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“Eager to see you in a hell of a lot less than that,” she replies breathily. It takes everything in me not to combust right now. Her confidence is so fucking sexy.

She pushes on my chest to stand me up. She smiles at me as I slowly let the shirt fall from my shoulders, leaving me in just mypants with my dick straining to break free. I reach out a hand and help her stand up, looking right into those deep blue eyes of hers. “You look beautiful tonight, Harlow,” I say before pressing another kiss to her lips. “I love that dress on you.” Now I lean my lips to her ear and whisper, “But I’ve been imagining taking it off you all fucking night.”

“So take it off then,” she says, challenging me to put my money where my mouth is. And where my mouth wants to be is kissing every bit of Harlow’s perfect body.

I slowly drag my hand up her back until I reach the nape of her neck, untying the bow holding the dress up. With the knot undone, she watches as I shimmy the fabric down her body until it’s just a pool at her feet. She now stands before me, bare save for the scrap of lace she calls underwear.

I take her breasts into my hands, squeezing them as she moans. “Fucking perfect,” I assert as I press a kiss to her lips. “You are so goddamn sexy, Harlow.” I place rough kisses down her neck before sucking her nipple into my mouth. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you.”

“A couple of months, I’d guess,” she says, voice wavering as she tries to control her breathing when I move to the other nipple.

I smile against her skin and kiss my way up to her ear. “Try three years, Lo.” Her breath catches in her throat as I drop to my knees. I watch as I trail a finger teasingly up the inside of her thigh. “I may not have spoken to you much, but I’ve wanted you as long as I’ve known you.” Her eyes meet mine from their position in front of her core. “You’ve wanted to fuck me just as long, haven’t you?”

I pepper kisses along the waistband of the lace she’s wearing as she struggles to keep her composure. “When I was… single…” she manages. “That’s… about two of those… three years.” Shelets out a moan as my lips find the junction of her pelvis and thigh.“Knox…”

“Is that where you want my mouth, Harlow?” I kiss further down the same area. “You want me to keep teasing you like this?” She shakes her head, unable to speak right now. “Use your words, Lo.”

“No…” she says just above a whisper.

“No what?” I ask. If she wants me, she’ll need to be open about it. I’m in control here.

“No…” She lets out another moan as I kiss further in now. “That’s not where I want your mouth.”

“You want it right here, don’t you?” I kiss directly on top of her lace-covered clit before nipping at the fabric.

“Yes!”

I stand up now, placing a bruising kiss on her lips as my hands rip the panties from her legs, letting them fall to her feet.“Get on the bed, Harlow.”

I swear I could come from the desire in her eyes alone. She wants thisbad.

We both position ourselves on the mattress, and she rests her head on a pillow as my lips meet her neck. I suck on the skin, and she arches, pressing her naked body against my bare chest.

With one hand on the mattress for support, I take the other and trace up her thigh, stopping when I reach her drenched pussy. “You’re fucking dripping, Harlow.” I slip a finger inside as she gasps. “That all for me?” I ask, lips brushing against hers.

“All for you,” she says, moaning as I start to rhythmically move my finger.“And all because of you, Knox.”

“Good answer,” I say as I pull her bottom lip between my teeth. Harlow moans again, and my dick twitches, aching for some contact, some friction. Friction that she ends up providing when she cups me over my pants.

“You need some relief, Knox,” she says, kissing my neck. “I can help with that.”

“Not yet,” I reply, looking into her eyes. “You come first, Harlow. Now…” I remove my finger from its place inside her and bring it up to her lips. “Open.” She obeys, opening just wide enough for me to slip my finger inside. “Now taste yourself, Lo, and tell me how fucking good you are.”

She licks my finger clean, and that has me wondering how good that tongue would feel running up and down my cock.

“How do you taste, Harlow?” I rasp.

“Delicious,” she says with a malicious smile. I’ve never been with somebody as confident as her, and I’m fucking loving this.

“Good,” I reply, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Now spread your legs so I can finally taste that perfect cunt.” She quickly obeys. “Good fucking girl.”

Harlow told me a few weeks ago that she’s never been praised in bed. Oh, but she fuckinglovesit.

Her eyes go dark, and she slowly moves her hands to her chest, playing with her nipples while I sink back on the bed, leveling myself with her core.

Her eyes meet mine as I take my tongue and slowly stroke it up her slit.“Fuuuck,”I say before swiping at her again. “You taste so fucking sweet.”

“Knox…” she moans. “Oh God…”

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