Page 89 of The Decision


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“Fuck…” Harlow sank down on the couch, removing his finger from Simon’s mouth and changing his position so he could thrust up into Simon while Simon worked him in small, tight circles. “Fuck, baby, I’m coming…”

The statement sent sparks down Simon’s spine. He shivered and bore down on Harlow, wanting to take his knot.Needingit.

“Oh, fuck yeah, I’m knotting you,” Harlow uttered. He grabbed Simon’s hips and pushed him down, forcing his cock in as deep as it could go. The new pressure threatened to split Simon in two, and he panted and squirmed as he struggled to take it all.

Good. Sogood.

The emptiness inside didn’t feel so empty when Harlow filled him like this—used him like this.

He wanted more.

“Come,” Simon begged. “Come in me. Flood me. Make medrownin it.”

Harlow grunted and bucked, and his knot stretched Simon, fitting in right behind Simon’s ring. Gluttonous, Simon squirmed and pushed, wanting it as deep as possible—wanting Harlow to break him. It grew bigger, pushing Simon to his limits, until, with a final pulse, it stopped expanding.

They were locked together.

Cum flowed between them. Simon tasted it on his tongue from when Harlow had fed him, and now he felt it flow into him, seeding him. Near tears from pleasure, he pushed down onto Harlow’s lap, inviting the knot deeper. More.More.He needed more. Soaking his insides, soiling him,claiminghim.

“Keep coming,” Simon begged. A tear escaped from between his eyelids, running down his cheek. He spoke in frantic whispers, too afraid to raise his voice any louder. “Don’t stop. Never stop. I’m dirty. I’mfilthy.I need your cum. Ineedit.”

Harlow’s cum was inside him. Harlow’scum.Simon panted and hung his head, bouncing his hips, wanting Harlow’s knot deeper. If it took him all night, he’d drain Harlow’s balls. He’d get Harlow to knot him again and again until he was shooting blanks. He’d take it all.

He wasgreedy.

“Fuck,” Harlow whispered, voice strained. Simon wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but he could have sworn he felt Harlow’s cock pulse as he came again. “Oh, fuck, Kid…”

“I’m your slut,” Simon whispered. He was so far gone that the things he said were things he’d normally never dare to say out loud—secret sentiments that had lived inside him for so long, they were second nature. He nuzzled against Harlow’s ear and spoke in whispers meant only for him. “For the rest of my life, you can keep me in your bed and use me however you want, whenever you want, as long as you promise to keep coming inside me… to keep giving me that knot.”

Harlow moaned. He pushed Simon’s hips, and Simon wiggled them back and forth, hoping to entice him to come again.

“Can you give me more?” Simon’s voice came out more puerile than he’d intended, but the tone didn’t matter to him so much as the message. He set his hands on Harlow’s shoulders and bounced as best he could with the knot lodged in his ass. “Can you give me more, H? Want it so bad… wanna be yours for now, forever, for always…”

Harlow stifled another moan, this one more savage than the last. It rolled behind his teeth like a growl. Simon was no beauty, but Harlow was happy to play his beast—brutish, hulking, and driven to breed. He lifted Simon from the couch, even as his knot still locked the two of them together, and carried him as far as the air mattress before settling again. Simon was on his back this time, Harlow positioned over him. Their combined body weight thinned the mattress, and Simon felt the floor through the sheets and PVC. He hooked his legs over Harlow’s waist and was about to beg Harlow for more when Harlow started to thrust again. Simon clamped a hand over his mouth to keep from yelping.

Why did it feel so good?

Why did Harlow always feel so amazing?

“I don’t care if it takes me the rest of the night,” Harlow growled. He nipped Simon’s ear and kept thrusting, his knot knocking all the right places, his cock pushing his cum deep. “If you want it, if you wantme,I’m going to pump you so full there won’t be room for more.”

It was all Simon wanted—all he could ask for.

The night filled with the sounds of muffled moans and the squeak as the air mattress dragged across the floor.