Hardin Scott has been madly in love with Tessa Young since the moment he first laid eyes on her, but there's no way she could ever see him as anything more than a friend. After all, he's a bad boy with a promiscuous past and she's a sweet and innoce...
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After we get home and back up to our apartment, Hardin ushers me into the bedroom. "Take off your dress, Tessa," he says in a commanding tone.
"O-okay," I squeak and then follow his instructions. As I'm slipping off my dress, I watch as he walks over to his dresser drawer and pulls out the only tie he owns— the one he bought for the charity gala we went to all those months ago.
Hardin walks over to me, turns me around and then places the tie over my eyes. He then guides me to lie down on the bed. I can't see anything, but I can feel the bed move as he lies next to me.
"Theresa, you're a very naughty girl. You know that, don't you? You actually thought I was going to let you go watch some naked guys dance around? I don't think you understand that you're mine and only mine. So, now I'm going to have to show you."
I suddenly feel Hardin's lips on my neck. He starts off gently kissing the spot I love so much, but then his kisses turn to sucking on my delicate skin, marking me as his.
"You do know that you don't need anyone else but me, right?" he asks as he brings my arms above my head and holds my wrists against the bed with one of his hands. He begins to move his other hand down my body. "No one else has or ever will make you feel the way that I make you feel." Hardin slides his hand over my chest, down my stomach and into my panties.
I suck in a sharp breath as I feel his fingers glide against me. He slowly starts rubbing me, causing me to squirm against the bed.
"I'm the only one that makes you feel this way, right, Theresa?" he asks as he continues to rub me in circles.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and nod.
"Words, Theresa," Hardin demands before pulling his hand away from me.
"You're the only one, Hardin," I say desperately.
"Good girl." He chuckles before beginning to rub me again.
The feeling of Hardin rubbing me, the fact that I can't see what he's doing, but can only feel him, how he has my hands pinned above my head, so I can't grab at the sheets and how he continues to bring me to the brink of orgasm before he stops touching me is an exquisite combination. "Hardin, please..." I beg. In this moment I both hate him for torturing me and crave his touch.
Hardin halts his movements one more time. He releases my wrists and then I feel him remove my panties and part my thighs farther before I finally feel his warm tongue begin to move against me in the most delicious pattern.
I move my hands to his hair and I can't help but roughly tug on his brown locks as pleasure overcomes me. I've never felt anything this intense before.
As I come down from my high, I feel Hardin move his body between my legs. He goes to remove my blindfold, but I stop him. "No, leave it on," I demand.
"What?" Hardin chuckles.
"Everything feels heightened when I can only feel you."
"Fuck. That's hot, baby." Hardin wastes no time in removing my bra and then I feel him pushing into me, but before I can move my hands to explore his body, he pins them on either side of me, this time lacing his fingers through mine. He begins to thrust into me with slow, deep thrusts. "No one else will ever perfectly fill you the way that I do. You know that, don't you?"
"Mmm-hmm," I moan through the pleasure.
"No one else will ever claim you the way that I do. You're mine and I'm yours. Right?"
"Hardin..."
"Answer me, Theresa," Hardin demands as he continues to thrust in and out of me.
"I'm yours."
"Forever?"
"Forever," I breathe.
"And don't you fucking forget it, baby," Hardin warns as he begins to move at a faster pace. "Tell me how good I make you feel, Theresa."
"This feels... amazing!" As I'm about to climax for the second time tonight, I tighten my legs around Hardin.
"You're about to come for me and only me, aren't you, Theresa?"
"Yes..."
Hardin releases my hands and finally removes my blindfold. "I want to watch what only I can do to you."
I lock eyes with Hardin as I come undone underneath him.
"Fuck, Tess, you're so beautiful," he says before he nuzzles into my neck and comes inside me, marking me as his in the most possessive way.
"Wow." I smirk as Hardin rolls off me.
"And that, baby, is why you're marrying me," he explains through heavy breaths.
"That was amazing, Hardin."
"So, you like being taught a lesson, Theresa?" Hardin chuckles.
"About that..."
"Yes?" he asks as he turns to look at me.
"There are no strippers."
"What?"
"Emma's not having strippers at her bachelorette party."
"But I thought—"
"I know you did. And if you wouldn't have been busy barking orders at me, I would have been able to explain that. So instead, I thought I'd let you show me that I'm only yours."
"You played me!"
"Maybe a little." I giggle.
"I gave you some of my best moves!"
"I know and I appreciate that." I continue to giggle.
"You really are a very naughty girl, Theresa!" Hardin says and begins to tickle me.
"Stop!" I roar with laughter. "I'll make it up to you!"
"Oh? How?" Hardin smirks.
I reach for Hardin's tie and blindfold him with it. I whisper in his ear, "I'll give you some of my best moves."
"This really is fucking hot." Hardin chuckles.
"It's about to get a whole lot hotter," I promise as I lightly run my fingertips down his chest and over his stomach.
I spend the rest of the night showing Hardin that he's only mine as much as I'm only his.
