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She shifts and stretches. “Let’s do it.”
The conversation is over. And with that visual of her dark hair spreading over my white sheets, I lose my patience with talk.
“I’ll call my attorney and have a contract drawn up,” I murmur as I prowl my way up her body, spreading her legs with my knees and making some mental notes about clauses to insert to make the most of having Harlow close. “How about we get back to the situation at”—I pause when she wraps her fingers around my stiff, aching cock—“ah…hand.”
Everything this woman does to me feels new and mind-blowing—like an experience I’m going to want to repeat.
Harlow grins as she teases me with tormentingly slow strokes. “You mean sex?”
“Yeah,” I choke out, fisting the condom wrapper so hard the corner of the foil packet jabs my palm. “I need to be inside you.”
“But I want to explore you and—”
“Later,” I bark as I loom above her and rip the square open with my teeth. “Let me fuck you, then you can do whatever you want to me.”
The laugh that slips past her lips is light and infectious, but I can’t share in the jolly while she’s jacking up my need with that molasses stroke. Instead, I’m single-minded as I get the condom open and roll it down my length. Then—finally—I press my naked body on hers and turn my entire focus her way. My hot stare drills down into her eyes as I settle my full weight between her legs.
As I glide my cock against her slick sex, her laughter dies. “Noah?”
The tremble in her voice both worries and thrills me. But her expression doesn’t convey fear at all, just pure sexual desire.
“What, baby?”
“Hurry.”
So despite that massive orgasm I gave her five minutes ago, she’s already restless and achy again? Excellent.
I clench my fingers in her hair. “Absolutely.”
When I dip my head to capture her lips, I root around to align my cock with her soft opening. As if she were a magnet for my iron-hard dick, I find the right spot almost immediately and begin to sink the head inside. I test my welcome—an inch in, an inch out. Repeat the process. She’s like warmed silk gripping me, and when she rolls her hips and digs her nails into my back in silent demand for more, I can’t stop the groan that tears from my chest.
I also can’t stop myself from plunging completely into her with one harsh, teeth-baring stroke. But once I’m in?Oh, god… Have I ever felt anything half as euphoric as being inside Harlow? I’m thinking she must feel the same since she gives me a long moan and tosses her head back. Her lips part. Her nails pierce my skin. Her legs wrap around me tight. Her pussy envelops me like a wet dream.
I want to do her slow and do her right, hold out until she comes a couple of times, chanting my name in dazed satisfaction. The minute I feel her all around me, I know that’s not going to happen.
“I won’t hold back.”
“Thank god,” she breathes.
“Grab on tight.”
She grips my shoulders with even more insistent fingers as I drag my palms down her body to lift her hips into my waiting hands. I watch her face. Harlow meets my stare. Her eyes are a dark, hypnotic green, and I’m ensnared. I’m ensorcelled.
I’m screwed.
That’s my last thought before I crash into her, full force, one unrelenting stroke after another—until the bed rattles, until she begins to flush rosy once more, until she makes the sexiest little whimpers at the back of her throat. Until she tightens on me like she’s close to climax.
Pleasure isn’t even the right word to describe the sensations coursing through my body and screaming down my spine. It’s more than bliss, more than ecstasy. It’s not like anything I’ve ever felt. I’m dizzy. I’m breathless. Every inch of my skin feels seared with fiery tingles. But it’s worse because I swear I feel her inside me, too. Like she’s squeezing my thudding heart. Like she’s cutting a deep valley through my soul.
What the hell is going on?
I don’t know but I can’t stop. I’m compelled to thrust deeper, harder, build the need higher. And as if some force bigger than both of us is coercing her, too, she nips at my shoulder, kisses my neck, skimming her lips over my jaw, all but trying to inhale me.
It’s the single most erotic experience of my life.
Unfortunately, it can’t last. I’m burning too hot, too bright. Too close to the edge.
“Harlow?” I growl out the question between a hard thrust and the next, which is even rougher. I can’t stop drilling into her. It’s as if some primal part of me is convinced I can somehow leave my stamp of ownership on her and make her mine.
