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And truthfully, I think I want kids, too.

And I want all of that with Harlow.

It happened so fast, but I know she’s it for me. I’ll never feel like this for anybody else. I don’twantto feel like this again if it’s not with her.

“I love you, Freckles.”

“I love you, too, Slick.”

Epilogue

Two months later…

“Yes, just like that, Knox!”

Knox leans over me now, pressing his chest against my back and bringing his lips to my ear. “Does that feel good for you, baby?”

I moan as he thrusts harder. “So… good…oh my God.”

“I’m no deity, but you can pray to me anytime.”

He bites at my neck, sucking on the skin as he starts moving faster. “Knox…”

“Do you want to come, Harlow?”

“Please,” I pant. “Please make me come.”

He wraps his hand around my body and slips it between my legs, thumb teasing my clit. I moan the moment he touches me. “There you go, baby. You’re doing so well. Taking my cock nice and deep into your wet pussy. Fucking perfect, Lo.”

“Ohhh,“ I moan as he presses down on my clit in time with his next thrust. My breathing is labored as he brings me to the edge of bliss.

Knox nibbles on my ear as he starts breathing heavier. “I need you to come, baby. I need you to come before I paint your cunt with mine.”

When he presses on my clit one last time, I fall apart, clenching around him and loudly moaning as he fucks me through my orgasm.

“Such a good girl, Harlow.” He’s thrusting faster now, closing in on his own release.

“So.”

Thrust.

“Fucking.”

Thrust.

“Good.”

Thrust.

And he shatters, groaning into my neck as his hips still, and he fills me up, spilling every last drop of cum inside me.

We both collapse onto the bed, Knox falling down beside me as we catch our breath.

“There’s no way you don’t win tonight now,” I say, turning to face him. “Not after sex like that.”

“Because you have a magic pussy,” he chuckles. “I fuck you, and I can do anything.”

“Like pitch a win in game seven of the World Series?” I smile.

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