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twenty-nine

Knox

I want you, Knox .

Any coherent thought I have leaves my body the moment Harlow says that. I’m done pretending I can hold back. I’m done listening to the part of my brain telling me this is a bad idea. Fuck all of the repercussions. We can deal with them tomorrow.

Harlow wraps her legs around my waist as I lift her from the counter, leading us directly to my bedroom, kissing her all the way. She removed her shoes, tossing them in the hall as we finally crossed the threshold to my room. Three long strides, and we hit the bed, her back hitting the mattress as I prop myself on top of her.

With her legs still wrapped around me, she makes quick work of the buttons on my shirt. “Eager to see me shirtless, huh?” I ask with a smirk.

“Eager to see you in a hell of a lot less than that,” she replies breathily. It takes everything in me not to combust right now. Her confidence is so fucking sexy.

She pushes on my chest to stand me up. She smiles at me as I slowly let the shirt fall from my shoulders, leaving me in just my pants with my dick straining to break free. I reach out a hand and help her stand up, looking right into those deep blue eyes of hers. “You look beautiful tonight, Harlow,” I say before pressing another kiss to her lips. “I love that dress on you.” Now I lean my lips to her ear and whisper, “But I’ve been imagining taking it off you all fucking night.”

“So take it off then,” she says, challenging me to put my money where my mouth is. And where my mouth wants to be is kissing every bit of Harlow’s perfect body.

I slowly drag my hand up her back until I reach the nape of her neck, untying the bow holding the dress up. With the knot undone, she watches as I shimmy the fabric down her body until it’s just a pool at her feet. She now stands before me, bare save for the scrap of lace she calls underwear.

I take her breasts into my hands, squeezing them as she moans. “Fucking perfect,” I assert as I press a kiss to her lips. “You are so goddamn sexy, Harlow.” I place rough kisses down her neck before sucking her nipple into my mouth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

“A couple of months, I’d guess,” she says, voice wavering as she tries to control her breathing when I move to the other nipple.

I smile against her skin and kiss my way up to her ear. “Try three years, Lo.” Her breath catches in her throat as I drop to my knees. I watch as I trail a finger teasingly up the inside of her thigh. “I may not have spoken to you much, but I’ve wanted you as long as I’ve known you.” Her eyes meet mine from their position in front of her core. “You’ve wanted to fuck me just as long, haven’t you?”

I pepper kisses along the waistband of the lace she’s wearing as she struggles to keep her composure. “When I was… single…” she manages. “That’s… about two of those… three years.” She lets out a moan as my lips find the junction of her pelvis and thigh. “Knox…”

“Is that where you want my mouth, Harlow?” I kiss further down the same area. “You want me to keep teasing you like this?” She shakes her head, unable to speak right now. “Use your words, Lo.”

“No…” she says just above a whisper.

“No what?” I ask. If she wants me, she’ll need to be open about it. I’m in control here.

“No…” She lets out another moan as I kiss further in now. “That’s not where I want your mouth.”

“You want it right here, don’t you?” I kiss directly on top of her lace-covered clit before nipping at the fabric.

“Yes!”

I stand up now, placing a bruising kiss on her lips as my hands rip the panties from her legs, letting them fall to her feet. “Get on the bed, Harlow.”

I swear I could come from the desire in her eyes alone. She wants this bad.

We both position ourselves on the mattress, and she rests her head on a pillow as my lips meet her neck. I suck on the skin, and she arches, pressing her naked body against my bare chest.

With one hand on the mattress for support, I take the other and trace up her thigh, stopping when I reach her drenched pussy. “You’re fucking dripping, Harlow.” I slip a finger inside as she gasps. “That all for me?” I ask, lips brushing against hers.

“All for you,” she says, moaning as I start to rhythmically move my finger. “And all because of you, Knox.”

“Good answer,” I say as I pull her bottom lip between my teeth. Harlow moans again, and my dick twitches, aching for some contact, some friction. Friction that she ends up providing when she cups me over my pants.

“You need some relief, Knox,” she says, kissing my neck. “I can help with that.”

“Not yet,” I reply, looking into her eyes. “You come first, Harlow. Now…” I remove my finger from its place inside her and bring it up to her lips. “Open.” She obeys, opening just wide enough for me to slip my finger inside. “Now taste yourself, Lo, and tell me how fucking good you are.”

She licks my finger clean, and that has me wondering how good that tongue would feel running up and down my cock.

“How do you taste, Harlow?” I rasp.

“Delicious,” she says with a malicious smile. I’ve never been with somebody as confident as her, and I’m fucking loving this.

“Good,” I reply, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Now spread your legs so I can finally taste that perfect cunt.” She quickly obeys. “Good fucking girl.”

Harlow told me a few weeks ago that she’s never been praised in bed. Oh, but she fucking loves it.

Her eyes go dark, and she slowly moves her hands to her chest, playing with her nipples while I sink back on the bed, leveling myself with her core.

Her eyes meet mine as I take my tongue and slowly stroke it up her slit. “Fuuuck,” I say before swiping at her again. “You taste so fucking sweet.”

“Knox…” she moans. “Oh God…”

“Goddamn,” I mutter, mouth pressed against her delicious pussy. “I could stay down here all fucking night, Lo.”

My tongue circles her clit as I push a finger inside of her, sliding in easily through her slick heat. “Ohhh, just like that.” Harlow places a hand on the back of my head, nails digging into my scalp as her grip tightens. “That’s so good.”

I replace my tongue on her clit with my thumb, slowly teasing it as I take slow, languid strokes of her pussy. I can’t get enough of how she tastes. I need more.

Her hands are now both at her sides as she tightly grasps the sheets. She arches her hips into me, seeking what she so desperately desires. She’s on the precipice and just needs a bit of help to fall over it.

I bring up my free hand and pinch her nipple while my other still teases her clit. “Oh fuck,” Harlow moans loudly. “I’m almost there.”

I pause just long enough to say, “Then be a good girl and come right on my tongue,” before burying my head between her legs again. Her breathing is heavy, interspersed with deep moans, before she hits her peak, her orgasm ripping through her as she screams my name.

“Knox!”

She floods my mouth as I lick up every bit of her pleasure. When her breathing steadies, I kiss my way up her body, nibbling her nipple with my teeth as I pass over it. As I position myself over top of her once again, I kiss over the bruise forming on her neck from the attention I gave it before.

“You sound so fucking good when you come,” I say, meeting her gaze. “Now I want to know how you feel when you clench around my cock.” I nip at her neck. “Is that what you want, Harlow?”

“Mhmm.”

I grab her chin and turn her to look at me again. “Words, Lo. Use your words when you’re with me, and tell me what you want when I ask.” She lets a low moan escape, signaling to me that she likes being told what to do as much as she likes being praised. God, she might just be the perfect woman.

“Knox,” she rasps, still breathless from her orgasm. “I want that. I want to feel you inside me.”

“Good girl.”

I step off the bed to remove the pants I’m still wearing. They fall to the floor after I remove the belt and unbutton them, leaving me standing in a pair of black boxer briefs. Harlow doesn’t take her eyes off me as I hook my thumbs under the waistband, pushing them down.

I’m now standing naked in front of the woman who’s been consuming my mind lately.

I pump my cock a few times as I walk back over to the bed. She gasps as I climb on top of her. “Knox, is that…” she starts before trailing off and picking back up again. “That won’t…”

I chuckle when I figure out where she’s going. Smirking, I brush my lips against hers as I say, “Don’t worry, baby…” I grind against her hip, pressing my hard dick between us. “We’ll make it fit. Even if it takes all night, you’re going to take everything I give you, Harlow.”

She moans as I grind against her again, seeking out that friction I’ve been denying myself thus far. “Knox…,” she moans as I tease my tongue over the hollow of her throat.

“ Spread your legs, baby . Watch as I sink every fucking inch of my cock into that tight cunt.“ She spreads her legs wider, and I can see the arousal still glistening from her. “How long has your pussy been starved for pleasure? You just got off, and it still wants more.”

“I haven’t been with anyone in a year. But right now, I’m so wet because I just need to feel you inside of me.”

“Beg me for it then.”

“What?” she asks, wide-eyed.

“Beg.” I nip at the skin across her chest, leaving marks in my wake as Harlow softly moans above me. I take my cock in my hand and stroke, spreading the precum at the tip down my shaft. “Beg me for it. I’m fucking dying to be inside you, baby, but I’ll wait all night if I have to. Beg .”

Harlow writhes beneath me, breathing hard and heavy as I slowly and teasingly trail my tongue up the sensitive flesh of her neck. “Oh God…” she breathes. “Fuck me, Knox.” I meet her eyes, full of desire and overflowing with need. “Please.”

“Good girl,” I smirk as I reach for a condom in my nightstand, rip the foil open, and slide it down my shaft. I capture her mouth with mine as I position myself, cock ready at her entrance. To let her adjust to my length, I start to slowly push inside, pausing after the first couple of inches. “Jesus fucking Christ, Harlow.”

“Oh God,” she rasps before kissing me. “I need more.”

“Can you handle more?” I ask as I slip another few inches inside. Halfway there.

Her moan is deep and needy. “Yes,” she breathes. “You said we’d make it fit, so make it fit .”

In a quicker motion, I slide the remainder of my shaft into her, bottoming out as she screams underneath me. “Harlow… fuck, “ is all I can manage to say. I can’t even form a coherent fucking thought right now. All I can focus on is the sexy-as-sin woman beneath me and just how fucking good her pussy feels wrapped around my cock. “Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn tight.”

“You’re just so-” She moans as I start moving on her. “-big. Of course, I’ll feel tight.”

“You feel amazing,” I admit, quickening my thrusts as I can already start to feel a slight ache in my balls. “You’re gonna make me come way too fucking quick, Lo.” I latch my mouth onto her throat, biting at the skin before kissing away the pain after. “So. Fucking. Good.”

Harlow wraps her arms around my neck. “Then fuck me hard.”

I smile against her lips. “That’s the only way I know, baby.” Before she can say another word, I slip myself out of her and flip her over. She lands on her stomach as she laughs. I lay down on top of her and brush my lips against her ear. “Hands and knees, Harlow. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never want another cock. You’ll think of me anytime somebody is even near this dripping cunt.”

She moans as I grab her hips and roughly pull her into position, on her hands and knees in front of me, pussy dripping and waiting for me. With my hands still planted firmly on her hips, I thrust myself inside in one fluid motion.

“Knox!” she screams.

I groan. “Keep screaming my name like that, Lo, and this won’t last much longer.” I drive into her harder, fucking her into the mattress as she moans.

“I can’t help it,” she manages between erratic breaths. “You feel… too fucking good.”

Any sanity I had left is snapped as I’m so overcome with my need for Harlow, the woman who, to everyone else, is my fake girlfriend. And that’s what she is still to me: my fake girlfriend.

…

Right?

We established no rules going into this tonight. Everything leading to Harlow naked in bed was carnal, both of us so overwhelmed with desire that nothing else mattered. We needed each other, and nothing was going to keep us apart anymore. I’ve been craving her for so goddamn long that I was going to lose my fucking mind if I had to hold back any longer.

But every moan I fuck out of Harlow makes this feel a little less fake. Every thrust of my hips into her makes this feel a little more… real .

Dangerous, that is. Getting so caught up in something that could unravel with the pull of a single thread. We’re playing with fucking fire. Let’s hope we don’t end up burned.

She reaches one of her hands back and finds her clit, rubbing herself as we’re both building to our orgasms. “Needy little thing you are,” I rasp, leaning forward, my chest pressed against her back. “Your pussy can’t get enough, can it? It needs me, doesn’t it?”

“Yes…” she groans. “It needs you, Knox. Nothing else, no one else has ever made me feel so good.”

Black .

That’s all I can see as her words take everything out of me. I pump desperately until pleasure overtakes us both, Harlow screaming out my name in front of me as I reach my own peak.

We’re both now moaning, writhing messes tangled together, gasping for breath. When she collapses down onto the mattress, removing herself from me as I fall down right next to her.

“That was…” she says, hand to her chest to calm her racing heart.

I bring my hand to my head and rub my eyes. “Really fucking good,” I say as I finish out her thought as she looks at me and smiles.

But good doesn’t even begin to describe what just happened. Mind-blowing, electrifying, best I’ve ever fucking had—those are much better descriptors.

There is another, though, that could fit.

Eye-opening .

Tonight has taught me just how much I fucking care for her. I’m in a situation I never thought I’d find myself in, but I wouldn’t want to be doing this with anybody else.

That could be a problem because I shouldn’t want her the way I do. We’re so different, yet she’s the only person I’ve ever truly felt I could be myself around.

Now I know how she tastes. How she sounds when she comes. How it feels to be inside of her.

Nothing else will ever come close to how I feel about what just happened with Harlow.

And I don’t know if that’s a good thing.