Free Harper's Little Spitfire (Harper's Series) by Angel Steel

his own hand beneath his pants, never once taking his eyes off her hand. Fisting his cock in his hand, Mac stroked himself up and down.
    Her other hand slid down her naked body, tweaking her nipple, then slid further down, bypassing her clit as it was already occupied and pushed a finger inside of her. His hand tightened around his erection, unmoving, trying to stop his own need to come so early.
    He moaned when she added a second finger to her wet opening. Her head shot up, hearing his groan and stopped what she was doing. Leaning up on her elbow, she panted, “What are you doing here, Mac?” Her eyes zeroed in on his hand in his pants. Removing it completely, he grabbed her legs, and not saying a word, he dragged her to the end of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he leaned forward breathing in her sweet scent. Looking once more up at her, her eyes asked the question he didn’t want to answer. His eyes stayed on hers as his mouth covered her clit.
    Her body arched slightly off the bed. “Mac,” she gasped in pleasure
    God, he loved hearing his name on her lips.
    Holding the bud between his teeth, he sucked, nipped, and flicked it with his tongue as he glided his hand up her leg and rotated his finger at her opening. Pushing in slightly, he moaned around her clit as her core clenched around him.
    Her hands gripped the sheet at her sides, her head thrown back against the pillow as her hips started to grind against his mouth. Removing his finger, he found the toy she was using. Grinning against her flesh, Mac coated it in her juices and slid it down to her back hole.
    Lifting his other hand, he slowly penetrated her with two fingers. As he slid out, he pushed the tip of the stimulator into her ass a little, enjoying the sweet sounds coming from her.
    “Mac, please, I’m close,” she panted out.
    Growling, he slid the stimulator all the way in, turned it to its highest setting and pumped his fingers faster into her. Rubbing her g-spot with the tip of his fingers, her body bowed off the bed as she screamed his name.
    Her pussy constricting his fingers, he continued to move them as he started to hump the end of her bed. Running his tongue around her clit, knowing another orgasm was coming quickly, he removed his fingers and slid his tongue inside of her—in, out as hard as he could, turning the stimulator from side to side.
    Her hands gripped his hair, pulling at the roots as her hips pumped in time with the thrusting of his tongue and the toy. Thighs pinning his head in between them as her body convulsed around him, Mac drunk her in, enjoying the taste of her sliding down his throat. Sitting back, breathing heavily, her body shivered when he removed the toy.
    “Wow,” she giggled in awe. Her eyes were at half-mast as she peered at him and smiled.
    Mac kneeled on the ground at her feet; she sat up and looked directly at him. Loving the look that covered her face, knowing he put it there, he grew even harder. Standing up, he took a step back from the bed. He couldn’t say anything to her. He wasn’t meant to do what he did, and now she would have the wrong idea about him. His intentions. Wanting something from him that he couldn’t give her.
    She slid to the end of the bed, reached out for him, but he stepped back. Frowning, she fell to the floor in front of him, tracing her fingers up his leg and lingered near his throbbing cock. His head fell back against his shoulders, enjoying the moment of her touch. Then she was undoing his jeans; she slid her delicate hand inside of them and wrapped around him, making him hiss.
    His hand stilled hers. “What are you doing, Sage?”
    She licked her lips. “Returning the favour,” she whispered.
    Ahh, hell. Letting his hand drop from hers, she pulled his jeans down over his ass, freeing his cock from its confinements. Her tiny hand could barely reach around the girth of him. Using both of her hands and the moisture from her own release, she began stroking and twisting him. How