The Owner's Box

Chapter 35

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Isabella Saint POV

"Here," I said, reaching into my backpack and pulling out a zip and some organic blunt wraps. I hand the weed and wraps to Harlow.

Harlow stood there, staring at me. "What?" I asked, zipping my bag up and placing it beside me.

"You never bring weed," she laughed.

"Oh, it's a special occasion. A night of firsts, if you will," I smirked at her. I connected to Harlow's house speaker via Bluetooth and turned on something chill for us to listen to.

As Harlow finished rolling the blunts, I grabbed us some drinks. Soon, we were chilling on the couch, high as hell, laughing and talking.

"Saint, you're staring," Harlow giggled.

"Keep on, and I'ma giggle you right up out them underwear," I laughed, taking the blunt from her.

"Okay," Harlow said, still laughing.

We kept talking, and suddenly, a thought popped into my head.

"I be wishing I could get you pregnant. You think I could get you pregnant if I tried hard enough?" I asked, letting my high thoughts take over, making Harlow laugh again.

"You're high."

"Hell yeah, but you know, I don't care if we both got pussies, I'm trying to get you pregnant tonight.

Come on, let me get you pregnant real quick," I said, picking up my backpack.

"Uh-huh," she said, still laughing as she put the blunt out.

I grabbed her hand and led her to her bedroom.

Harlow was still giggling as I pulled her along. "You're ridiculous," she said.

"Maybe," I smirked, dropping my bag at the foot of the bed. "But you love it."

She rolled her eyes, still laughing softly, but her body language said something else entirely.

Harlow's laughter finally faded as she stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me.

We start by getting her shirt off, and her bra quickly follows. My hands immediately find their way to her nipples, teasing them gently as Harlow lets out a soft moan.

She leans down, and our lips connect. I move quickly to take off her pants as our tongues meet in a heated exchange.

Finally, I got her pants and briefs off, reaching between us to feel her wetness.

"Ah," she moans softly as I trail my fingers up and down her slit, feeling how wet she is. I remove my hand from her and place it in my mouth, just to get a taste of her.

I lead Harlow onto the bed and gently push her down, positioning her in the middle. Quickly stripping off my own clothes, I grab the scarf I had tucked in my pocket. As I climb onto the bed, I crawl toward Harlow, stopping when I reach her. Straddling her once more, this time naked.

"Um," I moan softly as our lips meet again. I trail my nails up and down her back as I begin to grind against her.

"You feel good," Harlow murmurs into my mouth.

"Mmhm," I reply, taking the scarf and carefully bringing it to her eyes, tying it securely behind her head. Harlow doesn't protest—if anything, she smiles as I finish tying the knot.

When I'm finished with the scarf, I line my center up with hers. Gliding myself against her.

"Mhm," she moans out as we both grind against one another. "Fuck," I mumble lowly to myself.