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He smiles before teasing his tongue over my bottom lip, waiting for me to open. And when I do, he slips right inside, tongues moving as frantically as Knox’s hips.

I’ve never had sex like this.

Sure, Knox and I are always rough and needy with each other, but it feels different.

It feels more like Iamhis.

I feel like I belong to Knox Spencer.

The world already thinks that. Now, though, it’s really starting to feel like it.

I’ve never been so consumed by someone, so filled with longing and need.

It’s scary, being so enthralled with someone that might not see you the same way.

But I push that thought from my head. I’m just going to enjoy myself and worry about the rest another day.

“Goddammit,” he swears as he increases his pace, slamming into me repeatedly. “So good, Harlow.” He groans now, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. “Fuck, I can’t hold back much longer.”

“So don’t,” I murmur against his ear. “Come, Knox.”

“Where-”

“Inside me,” I plead, looking right into his eyes. “Come inside me. I want to feel you.”

“Fuck,”he moans, thrusting his hips faster while snaking a hand between us and finding his way between my legs. “You come first. I need to feel your cunt clench around me. I need to know how good you feel when you come on my bare cock.”

I moan as Knox teases my clit in time with his thrusts. “Don’t stop then. I’m so close.”

He bites on my neck, leaving me a new mark as I tangle my fingers in his hair. Every sensation right now is heightened, leaving me right on the edge of bliss, ready to tumble right over. And when he thrusts again, hitting a spot no one’s ever been able to reach, I explode.

“Knox!Oh my God!”

“Fuck, fuck,fuck!”he shouts, pushing in one final time before his hips still. My pussy is still convulsing around him as he spills everything inside me, painting me with every drop of his cum.

Panting, Knox pulls out of me, and I already feel emptier.

“Goddamn, Harlow,” he breathes. “Fucking incredible.”

“It was,” I reply before kissing him. “Really good.”

He smiles before pushing himself off me and slowly moving his body down the bed.

“What are you doing?” I ask, looking at him curiously.

He kisses my knee and murmurs against my skin. “Want to see.” Knox takes my knees in his hands and spreads them further apart, leaving me fully exposed. “Want to see how you look full of my cum.”

“And?” I ask. “What do you think?”

He runs a finger up my slit before pressing it inside, coating it in his release. “Perfect,” he replies, now trailing his finger down my thigh, leaving a white line in its wake. “Fucking perfect.”

When he positions himself on top of me again, capturing my lips with wicked intentions, I finally realize where all of this is heading.

I’m falling heart-first for a man who hasn’t had a relationship in seven years.

And I don’t know if Knox will be waiting to catch me before I hit the ground…

thirty-six

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