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“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 fuckingfeast, 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 fuckingsexy.“ He presseshis 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 damnbig,“ 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 fuckingmadefor 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.

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