Chapter 9

Itake a swallow of my beer and lean back on the couch, watching the hockey game on TV. I checked in with the department doctors today, and they still wouldn't clear me, saying I needed another week or so for my ribs to heal.

It's absolute bullshit. I just want to get back to fucking work. What's made this period of inactivity even worse is that I can't stop thinking about Harlow. I can't get what happened between us out of my mind and feel a hard tug of longing. Of wanting. Of desire.

We haven't been in contact since that day, and I'm thinking we won't be. Something is holding her back, and I'm not going to force the issue if she's not ready or, for whatever reason, can't let herself make that turn with me. Trying to distract myself, I scroll through my phone, trying to decide between pizza and Thai food when there's a knock at the door. I'm not expecting anybody, so I'm a little annoyed, but I get to my feet. I open the door and pause.

"Harlow," I say.

"Hey," she replies.

Her hair is in braids, and her blue eyes are sparkling with a mysterious light as she looks at me. She's wearing a long, dark coat cinched tight around her waist even though it's not very cold out. There's a strange look on her face that I can't interpret.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah. Fine," she says quickly. "I'm good."

She's the last person I expected to find on my doorstep. Especially since we haven't had any contact since the supply closet at the hospital. We stand there staring at each other for a long, awkward moment. I'm trying to figure out what she's doing here, and Harlow looks like she's trying to figure out the same thing.

"So, what's up?" I finally ask.

"Umm… can I come in?"

"Oh yeah, of course."

I step aside and let her through the door. As she passes, I catch a hint of her perfume. It's subtle but has a sensual aroma. Closing the door behind her, I follow Harlow into the living room. She turns around, a shy smile on her face.

"So, have you been cleared for duty yet?" she asks.

"Not yet," I grumble. "They say they're being cautious."

"That's probably smart. Broken ribs are tricky, and if you don't let them heal properly, it can linger. You don't want to get put back on the disabled list, do you?"

A wry smile curls my lips. "Is that your professional medical opinion?"

"It is."

"I'll take it under advisement," I reply. "So, is that why you're here? Not that I mind seeing you again, but are you here to make sure I'm not doing something that puts me back on the DL?"

"Actually, no. It's not."

"Then…"

She licks her lips, and I see a tremor pass through her as she drops her bag. Harlow clenches her jaw, and I watch as she reaches down to the belt cinched around her waist. Her long, nimble fingers quickly untie it, and when her coat falls open, my jaw hits the floor. Harlow gracefully shrugs out of her coat, letting it fall to the floor in a heap at her feet.

"My God," I say.

Harlow stands there wearing nothing but a white bra, panties, thigh-high stockings, a garter belt, and black heels. My gaze travels up and down her body, and I feel my cock starting to stiffen. I drink in her smooth, creamy skin and take in her generous, womanly curves. My mouth grows dry, and I lick my lips.

"What is this?" I ask.

"You said to be continued," she purrs. "I thought this seemed like a good time to continue."

"I think it's a fantastic time."

Harlow steps forward, and I slide my hands around her waist, pulling her to me. My fingers slide across her smooth, supple skin as I drink in the sight of her. She's absolutely perfect. She's even more beautiful than any fantasy of her I've conjured up. Her eyes widen and her full lips part as a look of uncertainty crosses her face.

"What is it?" she asks. "Are you … is this … okay?"

"It's more than okay."

Leaning down, I find her mouth and kiss her passionately. The tension in her muscles eases as she melts into me. Our kiss is slow and sensual, but as I relish the faint taste of peaches on her breath and the silky feel of her tongue, the fires burning low in my belly suddenly explode. My desire for Harlow is overwhelming. The heat in my body engulfs and consumes me as quickly and completely as a three-alarm fire. My cock is thick and hard, straining against my jeans almost painfully, begging for release.

Our tongues swirling around one another, I push Harlow back against the couch, and she drops to a sitting position. She looks up at me with those wide, light blue eyes. Her cheeks are flushed, and she bites her bottom lip with a slight flash of fear on her face. I get the feeling she's not the most experienced when it comes to sex and that somehow turns me on even more. It makes me want her even more. Harlow is such a delicate and innocent little thing, and the desire to claim and mark her for my own is overpowering.

With trembling hands, she reaches up and slides her hand along the front of my jeans, caressing the length of my cock. The feel of her hand on me draws a slow groan and sends bursts of electricity crackling across my skin. She grips my rod, stroking me through my jeans, and when I look down at her, a slow, sly smile stretches across her full, red lips. Harlow quickly unbuckles my belt and unzips my jeans. She pulls them down slightly then tugs down my boxers, freeing my hard cock.

She wraps her long, thin fingers around my shaft, never taking her eyes off mine, and when she starts to pump me in her fist, I swear to God, I almost come right then and there. I manage to hold back and watch with rapt attention as she swirls her tongue around the head, teasing that sensitive spot just under the tip. I close my eyes and moan softly, my entire body feeling like a live wire.

As Harlow takes me into her mouth, a shudder runs through me. She never takes her eyes off mine as she uses her hand and mouth, sucking and stroking me. Watching Harlow, so sweet and innocent, looking up at me as she sucks me off so wantonly and with such raw hunger in her eyes turns me on more than I ever have been before. She pulls me out of her mouth but grips it in her fist, continuing to slide her hand up and down its length.

"Do you like that, Daddy?" she whispers.

I have no idea where it's coming from, nor had I ever really thought much about the whole "daddy" roleplay thing, but hearing her call me Daddy while looking at me with that sultry and lascivious yet entirely innocent face gets my cock even harder somehow, and I know I have to be inside of her. I can't deny myself the pleasure of her warm depths any longer.

"More than you know, baby girl," I whisper.

Reaching down, I pull Harlow to her feet and kiss her hard. I turn and sit down on the couch and pull her down on top of me. She raises herself and slides her panties to the side then grabs my dick and settles down again, nestling the tip between her slick, soft folds. She slides back and forth, lightly brushing her clit, teasing herself—and me—with the tip of my cock.

"Is this what you want, Daddy?"

My desire for her is so intense, I can't even seem to form an intelligible word. Instead, a low, gruff growl passes my lips as I grab hold of Harlow's hips and force her down onto my rigid pole. Her eyes widen and she gasps as she sinks onto me. A hit of pain flashes across her face, but it melts away just as quickly as she settles down.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

It seems as if Harlow's short for words this time as she just nods. Holding onto her hips, I start guiding her up and down on my cock. She rises and falls, her face etched with ecstasy as she rides me. Harlow leans forward and pulls her full, round tits out of her bra and forces one into my mouth. I lick and suck on her stiff nipple, drawing another gasp from her as I give it a firm nip with my teeth. Sliding my hands around, I squeeze her soft, round ass and give it a nice hard slap that makes her yelp and let out a seductive smile.

"Harder, Daddy," she moans.

Our bodies rock and writhe to a sensuous rhythm. The passion overtakes us, and Harlow bounces up and down on my lap, slicked with her juices, hard and fast. I slap her ass again, the sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh ringing in my ears. Harlow throws her head back and cries out.

"Yes, Daddy. Harder!"

I slap her ass again, hard enough to leave a red handprint on her milky-white skin, and she quivers, her body tightening up around me. She grabs my hand and slides a finger into her mouth, sucking hard on it while she rides me, her movements fast and fluid. My skin tingles as she runs her tongue up and down my finger, licking and sucking on it. Just the sight of her with my finger in her mouth as she slides up and down on my cock fills me with heat and passion that's been far too uncommon in my life.

I thrust my hips upward, piercing her hot, wet core, and sheath myself fully inside of her. Harlow gasps and seems to freeze in place. Her big doe eyes are wide open, and though my finger has slipped from her mouth, she's still grasping my hand, squeezing it tight. A low, stuttering gasp drifts from her mouth, and a moment later, she begins trembling. Her voice grows louder and her shaking becomes almost violent as she thrashes on top of me.

"I'm coming, Daddy," she stammers.

My cock still buried deep in her, squeezing and throbbing around me, Harlow comes, an expression of surprise upon her face. After several long beats, her orgasm seems to subside, and she falls forward, bracing herself with her hands on the sofa and looking into my eyes.

"Holy fuck," she gasps breathlessly. "I've never come that hard before."

The corner of my mouth quirks upward in a grin. Watching her come is an absolute turn-on for me, and my cock is throbbing. Grabbing her around the waist, she squeals as I spin her off me and bend her over the arm of the couch. Harlow squirms as I slap her smooth, pale ass. Reaching up, I grab her braids, pull her head back, and sink my cock back into her, burying myself to the hilt inside of her.

"Oh God, yes, Daddy," she says, her voice quivering as hard as her body.

She's such an incredibly tight fit around my cock that if she wasn't dripping wet, it might be painful. But her sex is well-lubed, making it easy to slide into her. Still gripping her braids, I pull harder and pound myself into her. Harlow's moans blend with mine, filling my ears with an erotic chorus that only gets me hotter. My cock is throbbing as it slides along her slick inner walls, and she pushes back, taking me deeper into her sweet little pussy.

I've never felt so out of control with lust and desire before, but as I drive myself into Harlow again and again, I find it easier and easier to lose myself in her. The sharp crack-crack-crack of our bodies slapping together blends with our breathy moans, and I feel my balls growing tighter than they've ever been and know I'm on the brink. I try to slow myself down, not wanting the moment to end, but Harlow looks back at me over her shoulder with a sly grin curling her lips.

"Come for me, Daddy," she says softly. "Fill me up. I want to feel you dripping out of me."

Harlow has a sweetness and innocence about her that captivated me from the start. But hearing her talk so dirty and so wantonly only heightens my desire for her. You'll never know from looking at her that she has such a dirty side. And that she balances the sweet with the filthy is so powerfully sexy to me.

"Come for me, Daddy. Come in me. Please. I want it."

Her pussy tightens around me again as I thrust forward, and I feel myself topple over the edge. Throwing my head back, a long, loud groan shakes the air around us as I explode, shooting my seed, thick and warm, deep into her. Harlow's eyes grow wide, and she begins quaking as another orgasm tears through her as well. Sheathed deep within her, my pulse pounds hard in my ears, and we ride the currents of ecstasy as we come together.

When our orgasms ebb and I soften and slip out of her, I collapse onto the couch and pull Harlow down next to me. She lays her head down on my chest, clinging to me tightly, and she shudders as my fingertips dance lightly across her back. We lie together in silence for several long moments as we catch our breath and gather our wits about us again. A smile stretches my lips and I place a soft kiss on the crown of her head.

"I was not expecting this," I say. "You are just full of surprises."

"More than you know."

"I look forward to finding out."

She turns her head and looks up at me, beaming, and those breathtaking eyes sparkling, seeming to see straight through me.

"Me too," she says.