Page 29 of Crave: A Reverse Harem Romance

Every second with her had been pure bliss. This was, by far, my hottest sexual encounter. She was a beauty of a woman and so talented in bed.

“Oh my God,” Harlow moaned. “I wasn’t supposed to be here. I promised myself I’d never come back.”

I slowed down my speed a little so I could actually speak. I didn’t stop fucking her, of course. Nothing could make me stop now. Not until I made her come.

“Then why did you?” I asked seriously, as I rolled my hips, slowly thrusting.

She gave me a cheeky smile. “Because… I couldn’t resist. I had a need.”

“And am I fulfilling it?’ I asked her.

She grinned. “So, so well.”

I resumed my speed, immediately making her moan again. The best kind of moan, the kind that told me I’d hit a particularly nice spot.

So I did my best to keep hitting it, to keep pumping her in that exact same way. I could tell she was loving every second of it, and so was I. Her pussy was wrapped tightly around my cock. I loved being this close to her, being inside her.

Fuck, she was addictive. Intoxicating.

I lowered my head to begin kissing her neck as I felt all over her body. It was perfect. She had these large, gorgeous breasts on a petite little frame. I loved the way they felt rolling around in my hand. This was all I’d dreamed about doing since I first saw her on the security camera, gorgeous as she was.

I just couldn’t control myself with her. She was special. She was different from any woman I’d ever met before, and I had met a lot of women outside of the club. But I had never felt like I had to have any of them.

Not up until now, anyway.

It was hot, actually, the way I was breaking all my rules for her. Fucking her in my office even though I promised myself I’d never even hit on a woman at Crave.

“You’re so big,” she panted. “I love the way you feel inside me.”

I grinned as I began hitting that pussy even harder, biting down on her neck even though we both knew it was gonna result in a mark. She didn’t seem to care, and frankly, neither did I. She was mine for now, for this moment, and I didn’t give a damn if the world knew that after the fact.

I probably should have put more thought into this encounter, considering Axel had already hooked up with her. It could cause a rift between us, and the last thing we needed was drama between the owners of Crave.

But I wanted her so badly that I had no control. I needed this. I’d deal with whatever fallout or consequences there might be later.

I could tell she was close to coming, and so was I. As much as I wanted to prolong our encounter, to savor each moment, she was too hot and too tight for me to contain myself.

Her legs began to tremble next to mine, and I pushed them up, holding them so I could get a better look at her pussy as my orgasm came. I wanted a good view of her. I wanted to see everything.

“Fuck, I really shouldn’t ah—” she started to repeat her sentiment from earlier, but she couldn’t even get the words out before she orgasmed.

She screamed out in pleasure. Her entire body was writhing underneath mine, like she couldn’t even control it. It was too much for her.

And it was too much for me to watch her scream and writhe and not come myself. I felt my balls tighten up against her, and I knew that any thrust now could be the one. I was going to bust.

I did just seconds later, calling out her name though I rarely made this kind of noise during sex. But this was overwhelming, very easily the best orgasm of my entire life.

I knew it would be.

It took willpower just to pull out of her. For a minute, I didn’t, loving the fact that this gorgeous woman was here in my office, nude on my desk. I knew as soon as I pulled out that it would be over and she’d probably head out the door. It had been obvious when she came up here it was only for sex. Now that she’d gotten it, I wasn’t sure she’d stick around.

Eventually, I did pull out, taking my condom off and tossing it in the trash before I looked at her again. She was smiling, wearing that happy after-sex glow. Even with her body covered in sweat and her hair a little mussed up, she was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen.

She had a graceful way about her, too. I watched her as she oh-so-carefully climbed off my desk and began to pull on her panties before going to the corner of my office and grabbing her tight red dress. That was where it had ended up after I had ripped it off of her.

“That was absolutely amazing,” I told her.

“For me, too.” She grinned. “You are… well, you’re very talented, Mr. Allen.”

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