Always Enough by Stacy Borel

on her back. I let my hand glide down until I was right at her ass. Her cheeks were a nice rosy color from the spankings I’d already given her. I slid my hand down between her crack to the entrance of her pussy and she gasped at the contact.
    “Fucking Christ, Harper, you’re soaked.”
    I dragged two of my fingers between her wet lips. She was ready for me, and I was enough of a bastard to not wait any longer. Grabbing my dick at the base, I placed it at her opening before giving one hard thrust forward until I was fully sheathed. We both cried out at the sudden onslaught of feeling. She was so tight.
    “Oh God, it feels so good,” Harper rasped.
    I had to hold her still because she began to push back against me and I was so close to coming already. I tried to think about something else … anything else. Puppies, chainsaws, or chocolate cake—it didn’t work. All it did was remind me that I was taking Harper doggie style, I’d like to fuck her as hard as a chainsaw, and I would love nothing more than to drizzle chocolate all over her body and lick her clean.
    “Harper, you better be close because I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”
    “I am, Ky, I’m so close, just please …” she panted, “give me more of you.”
    I started pounding into her in earnest. She moved with me by pushing her ass back against the front of me. I slapped her ass, and she cried out.
    “Spank me, Kyler.”
    I brought my palm down again against her smooth flesh. I could feel what I was doing to her all the way to my own dick. Needing to up the ante, I brought my hand around to the front of her and started rubbing small slow circles around her clit. A few more hard thrusts and Harper cried out incoherently. Her pussy clamped around me and I was lost. I yelled out and emptied myself inside of her, shuddering while every last drop left me.
    Harper rested her head on her hands while she tried to catch her breath. Her body was still pulsing and every few seconds her pussy would flutter. I’d been with this girl before, but never had it been like that—completely raw, and wild with need.
    I slipped out of her, holding her up with my arm wrapped around her waist. When she could stand on her own, she looked up at me through the mirror in front of her.
    I thought I would feel sated but truthfully, I wasn’t even close to being done with her. Before that, though, I needed to ask her a few questions.
    “What was that all about out there, Harper?”
    She looked away, shrugged her shoulders, but remained silent. I turned her around and, using my finger to tip her chin, I made her look at me.
    “Answer me. Why did you do that?”
    “I don’t know.” Defiant tears started to well up in her eyes.
    I softened my tone and stroked my fingers down her cheek. The last time Harper had cried in front of me was the day I showed up at her house while we were still in high school—after Aubrey had been a bitch.
    “You can talk to me about anything, Harper … you know that, right?” I kissed her forehead.
    She jerked her chin out of my grasp and turned away.
    “You want to know what that was about, Kyler? I was fucking jealous, okay? I didn’t like the idea of other girls coming on to you, and rubbing themselves all over you. I wanted to make sure your eyes were just for me.”
    She wouldn’t even look at me.
    “Harper?”
    “Hmmm …” She grunted.
    “Harper, look at me.”
    “No.”
    I stepped forward, taking hold of her chin again and not letting her move away.
    “Why were you jealous?”
    She shrugged her shoulders. My mind was reeling. I knew why she was jealous, but I don’t think she really wanted to admit why she was jealous. Either way, I felt like a prick for being happy about it.
    “Think about it, Harper. Why would you feel jealous?”
    “Shit, Kyler, I don’t know! Why are you questioning me like Dr. fucking Phil?” she spat.
    “Because I want you to use that pretty little head of yours.”
    She pushed away