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Harlow

After Knox helped me clean myself up, we settled back into his bed. I’ve only slept beside him once before—that first night in Pittsburgh—but there is no way in hell I’m leaving his bed tonight.

He doesn’t even need to ask me to stay; I just know right here is exactly where he wants me. I take the spot next to him, intertwining my leg with his as we both drift off to sleep.

Well, he does, at least.

I try to fall asleep, but I’m wired right now. I feel like I just took a double shot of espresso. And since I can’t see myself falling asleep anytime soon, I quietly slip out of bed once Knox is peacefully sleeping.

Since the only clothing I have with me tonight is my gown, and I don’t want to walk around naked, I slide on his blue button-down when I find it on the floor. I roll up the sleeves so the shirt isn’t as large on me, but it still falls to my knees.

It’ll work, though.

Once I’m covered, I sneak out of Knox’s room and make my way to the living room to look out his large front window. The city isn’t peaceful to everyone, but it always calms me down. And with the way my thoughts are racing right now, I need some peace.

I lose track of how long I’m standing here, just enjoying the silence and the lights of the bustling city below. When I hear the floor lightly creak behind me, I realize I’m no longer alone.

“Did I fuck you into a daze?” Knox asks, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I laugh as I turn around to face him. “You think mighty highly of yourself, Slick,” I say, trailing my finger teasingly up his chest.

He hooks his hands behind my back and pulls me against him. “Well, you did tell me nobody has ever made you feel so good. Seems to be a reasonable assumption.”

I can’t help but smile before standing on my tiptoes and leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “I did mean that. That was…” I let out a breath. “Easily the best sex I’ve had. I’d tell you not to let that go to your head, but with your ego, I know it’s already there.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Think you got me all figured out, baby?”

“Don’t I?” I ask, looking into his eyes, his gaze burning through me.

“Not even close, Lo.” His lips brush against mine. “But I feel it’s only fair to tell you that you are hands down the best sex I’ve had. Goddamn , Harlow. You drove me out of my fucking mind tonight.”

My breath catches in my throat, lust washing over me. “Night’s not over yet,” I say, and I can feel every ounce of blood in his body rush into his dick as it presses against my stomach.

“No, it fucking isn’t,” he says before he crashes his mouth onto mine, parting my lips and slipping his tongue inside as he backs me up against the glass of the window. He quickly rips the shirt I’m wearing open, revealing nothing underneath. “You were just hoping I’d find you out here, naked and ready for me in my fucking shirt, weren’t you?”

“The condom I slipped into the pocket before I came out here should answer that for you.” I bite his bottom lip, and Knox hisses in satisfaction. “Maybe I wanted to be prepared if you found me out here. Maybe one time wasn’t enough with you. Maybe I need more .”

“Harlow, you know maybe isn’t going to work with me. So do you maybe need more, or do you definitely need me on my knees with your greedy cunt dripping all over my face?”

“That one,” I say, and his eyes darken. “I want you on your knees.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs against my ear before falling to his knees and looking at me above him. He already has me losing my goddamn mind. The sight of Knox on his knees between my legs is something I’ll never forget.

I spread my legs for him, and he groans. “Your pussy is fucking perfect. And you’re so wet for me already, baby. Were you out here thinking of how you screamed my name? How it felt when that tight cunt clenched around my cock?”

“Yes,” I say, and he rewards me with a swipe of his tongue. “Fuck.” I rest one hand on the glass behind me and tangle the other in his hair. “I’m going to get wet every time I remember tonight, Knox. Every goddamn time.”

He takes another slow, languid stroke, lapping up the arousal that’s dripping out of me. “And how often are you going to think about it, to remember it?”

“Every day,” I moan. “Every day until you fuck a new memory into me.”

“Fucking hell,” he mumbles.

He lightly teases his tongue over my clit, and my grip on his head tightens. The blue fabric of my shirt—his shirt?—surrounds his hands from their place on my hips.

“Don’t hold back on me,” Knox mutters, mouth still buried in my pussy. “I don’t want you to be gentle.”

“But-” I start before a moan takes over as he laps at my clit. “But I’m trying not to suffocate you.”

“Fuck that ,“ he growls. “I want it all. Grind on my face. Smother me. Fucking drown me, baby. Just don’t hold back and let me taste you again.”

“Once wasn’t enough?” I stammer, trying not to give in so easily.

Knox laughs, and I feel the vibration against my core. “No. I don’t think one hundred times will be enough, either. Now, stop talking, push that cunt down on my face, and let me fucking feast , Harlow.”

Goddamn . That’s so fucking hot.

“ Ohhh… “ I moan, losing any thread of sanity I have remaining.

“There you go, baby,” he mutters. “Just like that. Keep grinding on me. Make those perfect fucking tits bounce.”

“Knox…” I whimper. “Oh God, I’m so close.” His hands grip my ass as he dives his tongue in deeper, just waiting for me to flood his mouth with my climax.

I’m grinding my hips faster and harder, seeking out my release and finally just taking what I want. He’s gazing at me like it’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen. When his teeth brush against my clit, the sensitivity pushes me over the edge.

“Knox! Oh fuck!”

I come hard, filling his mouth and more as my arousal drips down his chin. He uses his tongue to grab any bit left that he can coax out of me before finally standing himself up.

He presses an arm against the glass behind me, taking my chin in his hand and turning me to face him as I work on catching my breath. “Grinding on my face? Taking what you want?” My breathing is still heavy as he brushes his lips against mine, coating them in my own climax. “So fucking sexy .“ He presses his lips onto mine again as I moan into his mouth. “Need to fuck you again,” he pants. “That what you want, baby?”

I moan as he grinds into my hip, his thick erection pressing into me. “Yes,” I murmur. “Need you inside me again.” I bring a hand to his face and guide my mouth back to his, my tongue sliding right in as he pulls out the condom I slid into the pocket of his shirt before he knocks it off my shoulders.

My hands slide down his chest, savoring the definition on my way to his waistband. I hook my thumbs underneath and slip them down past his thighs, letting them fall to the ground.

As I wrap a hand around his shaft, he audibly moans. I didn’t touch him earlier before he sank into me, so I’m seizing this opportunity to grasp him, appreciating how thick and heavy he is in my hand. “You’re so damn big ,“ I say, trailing my tongue up his throat. “I don’t know how you fit.”

He thrusts into my hand, desperate for friction. “Because your pussy was fucking made for me, Harlow.“ I take the condom from him, ripping it open and sliding it down his length, readying him to sink into me again. “How flexible are you?” Knox asks, his lips grazing the skin of my collarbone.

“I’m flexible enough,” I say, breathless.

“Good,” he says, hooking my leg over his arm. “Because I’m fucking you right here.”

I moan as he takes his cock into his hand and starts pushing inside. “Won’t people see?” I manage between them.

“Penthouse, baby,” he answers, slowly sliding in to the hilt. “No one can see you up here, getting fucked against the window as you beg me for more. Nobody will know you’re here with me and coming all over my cock like a dirty fucking girl.”

He slid out almost entirely before thrusting back in. “Ahhh… more, Knox. I need more .”

“Yeah?” he says, panting and breathless. “You know why you need more?” He buries himself inside me again as I moan. “Use your words, baby. I can’t understand you when you’re screaming.”

“Fuck!” I throw my head back so he brings his mouth to my throat, sucking the skin between his teeth to leave a mark to accompany the first two. “Because…” I attempt to speak between moans, the words coming out strangled before I gather myself. “Because nobody will ever be able to fuck me the way you do.”

“That’s my fucking girl.”

His girl .

I’m Knox’s girl, and fuck, do I love the sound of that.

His thrusts become more frantic, desperate to feel me clench around him again. To hear my cries of pleasure as I come on his cock while he’s still buried deep inside me.

“Ohhh, Knox. Yes!” I scream as I tighten around him, and he fucks me through my orgasm, now desperately seeking his own. When I come down from my high, I graze my lips against his ear. “Come for me, baby.”

“Fuck, Harlow…” he yells, thrusting deeper than before, spilling into the latex as we both gasp for breath.

When we’re both finally sated, he slowly pulls out of me and lets my leg fall to the ground. I pull him against me, mouth crashing into his.

All I know right now is that I’ve had Knox twice, and I don’t think I want to let him go.

Hopefully, he’s thinking the same thing.

I need everything he can give me.