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“Lie down, Harlow,” he says abruptly.

Before I can respond, one of his hands leaves my head and presses me back onto the mattress. I keep the toy snug around his cock as he moves between my knees. He puts more lube on his hand and—

Oh my gosh, he’s touching me.

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Harlow

Killian’s warm hand smears the slick lube between my legs.

“I’m gonna get you off, too. It’s only fair.”

I blink and nod fast.

That is true. I’m doing it for him, he can do it for me. Yes.

I nod again for some reason, fast and dumb.

Two fingers slide into my entrance, and his thumb presses against my clit, doing steady circles.

“Hold it for me, Harlow. Right here.”

I do as he says, clutching the tube above my hips. He thrusts into the tube, forcing it down his shaft through my clenched hands.

I hate it.

Even with his fingers inside of me, I ache for the real thing.

“Good, Harlow. Just like that.”

I hate that, too.

“Call me baby,” I say, my tone more demanding than intended.

His crooked smile flashes.

“It’ll help me get off,” I explain, trying to sound as cool about this as he is.

“Okay, baby.”

I lay my head back and freaking melt. He fucks the toy through my hands, his thighs brushing mine with every slow thrust. His body heat warms my skin. He’s so damn close.

Suddenly, his fingers pull out.

I lift my head.

His fingertip slides lower, pressing against my asshole.

“Uh! No, Killian!”

“Shh,” he says, calm and smooth.

He massages the tight muscle while his thumb swirls around my clit.

“It’ll help me get off,” he says, mimicking my words.

“That’s not funny,” I whisper. “I’ve never done that.”