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Backing her against the railing, I take possession of her mouth again and shamelessly rub my cock against her stomach until she grabs it with her small hands and pumps up and down my length a few times.

“Fuck, Clover. You feel so damn good. I missed you so much. Don’t ever fucking leave me again.”

“I won’t.” Again, her lips are back on mine, and I can’t stop touching her or stop thrusting into her hands.

“I need to feel your pussy, Clover. I need to feel you tight around me, squeezing me. To make you mine,now.” I growl into her mouth and grip her hair.

“Yes. I want to feel you stretch inside me. I want you to fill my pussy and come inside me.”

“Turn around,” I tell her while guiding her to grab onto the railing of the balcony. She does as I instruct. She’s always mouthy and bossy outside the bedroom, but as soon as I have her naked and wet, she does exactly as I command. I know it’s not because she’s trying to please me, but because she knows I want to please her. And she fucking loves it. Because I know how to please my woman. Know every stroke and thrust that will send her crashing into her climax.

“Like this?” She asks and bends over, presenting her ass to me. The bandage still on her right cheek. A hot surge of rage bursts through me. I want to kill and fuck all at once. Wanting to claim her as mine. Fuck her, make love to her, fill her with me, so she forgets him and what he did. I know he didn’t touch her pussy, and that is the only thing keeping me from jumping off the balcony and running naked to his penthouse this moment to beat him to death with my rock-hard cock. That sounds bad, but I mean it in a completely non-sexual way. I’m just that fucking hard for this woman that my steel shaft could easily be used as a blunt force object.

“Just like that sweet cheeks.” I’m careful not to grip her cut and bandage as I rub my cock along her slick wet folds. She’s dripping wet for me and feels like Aphrodite herself sucking me into heaven. Sliding up and down my length, the crown of my cock spreading her pussy, coating me in her arousal.

Sparks of pleasure fill my vision. I can see the pleasure my cock is feeling. Fuckingseeit in gold glitter and small sparks like tiny fireworks swirling around us. Then there are the butterflies. Pink and blue with gold stardust fluttering off their wings as they flutter about, circling Clover and me.

“Sparkling butterflies,” I say out loud, or at least I think I do. Right now, I don’t really know what the fuck I’m doing. Except when I feel Clover shift back against me, rubbing her throbbing pussy up and down my cock. Then I ignore the fucking butterflies and turn my attention back to my girl in front of me in my hands and on my cock. And so deep inside my heart, she practically part of my physiology.

“Fuck baby. You’re perfect. I want to feel all of you. Do you want me to slide my cock inside you?” I may be high as a fucking kite and can feel the wind making love to my ass cheeks, but I remember her dirty mouth and how she likes it.

“Yes, Nix. God, you’re going to make me come just rubbing your cock on my clit.” Her breaths are quick, and she moans with every thrust of my hips. Sliding my cock through her again. This time I make sure to rub the tip over her clit, and she screams. Pretty sure our neighbors heard her even half an acre away. I don’t care. I need to make her do it again.

“Aaahhh, fuck yes, right there. I’m going to come. Nix, do it again.” Her screams and moans have my cock hurting to be inside her, but I want to make her come on me first. Then I’ll use her juices to slide deep inside her tight heat. Rubbing her clit with my cock, I press up and stay there, pumping the crown on her sensitive nub until she’s screaming my name. I can feel her cum coating every inch of my throbbing erection.

“Holy fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come just rubbing against you.” Without another word, I pull back and can’t stop myself from slamming balls deep inside her. Forcing another scream of pleasure from Clover as she grips the railing and thrusts backward onto my cock. Wanting me inside her as much as I do.

I let out a thunderous growl as I pull out and slam back into her. Her slick pussy is hot, velvety, and still pulsing from her first orgasm as I pump in and out of her. Fuck me. I’ve fucked while high before, but not like this. Harley is taking this to a whole new level of pleasure. My balls are so damn tight they feel like billiard balls hanging between my legs. Slapping Clovers pussy and clit with each and every pound. I can’t slow. I can’t stop. It feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and not just because I’m high, but because it’s with Clover.

“Yes, Nix. Harder, harder.” She screams at me while reaching back and grabbing my wrist that’s firmly latched onto her hip. I can feel my climax building. My cock impossibly hard inside Clover’s pussy. Every ridge of my cock can feel every flex of her channel. Every slick inch of skin against mine. I should probably be concerned that there’s no condom but fuck if I can think responsibly at the moment. Nothing and no one could stop us at this point. We’re so far gone in each other we’re on another fucking planet.

“Fuck I’m gonna come soon, baby. I need you to come again on my cock.”

“Yes. Fuck I’m so close.” She is. Her channel is starting to tighten around my shaft, and I can feel her about to break the cusp on her second orgasm. Just as she reaches between her legs, cups my balls, and squeezes, my orgasm rips through me.

“Fuuuucckk. Clover, goddamn it—I’m coming.”

“Me too.” She moans as her pussy clamps down on my cock, pulses with her release, and we come together so goddamn hard I see stars.

My cock is still spurting inside her, and I’m still pumping my hips into her, coaxing every last fucking drop out. It feels like I’m coming forever, draining myself inside her, and she’s taking it, wanting more. Her legs are shaking with the aftershocks of her climax, my head is spinning, and I can’t see straight.

My cock is still buried inside her, and I don’t want to pull out, but I need to sit down before I fall off the balcony. Sliding out of her warm heat, I take two steps back, pulling her with me. I collapse on the deck chair and pull Clover onto my lap. Burying my face in her neck and inhaling the scent of her arousal.

We’re both silent and spent gasping for air until our heart rates both synchronize. Not slowing to normal since the Harley won’t let them. I’m still alert, hyper-focused, and super hypersensitive. Even the soft brush of Clover's leg against my softening cock stirs it back to life.

In the quiet moment of the fall night, I hold Clover close to me. Trying to ignore the hardening and impatient steel rod between my thighs, so I can feel her. The silky softness of her hair, the soft velvet of her skin, and the warm heat of her breath on my neck. Fuck I love this woman, and I need to tell her. It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I choke it back. Not now, not while we’re both high and riding the Harley train, later after we come down so she won’t run away from me.

Within minutes Clover is once more running her hands all over me, searching and memorizing. Running her fingers along my tattoos and then licking them. Turning in my lap, she positions herself, straddling my hips, her wet center pressed against my cock, which is once again almost completely hard. This Harley shit is amping up everything. Before I know it, Clover is fisting my dick and positioning it at her entrance again. This time, she slides down, forcing me inside her. It only takes a few minutes of her riding me like a wild stallion for us both to come again. My hips pistoning into her, giving her what she wants.

After that, I carry her inside, and it doesn’t stop there. We do it again at least two more times on my floor and my bed. Finally wearing ourselves out enough to pass out wrapped around one another in my bed. Smelling of sweat and sex.

Chapter 19

Clover

Athe rock-hard and very heavy body is wrapped around mine. Thick muscle-bound arms lay snug around my waist, and I can feel warm breath tickling the back of my neck. Nix sleeps soundly behind me, his body limp and worn from our night of marathon fucking. Because that’s what it was. It was great, amazing, revitalizing, freeing even. Until I remember what started it all, and shame washes over me.

I relapsed.

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