“So hard,” she moans, licking her lips like the master seductress she is.
“All for you.”
I don’t give her a chance to respond, because I pull her from the wall. I’ve never been inside her house so I have no idea which room is which, but I’m so desperate I’d take her in her fucking garage right now if it had a decent surface.
I find her living room and lower her to her feet. Slipping my fingers into the waistband of her shorts, I push both those and her knickers down her thighs until they pool around her ankles.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Colour hits her cheeks, and it only makes her that much more breathtaking.
She stands naked as I run my eyes over her, my body still fully covered, but she doesn’t bat an eyelid. Her nipples are peaked and her chest heaves. I know that if I were to run a finger through her folds then she would be soaked for me.
When my eyes come back up to her face, she quirks an eyebrow at me.
“Are you just going to stand there staring or…”
She hasn’t finished her question before I reach behind me and pull my t-shirt over my head, quickly followed by toeing off my shoes and dropping my trousers and boxers to the floor.
I kick myself free of the fabric before crushing my body to hers. My hands are everywhere—I have no idea where I want to touch first. Our kiss is frenzied as we both try to take what we need even though we already know that it’ll never be enough.
Or at least I hope that’s what she’s thinking too.
She moans for more and my cock weeps.
“Turn around,” I demand in her ear. She shudders as my breath tickles her sensitive skin, but she does as she’s told.
Resting her forearms against the back of the sofa, she sticks her arse out temptingly toward me and I groan at the sight.
“You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”
She chuckles before moving her legs wider and arching her back.
“Fucking shit.”
Stepping forward, I run my fingers through her wetness before dipping them into her to ensure she’s ready.
“Corey,” she moans, grinding down on my fingers, trying to find more.
“Patience,” I mutter, although I must admit that I’m feeling less than patient myself right now.
She groans and continues moving her hips until I remove my fingers.
“Please, Corey. You can’t turn up here like this and not… fuuuuck.”
I thrust into her in one move. I take her hip in one hand, my fingers digging into her skin, while the other slides into her hair, pulling as her back arches.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants as I start moving.
Her walls ripple around me, squeezing me so tight that 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 further 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 like so many other parts of my life to deal with at a later time. This right now is about actions, 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. 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 semihard, 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, her lips brush my jaw until she reaches my ear.
“Would you like to see my bedroom?”
“It’s not your bedroom I’m all that interested in, Vixen.”
“Let’s take this upstairs just in case Bailey’s date doesn’t go as well as she hoped.”
My eyes widen. I’d not even considered her roommate.
“You make me lose my mind,” I mutter as she points to the stairs. I
