My hands skim up her thighs to her sides and squeeze there, just above her hip bones. “No, I don’t. Sex is just a physical act. You, Harlow, are what gives it meaning.”
I can’t help myself and roll my hips just once as I steer her up my cock and back down again.
She moans, and that moan brings a smirk to my lips.
“It’s good, isn’t it, baby?” I say. “I told you it would be.”
“Ian,” she draws my name out into a keen as she really starts to move. I watch as she slides up and down, my cock glistening with her wetness, her breasts bouncing as she takes me. She arches her back as she moves, her ribs rippling under her skin, and I know I’m a goner.
I’ll never have enough of her, and that’s not supposed to be me. I’m the guy who gives as good as he gets with an honest reputation for Greet and Meats, not girlfriends. I’ve eaten a girl out in the coat closet of a yacht as we hid away from the party and her husband. I’ve fucked waitresses in the bathrooms of Michelin-recognized restaurants as they’ve bitten my hand to stifle their screams. This past summer I got a blowie from the little princess of an Italian mafioso under the threat of dismemberment if caught.
But with Harlow, there is no turning back. Everything has meaning when I’m with her. The sun shines brighter. The music plays louder. The world is clearer, and fuck me, but I don’t want to go back to the way it was.
Her riding my dick is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen, and my heart hammers wildly, my pulse throbbing inside my veins. My fingers intertwine with hers as she rides me.
“Ian,” she breathes, my name a whisper on her lips.
“I’m here,” I growl, pumping my hips off the bed to meet her. She quivers around my cock. I take a hand away and slide two fingers into my mouth before massaging her clit.
My name kisses her lips again.
“I’m right here, baby,” I say, jerking beneath her, my cock desperate to flip her over and fuck her senseless.
She rocks on top of me, the swirl of her hips fluid.
“Fuck,” I grind out as she picks up speed, riding me hard. “That’s right, sweetness. Just like that.”
Her hair is wild, untamed locks falling everywhere. My cock is throbbing, desperate to come. Her pattern grows hectic and unsteady. I take my hands and grab her ass, but God, I can’t just lay here.
I want to watch her come.
I lean up and thrust my hips against hers, fucking her back. Our skin slaps together, our bodies sweaty, our breath ragged.
Her whole body is shaking, and I know she’s close, so close, to coming. My cock is so hard it’s almost painful. I have to come, but not before I get it from her first.
I want every one of her orgasms devoted to me until the end of my days. I want to die buried in her sweet pussy.
“Scream for me, Harlow,” I growl, my voice nearly unrecognizable, just grit and ash.
My hips piston, thrusting upward, slamming the head of my cock into her core, and I must be hitting that spot just right by the way she moans. I kiss her, our teeth knocking as I taste the saltiness of my cum and the orange juice I made her drink this morning between rounds.
She braces herself on my shoulders, and I catch the moment she looks down to see my cock sliding into her. The sight ignites her, and she’s riding me like a madwoman, her breasts jiggling wildly, her lips parted. With every rotation, she lets out a little ah that sets fire to my veins.
My patience is gone, nonexistent. I have to come, but first I need her to come. I grab her ass and roll her over, pinning her beneath me as I slam into her.
“Bad girl,” I growl, lifting up on my knees and grabbing each of her legs and hiking them over my shoulders. “I said I want you to scream for me.”
“Oh, God,” she says.
I know she likes it this way. It’s deep and hard and I give it to her just the way she likes it. She clenches around my cock, but she hasn’t found nirvana yet, so I keep pounding into her, wrapping my arms around her legs as I mercilessly fuck her.
“Ohhhh, Ian,” she moans.
“You like that, baby?” I ask though I know she does. I don’t stop my hips though. My cock might commit an act of treason and desert me if I stop right now. “You want me to fuck you deep?”
“God…Oh…” she is delirious, floating somewhere among the stars as I continue to slam into her. The bed creaks with my thrusts, the headboard knocking into the wall that we dented last night.
My balls rock against her, and I know she needs more from me in this moment because she is not giving it up, and I will not admit defeat. My Harlow likes a little lovemaking with her fucking.
It takes everything I have, but I stop and slide out of her so tortuously slow that we both groan, until I’m just barely inside.
As she watches, I turn my head and pepper each of her knees with kisses, licking away the sweat that’s slick on her skin.
Her eyes are heavy lidded, but I don’t miss the way her breath hitches with every kiss.
Fuck. I need to come.
I slam into her again. My hips are wild as I pound into her, grabbing the headboard with one hand and using it for leverage. Sweat slides over our bodies and by the way she moans, I know I’m hitting that oh-so-perfect spot.
She quivers beneath me and then explodes, screaming as she fists my dick.
I continue to drive into her, past her shuddering walls, and finally, let myself come.
Her legs tremble and my cock pulses inside her
