《A Bully's Regret》Chapter 15
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Her plump lips parted in surprise. Even though he had said that he loved her back then, to hear those words in present tense gave her an overwhelming sense of elation.
"Harrison," she whispered, a dreamy smile appearing on her lovely face.
"I don't expect you to say it back. I know my feelings are not as new as yours, especially since you spent a good chunk of your life hating me. But I've wasted enough time keeping my feelings to myself, I can't go a day longer without you knowing how I feel about you. I love you and I want to be with you. You're it for me, baby."
"Oh, Harry," she whispered. She tiptoed up and brushed her lips against his. "You know how they say that hate is akin to love."
A flash of pleasure crossed his face as he soaked in her words.
"You mean..?"
"I always had a thing for you when we were kids. I thought you were cute, kind, sweet-"
He rolled his eyes, "Babe, no guys wants to be called "cute and sweet.""
"Well, it's better than being called an asshole, bully and manwhore," she sassily replied.
"Debatable," he teased.
She slapped his chest playfully before rubbing the same spot soothingly. "Well, you were so special to me."
Harrison sombered and shook his head, regret written on his features. She knew that he was mentally kicking himself for fucking up so badly in the past.
She continued to rub his chest as she spoke. "I didn't let myself think about you that way during those dark years, but once we started to become friends again I knew that I was falling for you. That's why it hurt so bad when I thought that you were playing me. Because for those few weeks I saw glimpses of the boy I knew mixed in with the man that you were growing into. And I was falling for him. When I thought it was all a game, obviously I thought that your personality during that time was a fraud, too. Getting to know you for these last few weeks, the man you've become, the goals you've achieved and oh, my God, doing this reunion for me?" she shook her head in wonder.
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"How can I not start falling for you all over again?" she traced his lips with her fingers. "And now to know that you weren't faking it with me all those years ago? This has all just been a dream. A good dream that I don't want to wake up from."
She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.
"So, yes. I do love you, Harrison. How could I not?"
And with that, Harrison lifted her up in his arms. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his narrow hips, mouths fusing together in passion.
He walked her to the small table at the back of the room and set her down, his mouth never leaving hers.
She grabbed his shirt and tugged it up, groaning in displeasure when she realised that she had to stop kissing him in order for his shirt to go.
He chuckled as he pulled his shirt over his head. "So impatient, baby."
"Then strip faster," she demanded.
"Yes, ma'am."
She squealed as he lifted her shirt up and over her head, throwing it over his shoulder. His gaze fell heavily on her lace covered breasts, eyes flaring in lust.
"Love these titties," he groaned as he felt the heavy weight in his palms. She moaned, closing her eyes as his thumb massaged her nipples. Her panties were growing damper by the minute. She needed to feel him inside her.
She reached behind and unhooked her bra. Harrison's eyes flashed as he bent down, intent on taking one of her pink peaks between his teeth. But she stopped his progress.
"Foreplay later, need you now," she panted.
She grabbed the front of his pants, unbuttoning them quickly. Luckily he stopped her before she yanked his zipper down.
"As much as I'm loving this desperation, baby, I think I should take my pants off. My dick is no good if you yank it down with my zipper."
She giggled before leaning back and going at her own button and zip. She was wearing shorts so Grace quickly shucked them down her legs and kicked them off. She sat there, topless and wearing a red g-string.
"God damn," Harrison groaned, eyes glued on the damp spot between her thighs. He quickly pushed his jeans down, taking his underwear with him. Her eyes immediately went to his long hard length, standing tall and proud against his ripped stomach.
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"God damn, indeed," she murmured as she leaned forward and sucked his left ball into her mouth.
Harrison's breath hitched as he groaned in pleasure.
"Yes, baby," he encouraged. His hand went to her head as she licked over to his right ball sack and performed the same loving strokes with her tongue. She mouthed it, pulling the nut into her mouth and sucking gently.
Harrison threw his head back, gathering her hair in his hands and tugging.
"Lick my cock, baby." he demanded. "Suck it like the good girl you are."
She hummed as she licked the length of his big dick. She swirled the big mushroom head before enclosing it into her wet mouth. She sucked the tip for a few seconds before moving her head further down his length, taking him to the back of her throat.
His hips started thrusting rhythmically, grunting in ecstasy.
She gagged, spit drooling down her chin, eyes watering. But she couldn't stop for the life of her. She continued to bob her head up and down, palming his balls in her hand.
She knew he was close but before he could come down her throat he pulled her off.
"Fuck," he moaned. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.. That was so hard to stop but I need to come inside you."
She nodded emphatically. She wanted that, too.
He reached forward, kissing her with all the pent up passion she felt. She moaned into his mouth as she eagerly tangled her tongue with his.
He broke away and leaned his forehead against hers, breathing heavily.
"I don't have a condom," he said.
She made a dismissive sound. Like she cared about that?
She pushed him back, sank down to her knees and lay on the floor, pulling her panties down and throwing them up at him, smirking.
"I'm on the Pill. And I know you're clean. So am I."
"Fuck, yeah," he said as he sank to his knees and came over her. He went to move down her body but she stopped him.
"No time for that, I need you now," she demanded.
He grabbed her left thigh and pulled it up around his hip as he entered her in one swift thrust.
They both groaned before stopping to place wet kisses on each other's lips, face and neck.
She reached down to grasp when taut buttock before slapping it.
He laughed before thrusting hard and fast into her. She threw her head back and groaned, moving her thigh higher up his hip.
"More, more," she babbled. "Harder,"
He dug his knee into the hard ground, which no doubt was hurting him just like it was hurting her back.
But they were beyond caring.
All she cared about was reaching that pinnacle of pleasure that only Harrison could give her.
Faster and faster he moved, grunting with pleasure and concentration.
"I'm, I'm.." she gave a small scream before covering her mouth with her hand, belatedly remembering where they were. Her eyes rolled back as her orgasm overtook her.
Harrison groaned loudly, moaning her name as he spilt his seed inside her. His length pulsing hotly as he jerked into her.
She breathed heavily, massaging his ass cheeks encouraging his release further.
Her back hurt. Her pussy throbbed. She was soaking wet all down her thighs, sweat ruining her makeup.
And she had never felt more happy.
A moment later, Harrison groaned as he pulled out of her, panting as he dropped a hot kiss onto her damp forehead. "Love you, baby." He murmured.
"Love you, too." she pulled his face down to her again for another passionate kiss, euphoria seeping through her body at the contact.
He rolled onto his back, pulling her with him until her head rested against his shoulder. The air was cooling the sweat on their skin and in a moment she knew that they would have to leave their little sanctuary where she was pretty sure the small group of helpers outside heard exactly what was going on in here. But as she threw her leg across Harrison's body and felt him reach down to tap her ass, she couldn't bring herself to care.
"I'm not Carrie," she sighed happily. "I'm Sam."
"What?"
She giggled, not realising that she had spoken out loud.
"Nothing," she said as she pulled his mouth down to hers.
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