Chapter Seven
Max
Staring at Harlow, I clung to my control. She felt better than I could’ve even imagined—hot, slick, and so tight, I almost came from simply sinking inside of her.
I wanted to watch her fly apart again. I slid one hand down to grip her hip, holding her in place. Lifting the other, I brushed her hair back from her face, savoring her shiver. Running my hand through her hair and down her spine, I cupped her sweet a*s, pulling her closer. When I thought I had enough control, I drew back and sank inside of her—again and again and again.
“Touch yourself,” I murmured.
The words simply slipped out. Reaching between us, her finger slipped into her glistening folds, and I watched as she pressed over her pink, swollen clit. She cried out, her channel throbbing around me. My own
