Neo keeps going, not letting Harlow down with her three orgasms rule. I used to think it was stupid because who has time to have that many climaxes in all the odd places they do it, but I guess being sensitive from the first and never having time to recover lowers the time it takes.
Neo keeps fucking her, making her move against my cock, and I know I’m gonna cum if I don’t move. But I can't move, not now. Harlow finds her release again, letting out a softer moan, and by the third song, I'm sweating, panting, and desperate to cum, and the look on Neo’s face says he is too with the way he's biting his lip.
“God yes,” Harlow screams as she falls apart in my arms during her final climax, triggering Neo. He lets out a hard grunt as he stills, cumming inside her. His hips start to move a little again as he gets the last of his release out.
Harlow untangles herself from Neo, then fixes her shorts that are probably already filling with their combined release. Not sure if that bothers her, though.
My hands are still on her hips, and she places hers over mine, then grinds her ass against my hard length, making me groan. I didn’t cum, and fuck if it doesn’t hurt to be in this state right now.
“Poor Cassy Boy didn't get to cum,” she coos, her lips grazing my neck, making me shudder. “That just won't do. It’s only fair.”
She starts to dance, making sure that her ass is pressed against my cock good and hard. I breathe heavily into her neck, not daring to kiss it like I so desperately want to.
It doesn’t take me long until I’m gripping her hips once again, and probably harder than I should, while I cum so fucking hard that I almost black out, leaving a big wet patch in my jeans. Like that won’t be noticeable. At least the club is dark.
“There, that's better,” she giggles when she turns around to look at my crotch.
“Fuck,” I breathe, running my hand through my hair. “That was...”
“I know; no need to thank me,” she winks, and I grin, shaking my head. “Come on, boys, let’s go find dumb and dumber."
Neo barks out a laugh as we follow our Queen through the crowd, and everyone parts for her, knowing who she is and that she is not to be fucked with. If it were anyone else, they probably would have been caught and kicked out of the club for what we did. But Queenie owns Kingston Heights and everything in it. You don't challenge the Queen unless you're ready for it to be off with your head.