‘I never wear panties to bed.’
‘You’re getting wet.’
She smiled and ran her hands from his shoulders to his ribs. ‘Would you like me to get off you?’
‘Off my back, yes, but once I turn around you’re welcome to get right back on.’
‘That’s very polite.’
She dug into him with her nails. The muscles in his broad back jumped. He pushed up and unseated her, then quickly dragged her beneath him. With her nightgown bunched around her waist, Quinn’s cock rested against her belly and quickly became engorged.
The creeping warmth she’d felt while straddling him quickly turned to a simmer as his hungry mouth covered every inch of her neck, and then lower. The scrape of lace across her nipple as he dragged down the front of the gown thrilled her. She lifted her shoulder and welcomed the nip of his teeth with a moan.
The wet suction of his mouth ceased. Molly turned her head and looked down, and a smile flitted at the corner of her mouth as their gazes met.
‘Maybe we should call it a night,’ he whispered, and at her incredulous look he pushed up. ‘It’s been one hell of a day.’
She reached between them and placed her hand on his erection. ‘Yes, it has.’
As she stroked her thumb through the groove at the tip, Quinn’s lashes fluttered. He shook his head slowly and pressed his lips together, then laughed breathlessly. ‘I’m trying to be a gentleman for once and let you get a well-deserved sleep.’
‘I don’t want you to be a gentleman. I don’t need a gentleman. I need that clever bastard who knows the best way to give me a well-deserved sleep is to tire me out before bed.’
She strained upwards and ran her tongue across his bottom lip. His mouth chased hers as she dropped back onto the bed. As he thrust his tongue past her lips, Molly wrapped her legs around his waist and opened up for him.
He lifted his hips and reached low. He dragged the tips of his fingers through the wetness he found, then pushed in, up to the knuckle.
‘How stupid of me.’ He lifted his head, and Molly saw that clever bastard grinning down at her. ‘I forgot what an insatiable little vixen you are.’
The force of his thrusts and the rise and fall of her hips to meet him rocked the bed. Molly grasped the covers on either side of her head and begged him for more, then cried out as he obliged her, pressing his fingers against her inner wall as he went to the knuckle each time.
She wasn’t breakable. She never had been. It was a wonderful feeling to acknowledge it, and he didn’t treat her as breakable. Even when she’d cut herself open and bled all over him, he’d never treated her like the cracked thing she’d convinced herself she was. From the start he’d seen that fearless part of herself just beneath the surface and coaxed it out.
‘What do you want from me?’ he asked, stretching his fingers at her dripping opening. ‘My cock? My tongue? Something else?’
‘Your cock,’ she said, and pressed her lips together to keep from changing her mind.
She wanted to check off every box on his list of things to do to her, but there would be time to do that a hundred times over. Right now she needed to feel the force of him driving into her. She needed to taste the sweat on his skin and the flexing of his muscles under his skin as he pumped her.
Quinn kissed her again, just as merciless as before, then pushed up onto his knees. He kept her spread open as he delved into the drawer and pulled out a condom. He was at full mast now, and not even the thin film of latex could make his cock look any less fierce.
He leaned down. Molly lifted her head to meet a kiss that didn’t come. Instead he wrapped his arms around her thighs and jerked her closer.
‘Cat’s not under the bed, is he?’
Molly laughed and shook her head. ‘No, he took off.’
‘Good, because I might just do some damage.’
She squeezed and twisted the blanket as he began slow and shallow. This torturous pace along with the firm hold on her thighs told her body who it belonged to, as did the intense gaze at where their bodies joined.
‘You know, it occurred to me last night how wrong I was,’ he said a little breathlessly. ‘I said you could make a lot of money doing what I did, and you gave it your best shot, but the truth is that you’d make a lousy call girl. You’d show your true colours in the negotiation: the money would be nothing to you compared to the fuck.’
He slid deeper, but still not deep enough to give her the slippery traction she needed, and as Molly twisted in his clutches she felt those true colours splashing across her body from the inside out, splotching and staining the surface of the skin.
She released the bedding and reached down. Hands over his, she rocked against his will at first, gaining little of his cock but rewarded with the first sign of him giving in to her. A faint line formed between his brows, and his lips puckered, and then came the surrender: lashes fluttering as he filled every inch of her pussy.
‘You’re wrong,’ she whispered. ‘I can be just as businesslike as you, except with you. I want a fuck, but it has to be this fuck.’
A smile cracked through that defeated expression. ‘You have no idea how much that sounds like what I told myself that day I walked into the hotel room and saw you there.’
He drew her legs around him, then hunched down. He devoured, tongue, lips and teeth leaving their mark on her breasts, her chest and finally her lips. Answering his hungry growl with one of her own, Molly looped her arms around his neck and matched the ferocity of his kiss, fuelled by the insistent thrust of his hips.
Quinn slipped his hands underneath her and she locked herself around him as he lifted her. As soon as they were upright, he cupped her ass and raised her.
‘I don’t think so,’ he said with a devilish smile as she bucked and tried to drive. Pushing up and down on his knees, he robbed her of the momentary control she had gained.
She grinned at him. ‘You should let me drive. You’ve seen what I can do to a man when he lets me drive.’
His answer was a hard slap on her ass and a devilish laugh. ‘You want to push me around, let’s do it, but you’ve got to earn it. You’ve got to do better than this.’
Another slap, this one hard enough to rattle her teeth. She surged up, but with her legs still wrapped around him her leverage was in his hands, and he wasn’t giving her any of it.
‘We’re getting mad, are we?’ His laughter was thrilling, with just enough mockery to give her a taste of frustration as his hand landed in the same hot spot every time.
‘You bastard – stop.’
One more jarring slap and he grasped her cheeks again. He tilted, exploiting her lack of balance by taking her weight completely.
‘Kiss me,’ he demanded.
That rasping tone made her want to surrender, and for a moment she let him think that’s what she was doing: she turned soft, ruffling her fingers in his hair, parting her lips to draw him closer. In turn, some of the wildness in Quinn seemed to be tamed.
She had him right where she wanted him, not quite yielding but unsuspecting. She brushed her mouth across his, then yanked his head back as she had done to Simon that night.
‘Ouch – ouch!’ His sharp bark of pain turned to vindictive laughter. He lifted her up until only the tip of his cock stretched her. ‘I want a nice kiss before you get any more.’
‘You are killing me.’
She ran her hands down to the scratchy stubble at his neck and bit gently on his bottom lip. With the sweep of her tongue, he let her slide over his dick just enough to regain some of that pressure against her G-spot. She tasted and teased, coaxed his tongue into her mouth and welcomed the soft exploration.
After a moment she lifted her head. ‘Nice enough?’
Quinn angled his hips and lowered her all the way. ‘Very nice. Lean back for me now.’
Her weight safely supported in his strong hands, Molly fell back onto her hands. Quinn leaned forward and hitched her knees in his elbows. His biceps flexed a
s she squeezed down. She had her freedom to move now, and in moments they’d built a frenzy.
‘You have no idea what that nightgown is doing to me right now,’ he said.
‘You ought to see me in flannel.’
‘I’m serious. You come in here looking so clean and fresh, and then you turn like some dirty housewife who just wants a wet ride.’
‘You …’ She meant to conjure a filthy name for him, but she couldn’t do it as he pumped her with a trio of hard thrusts. She lifted her head and caught his attention once more. ‘You like this better than the lingerie?’
‘You could wear a trash bag and I’d still fuck the life out of you.’
His gaze darted up and down her body and made her feel like a treat he couldn’t wait to tear apart. She dropped onto her elbows and grinned back at him as he pushed so far forward that twin licks of pain ran along the backs of her thighs and in her ass. He planted his hands on either side of her.
Molly winced, and he lowered his head. ‘Too much?’
‘I can take it,’ she assured him, then smiled up at him. ‘You won’t break me.’
As she spoke, she squeezed her inner muscles around his dick. Whatever retort he might have planned was garbled as he choked and began to move again. Though largely immobile, ass off the mattress, spread out and straining, Molly served her purpose. With the merciless thrust of his hips, together they became the perfect fucking machine.
His features became so rabid as he slammed into her that Molly couldn’t drag her gaze away. What had been handsome became brutish, the force of his expression pushing her down until she was right back where she had been when they started: flat on her back and holding onto the bedding, surrendering to him completely.
‘Here it comes,’ he growled, but it wasn’t his climax he referred to. He grasped her under the knees and shook her with the force of his thrusts. Bedevilled by the thunderous rolling that began in such a small place but split her open.
She erupted, twisted and tangled, soaked inside and out. She held the coverlet to her mouth and bit on it as he continued at his unrelenting pace.
Just as her hot cunt squeezed down on his cock, Quinn’s body retaliated. He surged forward, grip tightening, and pumped hard and deep until something seemed to snap in him.
Molly seemed to lose time as the last of her orgasm rocked her. When things became lucid again, her arms were wrapped around his damp shoulders and Quinn shook all over as with that last thrust he emptied into the condom. He withdrew with a grunt, and pulled her with him as she flopped onto his side.
She took a deep breath and let it out as a laugh as she rested her hand on his cheek.
‘See? I told you that you wouldn’t break me.’
Quinn rested his hot forehead against her shoulder and tucked her hand next to his beating heart. ‘Maybe not, but you might break me.’
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