Trapped with Mr. Walker

“TURN THE TV OFF, then,” Harley huffs between my legs.

I look at her, my dick already rock hard from seeing her down there, looking up at me through narrowed eyes. The light blue of them sparkles dangerously. She’s got spunk; I’ll give her that. She’s sweet and cute and makes me want to wrap her up in my arms. But I know she can hold her own just fine. She only lets me do what she wants me to do to her, even if she does act as though it’s all me in control. And it suits me fine that she likes a bit of filth. I’m hardly going to fucking complain. But the truth is, she has all the power. She just doesn’t realize it.

If her heart was a cage, I would happily lock myself inside and lose the key.

I tut. “You wanted to play with me, Angel. But I’m the one who makes the rules.”

She glares at me, her eyes darting to the weather report on the screen and back to me. She’s so cute when she’s angry. I know she’s only fucking around with me putting those pajamas on when I told her to be naked and ready for me. But she underestimates how much I like to play games with her, too.

I hold back my groan as she unfastens my belt and unzips my pants, dragging them and my boxers down.

“I might slip and bite it off,” she murmurs.

I hold back my laugh and clear my throat. “You like the way your Daddy fucks you too much to do that.”

She grumbles out a huff of annoyance and then her lips are on me, wrapping around my head in one hot, wet, perfect motion.

I suck a breath in through my teeth and release it, letting my chest relax slowly as I part my legs wider and tilt my head back, savoring the way my girl sucks me. Fuck, she’s incredible. Her perfect mouth and those pretty pink lips are what fueled my fantasies for months.

I’ve wanted her for so long. Waited for her.

“Do you like that, Daddy?” She smirks around my cock, and I lift the remote and flick the TV off.

“You’ve gotten my attention, Angel. Now, what are you going to do with it?”

She keeps her eyes on mine as she sucks the full length of me down her throat and back out. My cock shines with her saliva as she dips her head and runs her tongue over my balls. The sensation causes my cock to twitch, and her eyes glitter up at me.

“God.” I squeeze my eyes shut as precum leaks from the end of my dick, dripping onto my stomach.

Harley rises up and sticks her tongue out, lapping it up from my abs in one swift swipe. Then she wraps the base of my cock in one hand and cups the other around my full, aching balls. I’m unable to tear my eyes away from her mouth as she parts her lips, wetting them with her tongue and then taking me in her mouth again.

It’s like every nerve ending in the lower half of my body comes alive at once and I hiss out a deep ‘fuck’ as she sucks me, building a rhythm.

“Fuck yeah,” I growl, sinking one hand into her hair and guiding her mouth up and down my cock. It’s slick with a mix of precum and saliva as she moans and hums around me. The vibrations pass from her lips into me, and my balls pull up toward my body.

“You suck my cock so well.” I place my other hand in her hair and watch the blonde strands fill the gaps between my fingers as I apply more pressure to her head, encouraging her to increase her pace.

She sucks harder, swirling her tongue around me at the same time. Heat pools in my balls as my ass clenches against the sofa.

“Fuck, Angel. I’m going to come in that perfect mouth.”

She lets out a small whimper, and it’s the final push I need. I keep my hands in her hair as I explode, shooting a steady stream of hot cum out, which she swallows down with a moan.

“There’s more. You’re too fucking good, Angel, there’s more,” I pant as my balls draw toward my body again and continue to send liquid fire racing up my dick to her waiting mouth. She moans louder, sucking it all down, swallowing every drop. The movement in her throat sends a shudder from the tip of my cock all the way into my chest, and I sag back into the sofa as the final surge of my release ends and my body relaxes.

I inhale slow, deep breaths as I pull her up and into my arms. She wraps a leg on either side of me to straddle me, but I flip her over and deposit her back on the sofa instead, my lips finding hers and kissing my taste from hers.

“The pajamas stay.” I kiss her again. “They’re my favorite fucking item of clothing you own,” I groan into her mouth, and she giggles underneath me.

“Reed—” Harley stops talking abruptly as she comes into the bathroom and sees me with my hand on my hardening cock in the shower. “Again? You’re going to have to buy me more, you know. That stuff’s from The Songbird spa, and it isn’t cheap.”

I smirk at her as she tries to look unimpressed with her arms folded over her chest. I hold her eyes and squirt more of her coconut shampoo into my palm. Then I slide my soaped-up hand along the length of my dick and back down again, washing it. I lean one hand on the shower wall and watch her reaction as I move to my balls and soap them up as well.

“Order a crate. I’ll pay.”

The corners of her lips twitch, and her eyes sparkle.

“It’s shampoo, you know. Not body wash.”

“I like smelling you on me. Especially here.” I wink at her as I tug on my dick again. It’s now fully erect and raring to go, despite being inside her only twenty minutes ago when I woke her up in my favorite way. I’ve deduced that every morning that I wake Harley up with my tongue buried inside her, and follow it up with a deep, leisurely fucking, I have the best day.

The. Best. Day.

For example, yesterday I got named as the official leader in early poll predictions. The day before, Riley called me and told me she won the case in court that she’s been preparing for, for over a year, and the day before that, the guy who makes Harley’s lattes I like to get for her gave me a complimentary bagel.

Shit does not get better than this.

Basically, she’s my good luck charm, my talisman, my lucky clover.

And right now, she’s looking at me through the steamed-up shower screen when she should be in here with me.

Her eyes widen as she seems to realize what’s coming next. But it’s too late. In one swift move, I open the shower door, grab her around the waist and pull her inside with me, pressing her back against the tiles as I dip my mouth to hers and kiss her before she even has a chance to say a word.

“You’re crazy,” she cries. “I’m still dressed.”

I grin and rub the pad of my thumb over the peak her nipple has created underneath her soaking pajama top. “We can sort that.” I drag the top up over her head and let it fall to the shower floor with a splat. “Come on, Angel. It’s Saturday. We don’t have to be anywhere today. Let me have my fun and I’ll make you pancakes after.”

“Hmm.” She tilts her head in thought.

“I make amazing pancakes.” I reach around and squeeze her ass cheeks with both hands, groaning as her wet shorts rub against my dick. “I’ll even play some motivational power tracks Stuart tries to get me to listen to before interviews to Bruce and Beryl.”

She snorts out a laugh, dropping her forehead onto my chest.

“Can I take that snort as an agreement for my very generous offer?”

She bites her bottom lip. Her eyes are bright as she looks up at me and wraps her arms around my neck, pushing her naked breasts against my chest. “They better be good pancakes.”

“What’s that supposed to be?” Harley asks forty minutes later as I place a plate down in front of her at the breakfast bar.

“Pancakes.” I take a seat on the stool next to her.

“I don’t get it. Is it supposed to be that shape? It looks like a T.” She frowns at my creation.

I smirk and twist her plate one hundred and thirty-five degrees. “There. That’s probably more accurate.”

“You made me dick pancakes.” She looks at me and shakes her head slowly. “You have an IQ of what, one-fifty?”

“One-fifty-six,” I interject.

“And you made me dick-shaped pancakes.” She looks back at her plate. “God help New York.”

“Wait until you taste them.” I pile some on my fork and watch her sideways as she tries to hide the smile that’s growing on her face. “If I were you, I’d start at the tip and work my way down to the balls.”

“You’ve eaten enough dick to know the best technique, then?” She glances at me with what’s turned into a smirk.

“Nope.” I chew my forkful and swallow. “But I’ve seen you do it enough times to know that’s how you like it.”

“Reed Walker,” she cries, slapping her hand over her mouth and then pushing my shoulder as her eyes widen.

I love it when the sweet, innocent Harley reacts like this. But I know all too well the other side of her, the one who mewled out her orgasm on my cock while I fingered her ass earlier, is still in there as well.

One wouldn’t exist without the other, and I’m addicted to her just the way she is.

I grab her hand before it leaves my chest and kiss the inside of her wrist. “Eat up, Angel. You need your energy for what I plan to do with you all weekend.”

She takes her hand back and uses her fork to sever the head of her pancake dick clean off. She looks to check if I noticed and then smiles to herself as she eats.

“This week’s going to be hectic now that the election’s almost here. You know what’ll keep me going?”

“Stuart with his foot up your ass?” She laughs.

“Smartass.”

“What then?” Harley moans softly as she chews her pancake.

I watch her lips as she licks them. “The thought of going to the movies with you to watch that new movie with the talking dog.”

She snaps her eyes to mine. “You want to watch that?” She’s practically glowing with undisguised joy.

No, Harls. I want to watch you watch it. Watch your face illuminate like it’s doing now.

Her face clouds over and her shoulders droop. “Uh, I forgot. I planned to go and see my family next weekend. It’s my little sister, Rose’s birthday. She’s turning twenty-five. She moved back in with Mom and Dad after she broke up with her boyfriend.”

“That’s okay. We can go another time. I bet they can’t wait to see you.” Harley’s brow creases and she looks down, picking at her food. “Harls?”

“Oh. Yeah, they’re glad I can make it.”

I look at the anguished expression on her face and unease coils in the pit of my stomach. Something isn’t right.

“Why don’t I come with you?”

“Really?” She looks at me in surprise, her shoulders relaxing as I place my hand on her thigh and squeeze it.

“Yes. Is that okay, Mrs. Walker?”

She places her hand on top of mine, interlocking our fingers. “Yes, it’s okay. Just don’t ask me to make you dick pancakes for breakfast.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I wait until she takes another mouthful.

“I’ll ask your mom.”