of that... I looked down at the place where I was still tunneling inside of Harper like I was a rookie drilling for oil with a glare. Will you please fucking cum already?
"Daddy," Harper breathed as she worked her hips back against me and fumbled to grab my hand, which was still absently stroking her. "Daddy, it's your turn."
"Mm," I hummed noncommittally.
Harper pulled my hand back to her hip, which I grabbed with about the same amount of thought that I had answered her with. I was trying so fucking hard to find my own center, which seemed to be not only evading me but tanunting me at this point.
"Fuck me, daddy," Harper said with an encouraging squeeze to my hand before she bent forward in the chair until I could only see the lacy lingerie covering her back and her upturned ass–where my stubborn boner was lodged. "Use me like your cum dump."
All she really looks like right now. Just a hole to be used and fucked. I mused and felt my cock twitch in agreement.
My grip on Harper's hips tightened as I sat up so I could get just the right leverage to start fucking her as if she weren't my girlfriend or the love of my life. I was going to give Harper–and the audience, by extension–what they really seemed to want this morning. A lust starved man at the very edge, willing to use any hole he can to make his dick squirt.
"Such a nice, tight wet fucking hole. Feels so good wrapped around my dick," I grunted as I fucked Harper with short, sharp, puncuated thrusts.
Usually this would be when Harper would throw her own banter back or moan in response but she stayed uncharacteristically quiet. There were just breathy little huffs and tiny moans that I could tell were coming through tight, pressed lips. As if she were trying to stay quiet in order to put on the act of just being that hole for me to use. I wasn't sure if I was really into it but I didn't have a lot of time to analyze the kink when I started to feel my balls tighten.
"Fuck yes," I growled and threw my head back until thick chords stuck out in my neck when I finally felt the sweet release that I had been waiting on for the better part of an hour.
Harper waited until I had bucked into her one last time, signaling my cum had finally subsided, before she pulled herself back upright into my lap once more. She wore a silly smile when her face met mine and, as exhausted as I was, I couldn't help but let a dopey one of my own touch my lips. A moment later it was Harper's lips touching mine and kissing me like she needed the air from my lungs to breathe.
When she finally pulled back from me, my head was spinning and I was feeling dizzy. Between the hungry way she kissed me, the explosive cum that just shot out of my dick and her warm, tight hole still gripping said dick in a stranglehold, I was just about ready to pass out from overstimulation.
"Hope all you fucking perverts had fun," Harper said with a giggle and a blown kiss toward the laptop before slammed the top shut and fell back against my chest with a sigh.
"Tired?" I asked her.
"Fuck," Harper groaned and turned to look at me with big, pathetic eyes. "I'm exhausted."
"How do you think I feel? This is how I woke up," I said with a throaty chuckle.
Harper smiled deviously before she hopped off of my lap–and my cock– before turning around to face me and plopping back down. "This can't be the worst way to start the day though."
"No," I said and shook my head. "A little taxing perhaps, but nowhere near the worst way to wake up."
"As long as I could give you a good morning, lover," Harper giggled and met my lips with a tender kiss that was leagues away from the raw, rough and downright dirty energy we had been rolling in just a few minutes ago.
I enjoyed the simple sweetness of Harper's mouth against mine until she parted her lips and allowed me to swipe my tongue inside. The sweet taste that was all Harper suddenly combined with the saltiness of our combined juices, still lingering on her tongue, to create a heady mixture that had me moaning and pulling her impossibly closer to me.
"Sometimes I feel like I could just kiss you forever," I breathed against her lips while I nuzzled my nose against hers gently.
"Don't you think you would get bored eventually?" Harper asked before taking my bottom lip between her teeth and delivering a gentle little nip to it.
I growled and mashed my lips against hers for a kiss that was a little less tender than the last few had been. "I never said it would be just kissing involved, you minx."
"As long as that's the case," Harper said with another one of those mischievous little giggles bubbling past her delicious lips. "Maybe we can even film something like that again. I have a feeling my subscribers really enjoyed your contribution and would love to see more of you."
"Oh yeah?" I said, doing my best to sound cool even though an embarrassed flush was starting to warm its way up my neck.
Now that I was out of space the concept of doing what I had just done in front of a group of strangers didn't seem as easy or appealing as it had in the moment. Not that I didn't enjoy the experience, of course, but thinking of jumping back into it so suddenly was giving me a sudden bout of stage fright.
"Mm-hm," Harper hummed and circled her arms around my neck before shimming close enough to press our bellies together.
"Um, speaking of that," I started before clearing my throat to erase the nervous bubble that was starting to rise there. "How many people do you think were watching that stream? Couple dozen or so?"
Harper barked out a laugh and rolled her eyes before repeating my words in a scoff, "Couple dozen. Give me a break."
I wasn't sure if I had shot high or low by this reaction and the not knowing was starting to stir the anxiety around in my belly uncomfortably.
"This was supposed to be my celebration stream for reaching three thousand subscribers, so I'm assuming a big majority of my followers were watching." Harper shrugged nonchalantly. "Over a thousand easily."
I stared at Harper in disbelief as my brain tried to process this information. "A...A thousand people?" My voice was going a little high in panic but I could barely notice the change. "A thousand people saw my dick?"
"Or more," Harper replied calmly. "And besides, they didn't see your dick. They Stupid Mask Guy's dick."
Harper flicked the side of the gaudy mask that I had completely forgotten was strapped to my face before grabbing the thing and ripping it completely off my face.
"God that's so much better," she sighed and ran both of her hands over my morning stubbled cheeks. "This is the face I want to see when I'm getting railed like a whore."
"Yeah, well, if you want me to keep making little movies with you then you're stuck with Stupid Mask Guy," I told her with a loud, rueful kiss to her forehead. "The ones you want to share at least."
"So what you're saying is, you'll make dirty movies with me as long as no one else sees them?" Harper said in a slow, inquiring voice.
"I think what I'm saying is that it's too early for you to put me in places where I can be trapped by my own words," I said with a stern look shot at Harper. This stare only got my chaotic little gremlin girlfriend laughing though.
"Yeah," Harper sighed wistfully. "It's way too easy to get you before your first cup of coffee."
"Speaking of which," I mused with soft kisses along Harper's jawline. "Maybe I can get that cup of coffee now that I've dicked you down properly."
"I'm sure we can work that out but first I need to clean up so I'm not dripping your cum all over the damn house," Harper said with a dismissive look over her shoulder at her plump ass, which was keeping my limp dick warm between her cheeks.
"I thought you liked walking around with a load in you," I asked with an inquisitive eyebrow cocked.
"Only when I know I'm going somewhere right after. I feel like letting it leak out while there's a bunch of people around. Like I know I'm a whore but they don't necessarily, you know?" Harper said.
"Not sure if I can relate to the feeling but I'll say that I'm tracking if it gets me closer to a hot pot of coffee," I said with an apologetic smile and a shrug.
Harper rolled her eyes. "God, you're such an old man sometimes," she muttered and swung off my lap for the second time in the last ten minutes. "Come on, old man. Let's get you some caffeine before you die."
"Shower after that?" I asked before heaving myself out of the office chair with a big groan.
"There damn well better be one after everything I just did," Harper remarked with a flip of her thick, wavy mahogany hair over one shoulder. "This actress needs a long hot shower and a rub down from those magic fingers of yours."
"Hey," I growled and grabbed her around the waist before she could start walking toward the door. "I was also an actor in that performance, you know. I think I deserve a little special treatment too."
"I'm making you a pot of coffee, what more do you want?" Harper giggled while she pretended to try and wriggle out of my grasp.
"I also want a massage," I growled next to her ear before nipping the lobe playfully.
"What? Massaging your cock wasn't enough?" Harper asked with a smirk shot over her shoulder at me.
"Nowhere near," I told her with a shake of my head.
Harper drew in a big breath that she let out as a sigh. "Fine," she said in surrender. "We can take turns but I get to go first. Deal?"
I nodded once. "Deal."
With an ease that told me she only let me hold onto her as long as she wanted, Harper slipped out of my grasp and flung the door open before walking out into the hall. As she left I could hear her grumbling, "More demanding than all the talent I've worked with put together."
I laughed under my breath and shook my head. What a fucking diva. I thought to myself with a roll of my eyes as I followed after Harper and toward the promise of hot coffee. But God how I love her.
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