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Humming.

Good fucking Lord Almighty.

The vibrations travel down my dick, and I’m about to explode.

I pull her off of me as quickly as I can. “Nope, not coming like that.” I take her hands and move her closer. “Coming in your pussy. Turn around and sit on me.”

“I like watching you lose control,” she says, her back to my chest, as she slowly lowers herself on my cock. She moans loudly when I’m fully seated inside her.

I groan as I look across the room again. “Fuck, Harlow. Look.” I turn her face and point it toward the mirror. “Open your eyes and look how fucking well we fit together.”

“You fit perfectly,” she replies, absolutely breathless, as I start moving her up and down my dick, my hands grasping her hips with force. She leans her head back on my shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.

“Watch, Harlow,” I say roughly, and her eyes shoot open. “Watch how well you take me. There you go. That’s my fucking girl.”

Harlow sighs at the praise. “This feels so good.”

“Yeah,” is all I can manage in response. I’m so fucking close, but I’m not coming until she does.

I slip my hand between her thighs as she starts grinding on me, and I’m going to lose my fucking mind any second.

“Need to get you off first,” I growl. “Come for me, baby.”

“Uh… huh…,” she moans as my thumb brushes her clit. One more flick, and her pussy is fluttering around me.

“Yes, that’s it. Such a good girl for me, Harlow.”

“Now you,” she says as she’s slowly coming down from her orgasm, still grinding her pussy all over my cock. “Be a good boy and fill me up, Knox.”

Good boy.

Never in my life has someone called me a good boy in bed.

Apparently, though, I like that because before I know it, I’m coming harder than I ever have.

I’m screaming her name as I spill everything I have into her slick, warm pussy.

That feeling is unlike anything else. Absolutelyeuphoric.

And really fucking intimate.

Harlow’s leaning back against me as I lean forward, placing my head on her shoulder. “Goddammit. I think you just killed me.”

“I’ll give the eulogy at your funeral,” she lightly laughs. “Knox Spencer died doing what he loved best—giving incredible orgasms.”

I howl with laughter before I find her mouth with mine, kissing her deeply as I slowly slide my dick out of her. I quickly lay her down beside me, positioning her on her back with her ass at the edge of the bed.

“What are you doing?” she says, amused as she watches me fall to my knees in between her legs, spreading them wide. “You want to see again, huh?”

“Yeah,” I admit. “Love seeing my cum drip out of your sweet cunt.” I place sloppy kisses up the inside of her thigh, inching closer to her core. “Want to clean you up, too.”

“Wha-” Her words are cut off by a moan as I stroke my tongue up her pussy, tasting myself as my release seeps out of her. I press my face against her, driving my tongue deeper and lapping up both of our arousals. “Damn, that’s hot.”

I laugh against her core. “You’re getting wetter, aren’t you, pretty girl? You’re getting wet from me eating my own cum out of your perfect, little pussy.”

“Fuck, Knox… this is so good.”

I push my tongue further in, sucking as much of my release out of her as I can. With my mouth full, I stand up and hover over Harlow, tapping her mouth with my finger. She opens, and I spit inside before kissing her, letting us both taste how fucking sweet we are together as our tongues battle for dominance.

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