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“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, andnothingwas 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 elsehas 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 Ishouldn’twant 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.

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