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After another second and feeling the way her pussy grips me, I start to move. I hold her down, thrusting inside her over and over. Her eyes close and she moans again. I move my free hand down between us and rub her clit.
I’m so fucking close.
I want her to come again, this time around my dick.
“Harlow,” I urge her. “Come, baby. Come again.”
Her eyes close and she takes her lower lip between her teeth. “I’m going to come,” she moans and I increase pressure on her clit.
I feel her tighten. “Yes, that’s it, Harlow, let go.”
And she does.
I thrust harder, chasing my own release, which comes in record time. The feel of her pussy milking me is too much. I surrender to it, taking the last moment of bliss, and work to catch my breath.
That was…whoa.
After a few seconds I lift my head to look at her. Her hair is spread out on her pillow, her lips are swollen, and a lazy smile plays on her face.
Her eyes open and she lets out a soft chuckle. “If that’s being on the naughty list, I’m never coming off.”
I laugh and rub my nose against hers. “Are you okay?”
“I’m glorious. I’m pretty sure I heard angels sing on that last one.”
“Me too.”
“Glory be to God and all that.”
“Pretty sure God wasn’t with us, but I’m open to you thinking I’m close to being one,” I tease.
“You earned it.”
I kiss her once and then reluctantly get off the bed. When I glance back at her, she’s now clutching a pillow and curling herself up. Her ex is a goddamn fool, and I’m very happy he is.
Seven
HARLOW
Best. Sex. Ever.
Like, ever, ever.
People write songs about the sex we just had and they aren’t sad ones. Jesus, who knew I could have multiples?
I want to scream into the pillow but manage to pull myself together. I told him I wasn’t crazy, and that might give him some doubts. But this day has been a whirlwind and I’m not really sure how to process it all.
First, I had mind-blowing sex. That in itself is worth screaming about.
Second, I really freaking like him. Michael is fun and even though he’s a little naughty, sometimes it’s good to balance the goodness I tend to lean toward. I’m always the good girl, doing what people ask, finding them love, blah, blah. Maybe putting my tiara away and grabbing the broomstick will be a change that leads to more fun.
And by fun I mean multiples.
Third, I am not a one-night-stand girl, and this is a problem.
My sexual conquests always have meaning, and I at least know the guy a little, but I don’t know Michael at all. But he’s sweet, he can put a tree up, and he must have at least some feelings toward me, right?
Do I ask him to stay?
