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“So do you, baby,” he rasps, breathless. “I can’t ever last once I’m inside your tight pussy. You make me lose all control.”

“Good. I don’t want you to control yourself with me.” He slides further inside, and I gasp—this angle hits so much deeper. “Oh God. I don’t think I can take anymore.”

“You can take it,” he replies, trailing kisses up my neck and behind my ear. “You’re going to take all of me, baby. You know why? Because every fucking inch is yours.”

With my nails digging into the skin of his thigh, he presses further inside, sliding in to the hilt as I scream. “Oh fuck…”

“Just like that, baby.” Knox starts thrusting while murmuring in my ear. “You always take everything I give you. Such a good fucking girl, Harlow.”

His praise, combined with how deep he’s hitting, already has me feeling the first flutters of an impending orgasm. “Knox,” I moan as he starts moving faster, breathing strangled. “This is too good, too much. Oh God…”

He snakes his hand up, grasps my breast, and plants kisses along my jaw. The intimacy of all of this is more than I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never felt closer to someone—figuratively and literally—as Knox holds me and moves inside me. The feel of his muscular chest pressed against my back heightens all of the sensations.

When he slams into me again, I moan his name as I feel myself edging closer. “You gonna come again, baby?” he asks, voice strained.

“Ye- ohhh fuck, baby.”

Knox nips my neck. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I manage in a ragged breath. “I’m so close.”

“Me too,” he says before he removes his hand from my breast and moves it to my head, turning it so I can face him. “Come with me.”

Knox captures my mouth, stroking his tongue against mine as he moves his hips faster, slamming into me as he desperately seeks his release. When he moves a hand between my legs and brushes his thumb against my clit, I fall apart, moaning into his mouth as I clench around his length. He gives two more hard thrusts before he stills, spilling into me as he comes without breaking our kiss.

We’re a moaning, writhing mess, entwined together as we both start to come down from our highs. Knox still has his arms wrapped around me, keeping me pressed against his chest, with his hands now resting on my stomach and forehead leaning on mine.

After a minute, he finds my lips again as he slowly trails one of his hands from my stomach back down between my legs. “Knox…” I pant. “I can’t.”

“One more, baby,” he whispers against my lips. “You can give me one more, can’t you?”

With my body still pressed against him, he works his thumb over my clit and slides a finger inside. But that’s not what pushes me to another release.

No, that comes after Knox whispers a string of sweet nothings into my ear. Pulling me closer and telling me how beautiful I am. How much he missed me.How much he loves me.

I can’t believe I ever thought I could resist falling in love with this man. Never in my life have I known someone so kind and caring, so in tune with both my emotions and my body.

This is the feeling I’ve been chasing. This feeling of love and passion and security.

Laying here with him now feels like I’m finally right where I was always meant to be.

Knox is my forever.

fifty-five

Knox

The sun starts peekingout from behind the blackout curtains in my bedroom. I rub my eyes and glance down to see Harlow’s blonde hair splayed across my chest, a stark reminder that last night really did happen.

I didn’t dream it up—we made things official, and I confessed that I love her.

And she loves me, too.

I’m the happiest damn motherfucker on the planet right now. I’m sitting on cloud nine, holding my girlfriend and, for once, believing that I deserve good things.

And Harlow is the best thing of all.

She stirs now, lifting her head as she blinks the sleep from her eyes. And when they open, she flashes me the sweetest smile. “Good morning, Knox.”

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