Silence Reveals Hidden Answers’ by Michael Anderson novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Harvey Prescott.

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With her skirt off, my eyes devour the sight of Jennifer’s perfect, bubbly ass barely covered by her panties. My fingers dig into her hips as I bend her over the table. I yank her panties down and off.

Jennifer is pale as snow, so when my hand comes down in a spank, she gasps and my palm leaves a beautiful, pink blooms across her skin.

I squeeze, and she gasps.

When I push inside her. I have to throw my head back, bite my lip until I taste copper just to hold on. My swollen head grazes up the heated, reddened path between those two plump, trembling mounds.

“Ah!” We gasp in unison. It’s her remembering my brutal stretch. It’s me remembering how perfectly tight and clenching she was around me. Around the leaking head of my cock, her pussy is so warm. So tight. My cock….thick and huge pushes deep until it reaches home.

Jen slams against the tabletop for balance.

She opens her legs wider in an invitation. I give her another inch and she gasps again until it looks like her back is ready to break. My teeth grind together.

After steadying my breath and my heart, which is hammering against my ribs….I plant my other hand on her left hip. Now I’ve got her with both hands. Now I start to fuck her. This is where the sweat starts.

With my eyes shut, I bring my palm down against her ass, watching her bounce on my length each time I slam into her. The slap of skin on skin is filthy. The heat of her is a velvet fist, squeezing me, milking my cock with every stroke.

Argh!” I seethe, thrusting my full length in and out.

“Ahhh, shit!” I roar again.

Every fucking vein in my head is white–hot!

Her moans are soft, breathy little things, lost in her erratic breathing, while I’m loud, animalistic, completely undone by how goddamn decadent she feels. So soft, so tight, sucking on me like her honey pot was made just for my tiger’s tail.

“Oh my… Harv!” Jennifer cries out as her body bucks. Everything on the table rattles and scatters under the force. I force my eyes open, just slits, to watch her…the beautiful, trembling ruin of her.

I lower my body over hers, crushing her gently against the table, and sink my teeth into the skin of her neck without breaking my rhythm. My hand slides up from her belly to cup her breast. She grabs my wrist and holds it there, pressing my hand into her soft flesh as she cries.

“Harvey, you’re…” Jen grits out but her voice is lost in the rhythmic sound of my hips hitting her from behind. I watch her knuckles turn pale pink where they grip the edge of the desk.

My finger finds her soaked centre. I rub filthy circles there.

“Harvey…Harvey…please…ah!”

She finishes her statement with a moan and starts to move her waist in a rhythm that scratches my brain. As I pound into her, the force of it makes her ass jump, and when she pushes back on purpose, meeting me stroke for stroke, it fucking ruins.

1. me.

I start wheezing.

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“Ahhhh, shit. Ahhh, shit, Jen!”

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I shut my eyes tight. I jerk, fucking her until my hot release forces out around where we’re joined, some of it coating her lower back and ass. I stay there until the very last last essence of me.

Jennifer comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, hands damp, hair slightly out of place like she’s been fighting her reflection in there. She doesn’t look at me right away. She’s awkward in a way that’s almost sweet.

Granted, she’s never been bent over a desk and taken like that before.

I stub my cigarette out slowly, watching her pretend to be calm.

“So.” I lean back against the desk. “You came all the way here to fuck me? Don’t lie.” I tease.

Her head snaps up. She swallows hard, like she wasn’t ready for that.

“You’re the one who-”

“Oh, don’t rewrite history. You kissed me first. Then those innocent little hands of yours slid down my chest like they knew exactly where they were going.” I tilt my head, smirking. “I just finished what you started. I assume I did a decent job.”

She glares at me, cheeks heating. “Decent?” she scoffs. “I thought you said you don’t… react. That you don’t make sounds. That you are all quiet and controlled when you’re with a woman. So why were you basically worshipping me?”

I cough once, caught. Not because my throat itches because she just used my own words against me. Jennifer laughs, soft and victorious, and walks past me like she didn’t just knock the wind out of my confidence.

“You were good.” she says over her shoulder. “Very excellent, actually.

click my tongue. “Careful. That’s dangerous talk.”

She turns back. “What is?”

“Admitting you enjoyed being bent over by your best friend? I didn’t take you for the naughty one, Jen.” I poke at her, just for the fun of watching her react.

She frowns.

I crook a finger. “Come here, mami.”

Her face flushes instantly but she steps closer anyway.

“Next time,” I murmur against her skin, “I’ll let you ride.”

“Harv-”

“Don’t worry, I’ll teach you. My length is intimidating, but you can take it. Slow and steady. We’ll take as many rounds as it takes for you to learn.”

“I’m trying to talk to you about something else.” she says quickly. “What happened this morning. And-” she pauses, clearing her throat, “I’m thirsty.”

I turn toward the minibar but I brush past her deliberately. My fingers grazing the curve of her behind and Jennifer opens her mouth in a soft gasp of surprise at the touch.

I don’t even look back. “You know,” I say lazily, “you have the prettiest bum I’ve ever seen.”

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She scoffs. “How many bums have you seen, exactly?”

“Doesn’t matter.” I grab a glass, drop in a few cubes of ice. “Yours is the prettiest. That’s the only statistic worth remembering.”

I fill it with water and hand it to her. She takes it, shaking her head like she’s trying not to smile.

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