Wicked Desires

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Chapter 8: Wicked Desires

Harley

**I try to work on my tan as I lounge on the roof of our apartment building with the bright sun beating down on my shoulders

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**I try to work on my tan as I lounge on the roof of our apartment building with the bright sun beating down on my shoulders. I raise my head toward the scorching sun and push my shades up my nose while listening to the hum of the city and the sounds below. The door to the roof opens, and Alec walks out, still dressed in his cammies. I immediately sit up, just as he grazes his hand up my bare leg at the end of the chair.

"Hey, baby girl. Getting some sun?" He asks in a low, sweet voice, sweeping his desire-filled gaze across my body, taking in the sight of the tiny bikini covering my intimate areas.

"Yes, it's the perfect day for it. "How come you're home so early?"

I can tell that something is wrong from the expression on his face. However, Alec remains silent. Instead, he frenzies over my lips, slipping his tongue inside and passionately curling it around mine. With each methodical brush of his tongue against mine, the worry in my heart fades, and the way he explores my mouth with precision and curiosity has me melting into a puddle like a popsicle on a hot summer day. Alec hovers over me as he fumbles with the button on his fatigues, leaning over me and pushing me flat on my back. Once he gets his pants open and pulls his thick, slightly wet cock out, he roughly shoves my bathing suit bottoms to the side and enters me in a desperate, forceful thrust. As Alec digs his teeth into my lower lip, the sound of slapping skin fills the air and muffles the sounds of the high-pitched groans coming from my throat. Under his shirt, I run my hands up and down his back as electricity shoots through me from the contact of his delicate skin with mine.

"Fucking Christ, Harley. I'll never get tired of being inside you... So tight... So wet... Fuck... So perfect..."

Between thrusts, he moans incoherently into my ear, and the warmth of his breath on my skin sends shivers down my spine. After running his tongue along the side of my jaw, he places his mouth on the side of my neck. He bites into my flesh like he's biting a fucking apple, and I shiver once more. He lowers his knees and rolls his hips into my pussy at an angle that allows the tip of his cock to press against the spot that makes me quiver. His lustful gaze falls on mine as his face contorts into a pleasure expression. He hisses out in a deep growl as he shakes and screams, spilling his come inside my pussy and dousing my insides in his gooey, white release. As my orgasm bubbles to the surface, causing my release to heavily soak him, my trembling legs tighten around his waist in an effort to hold on. We tangle in each other's embrace, full and panting feverishly, trying to gather ourselves. Alec massages the side of my arm while giving me a kiss on the top of the head. The once-bright, sunny sky darkens and grows gloomy as a distant thunderclap rumbles, threatening to bring rain to the entire city.

"Oh, look, baby girl. It's our favorite kind of weather." I look up at the thick, stormy clouds and snuggle closer to Alec, hoping that this is how our lives will always be.

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