Page 70 of Catch You

“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants as I start moving.

Her walls ripple around me, squeezing me so tight I have to fight to get control of myself.

“So fucking good,” I groan as I pull almost all the way out before thrusting back in.

I hit so deep inside her that my eyes damn near cross.

Taking the length of her hair in my fist, I pull so she has no choice but to arch farther into me. She cries out in pleasure as I hit her at a slightly different angle.

“Good, baby?”

“Fuck, so good.”

Her fingers find mine at her hip, and she threads them together as I continue my punishing pace.

The only thing that exists in my world right now is her and discovering just how loud I can make her scream.

She is exactly what I need.

I don’t allow the magnitude of that realisation to hit me. Instead, I sweep it under the rug to deal with at a later time, like so many other parts of my life. This right now is about pleasure and taking what we need. There are no feelings, no futures, not even any tomorrows. It’s just skin slapping, chest heaving, lip biting pleasure to chase away the demons that lurk in our pasts.

“Corey, Corey, Corey,” she begins to chant when her release gets closer. I don’t need her words. I feel it. She grows impossibly tight as she races towards her orgasm, and I already know that I’m going to be powerless to stop myself falling over the edge with her.

“Corey!” she cries as her pussy clamps down around me, and I lose all control, emptying myself inside her. The world falls away as I drown in everything this woman is.

My chest heaves as I come back to myself, and a trickle of sweat runs down my temple from the exertion.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, wiping at my forehead with the back of my hand.

“You can say that again,” Harlow mutters quietly where she’s half folded over the back of her sofa.

I’m still inside of her, my cock still semi-hard, and I know that in only moments I’ll be ready to go again. The tingles my orgasm left behind might still be zapping around my body, but I already know it’s not enough.

Pulling from her, I spin her and lift her into my arms—and realisation hits me.

I didn’t use a condom.

My heart thunders in my chest, but the second her eyes find mine, I relax.

“Hey,” she says, looking at me with soft, heavy-lidded eyes and pushing the thought aside.

“Surprise!”

She laughs, and my chest constricts once again in a way I’m becoming all too used to when I’m around her. “It sure was.”

“I hope you don’t mind me showing up like this.”

A wicked smile curls at her lips. “It’s a little late for that now, don’t you think?”

I shrug. “You can still kick me out, if you like.”

“Nah, I think I’ll make use of you, now you’re here.”

“Oh?”

Reaching up on her tiptoes, she brushes her lips along my jaw until she reaches my ear.

“Would you like to see my bedroom?”

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