I hitched my skirt up to my waist and spread my legs as far as I could. His eyes flicked straight down to my bare pussy, and his mouth fell open.
“Have you been like that all night?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
“Jesus, Madison,” he snarled, and I could hear that mix in his voice again, the one that told me he wanted me, but he was mad as hell with himself for not being able to just turn me down. Well, bad luck, buster. He ran his tongue across his lips, and I could practically feel his tongue on me again. I pulled in a shaky breath, and forced myself to continue talking.
“I want you. I want, I want you to eat me out again. I want you to…fuck me, Quinn, I want you to do everything to me.”
He let out a groan and I stared at him imploringly.
He took a deep breath, as though trying to find the strength to turn me down, but I knew he didn’t have it in him. He closed his eyes for a second. When he opened them, they glittered with naked lust. He dived into the water and cut through the expanse between us like a shark after the smell of blood. My heart hammered in my chest with anticipation, as he emerged, water sluicing off his big body. He wrapped his big heavy hands around my thighs and opened them wider. The sheer power of those hands made me shiver. I leaned back on my palms and watched him look at my exposed pussy.
My mouth had fallen open and I could hear my rasping breath as I waited for him to go for it. Give me what I craved. Every instinct in me wanted to grab his head and push his face into my throbbing core, but I knew he needed to come to it himself, needed to just give himself over to his desires.
He slid his tongue over his lower lip, and as if entranced, ran his fingertip lightly along my wet seam. I responded by sliding my body along the cold tiles toward him. Quinn lifted his head and looked at me with hooded eyes. I could feel his desire for me. It radiated off him in hot waves.
“Please,” I whispered jaggedly.
“Not yet.”
My body ached for him and I writhed inside with pure frustration. He knew exactly what I wanted, he just didn’t want to give it to me. I didn’t say the words again, but begging him with my eyes, I rocked against his hand. He took his time and played with the slick folds. Maybe he wanted to savor every moment because he knew as soon as this was over, we would have to return to the real world and accept the fact what we were doing was forbidden.
When I thought I could bear it no more, he locked eyes with me and slowly pushed a long finger into me. I was so slick there was no resistance.
I cried out with relief.
The sound must have snapped his resolve. With a groan, he swooped down and flicked his tongue across my clitoris, swiping it in a windshield wiper movement. One finger became two. Damn, it felt good. My head fell back and my hands grasped his hair.
He sealed his lips around my clit and sucked. I squeezed my eyes shut, as whole new waves of pleasure coursed through my body. The intensity of the sensations drove my brain into a frenzy. It was so freaking awesome I never wanted it to end. He let out a sudden growl sending shivers of pleasure through my pussy, and…just like that…I came.
So incredibly hard, my eyes flew open, and a soundless cry sprung from my mouth. Every muscle in my body tensed, and I became completely rigid, while my pussy clenched around his fingers over and over again as waves of bliss dropped me over the edge. His fingers continued to plunge in and out of me, but he had pulled his mouth away from me, and my climax. I was still breathing hard when he withdrew his fingers. He hauled himself out of the pool and scooped me up into his arms.
“Where are you taking me?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck and inhaling the chlorine-infused scent of him. A hint of his aftershave remained, sweet and musky, and so, so him.
“To my bed,” he replied gruffly, his voice dropping down to a dark growl, as he carried me through the corridor and up the stairs to his bedroom. He lay me on the bed, and quickly slipped out of his trunks. Oh, my, his cock was hard and thick. I was suddenly desperate to taste him.
“Sit up,” he ordered, and I did as I was told.
He quickly unzipped my dress, pulled it away from me, and flung it carelessly over his shoulder. It landed over the back of a chair in one corner of the room. We were completely naked. My blood hammered in my ear with excitement. I wanted this for so long it almost seemed unreal it was finally happening.
My first time.
With the man I’d always dreamed of and wanted it to be with.
He slid his hand into my hair and looked down at me. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he muttered. He bent his head and inhaled my scent before trailing feathery kisses on my neck. I felt a tightening between my legs. God, he sure knew what to do.
“You want this?” he asked, grazing his lips across the sensitive lobe of my ear.
I nodded.
“Say it,” he said, his voice low and full of dark promise.
“I want this,” I gasped, my entire body aching up to him. Hell, I didn’t just want it I needed it. I felt as if I couldn’t wait a second longer.
“I’m old enough to be your dad.” He bit down on my ear lobe.
Pain lanced through me. “Ah”
He sucked at my tingling earlobe.
“I…I…like older men,” I stuttered.
He looked into my eyes and something passed between us, and suddenly we were on the same path. He pulled away from me and moved to the bedside cabinet. I shivered without the heat of his body. His hand dived into the drawer and pulled out a condom. Quickly he sheathed himself and came to sit on the bed next to me.
“Sit on me,” he invited.
I clambered on his big body and sat on his lap with my legs astride him. I felt his cock, hard and hot move against my open pussy. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.
“Rub yourself on my cock. I want to watch you cum again,” he said.
Deliberately, I rubbed my clit on the shaft while his eyes burned bright. When I broke apart he placed his strong hands around my waist and lifted me, holding my entrance over the head of his jutting cock.
I closed my eyes tightly and bit my lip as his shaft pushed aside my soaked folds and penetrated me.
Good God, he was big. Huge. I couldn’t imagine him fitting inside me.
As the inches of hard flesh slipped into me the feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It felt almost as if my wet core was sucking him in, and the sensation of being stretched to the limit wasn’t at all how I thought it would be, but it was instantly addictive.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he said in wonder. His eyes narrowed as he held me halfway down his cock. I let out the breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding and met his gaze boldly.
“You okay?” he asked with a frown.
“Yes,” I croaked.
He thrust up into me, making my eyes widen at the indescribable sensation of being so full of cock. Any pain I had expected to feel at my first time suddenly disappeared. Then, before I knew it, he had pressed me down all the way. I stared at him astonished. I was completely impaled on his shaft.
“Ride me,” he commanded.
Gripping his shoulders, I rose up his shaft and pushed my hips down to meet each one of his thrusts.
His cock felt so good, so natural, so perfect inside me, I couldn’t believe how long we’d waited to do this. He ran his lips across my throat, his breath hot against my sensitive skin, and took my nipple in his hot mouth. I moaned. He knew how to touch me, exactly what to do to make me shudder with pleasure. I’d made the right choice never to let another man into my body. To wait for him all these years.
I could have remained with his cock embedded deep inside me for the rest of the night, but, soon, Quinn’s face changed, darkened. His eyes glazed over.
“Fuck…I can’t hold on,” he said in a strangled voice.
A few seconds later, he screwed his eyes shut and pushed himself deep inside of me one last time. His cock g
rew even bigger just before he came. The feeling of feminine power that filled me in the second he lost control, amazed me. Knowing I had been the one to get him there. I felt almost drunk with it.
With his cock still inside me I leaned forward and kissed him. After what we just did the kiss seemed strangely sweet and innocent. His mouth was smoky with whiskey and the taste of me. He pulled away and looked into my eyes.
Maybe if I pretended to be very sleepy he wouldn’t attempt a conversation about the elephant in the room. I opened my mouth and yawned. He raised his eyebrows and ran his hand up my stomach. His touch sent a wonderful explosion of tingles across my skin, distracting me. I loved the feeling of us being joined together. There was a moment of silence between us before he spoke. I knew what he would ask next.
“Madison?”
I looked down at our joined bodies. “Mmmm.”
“Please don’t tell me that was your first time.” His hand tightened on my skin.
I probably should have told him, but I had no idea how to even bring up such a subject. I gazed up at him from under my lashes. “Yeah, but don’t you think I held on to my cherry for long enough”
His eyes widened then he shook his head as if to clear it. “Uh,” he uttered, but he didn’t sound mad, just super surprised.
I chewed my bottom lip. “Is that okay?”
“Of course,” he assured me, but he removed his hand from my back. “We should probably get some sleep now.”
“Okay,” I agreed, and climbed off his body and turned away Something had changed between us. Panic fluttered in my chest. Had I fucked up by not telling him? Had I waited this long to ruin everything with such a simple little thing? A sound like a sob tore up my throat. It made my whole body shake with the intensity. He wrapped his arms around me and yanked me aggressively into his chest.
“I’m glad I marked you first,” he snarled in my ear, and I felt his cock hard against my back again.
Quinn
When I woke up the next morning, she was still asleep. I wasn’t used to waking up with a woman in my bed, let alone a woman like Madison. I stared at her.
She looked almost unreal, her long blonde hair splayed out around her like some kind of halo. She was naked, gloriously so, and all I wanted was to get my hands on her again, even though in the cold light of morning I knew what had happened the night before would probably land me in a lot of trouble.
Her first time. I couldn’t believe it.
She had played the seductress with such skill it hadn’t even crossed my mind she might not have had sex before. Still she must have done other things, judging by her confidence. My chest tightened of her with another man. I swallowed hard. It was me who had taken her virginity. I had marked her as mine. That thought made me strangely elated.
I tucked a loose strand of hair back behind her ear, and felt oddly protective of her as she lay on the next pillow. She looked…vulnerable.
Deep down I understood nothing would come of this. If anything, I was only hiding from the world, to enjoy this beautiful woman. Real life would come a calling soon. Kevin would be back and she would have to return to England, but for now, I just wanted to enjoy her, enjoy myself.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and her beautiful blue eyes appeared in narrow slits.
“Morning,” I murmured.
She lifted her hands to her face and rubbed her eyes sleepily. So totally natural and innocent. Goddamn. This woman would be the death of me. Well, what the fuck did I think would happen, anyway? I made a deal with the devil the day I licked her sweet pussy.
“Morning.” Her voice was all husky and sexy and my dick went rock hard for her.
“Don’t you have to go to work?” she asked, and licked her lip. That was a fucking invitation if I ever saw one. It made me want to growl.
“Not just yet, baby.”
Her hand reached down under the sheet and curled around my cock. “What’s this?”
Jesus! She was such a natural flirt. A rumble of laughter started up in my belly. “That’s my hard cock, baby.”
“So…what are we going to do now?” she whispered.
“I’m going to fill that pretty pussy of yours,” I said and snatched the sheet from her body.
Her hands instinctively tried to grasp the sheet and cover herself.
I grabbed both her wrists. “No, you don’t get to hide from me anymore, little Madison. All this is now mine. You will let me do anything I want with your body, is that understood?” Her arms became limp and I let them go. They fell on the bed on either side of her. Slowly, I let my eyes feast on her delicious curves. My gaze moved down her creamy stomach to the soft nest of golden curls. “Now open your legs and show me your pussy.”
Her thighs parted, revealing her opening, full of pink, swollen flesh. I did that. I made it swell up.
“That’s a good girl,” I said softly and sliding my hands along the insides of her thighs, spread them as wide as they would go. “My, my, look how wet you are. You’re dripping all over my sheets.” I glanced up to her face and she blushed. Her eyes were half-closed and pupils were so dilated her irises were almost black.
To think…all this while I couldn’t touch her.
Well, now I fucking could.
She lay on my bed, completely naked, her pussy open and wet for me. I bent my head and sucked one rosy nipple. She moaned and arched her body. I inserted a finger into her, and she groaned and wriggled her hips. My greedy girl.
The blatant way she used to taunt me flashed into my mind. Now it was my turn. I wanted her to beg for my cock. My dick throbbed at the thought.
Lazily, I dipped my finger and out of her horny pussy. Her hips bucked impatiently as she tried to get my finger in deeper.
She lifted her head off the pillow. “Quinn?”
“What?”
Her breathing was ragged. “I want your cock inside me. I can’t take much more.”
That sensation of power flowed thick in my veins. Every inch of skin on her body was mine. I wanted to hear her plead for it. “How bad do you want my cock?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more,” she whispered, her cheeks rosy, her voice sweet.
Fuck, that voice. It killed me. I sat on my heels. “Then beg for it.”
First her eyes widened, then her teeth sunk into that plump lower lip. I knew then I was in trouble. I watched her get on her hands and knees and sensuously crawl over the tiny distance between us. She lowered her head, and keeping her gaze locked on mine, licked my cock as if it was a lollipop. I say that, but hell, no one ever licked a lollipop so seductively. She circled her tongue over the rim then stretched her lips around the head. She was perfect. Too fucking perfect. The rest of the world fell away.
“Mmmm…mmmmm…please, Daddy Quinn, please can I please have your big, hard cock inside my pussy.”
I looked down at her, stunned. Did she just call me Daddy Quinn? Suddenly, I lost control. I thought I was going to fucking cum on her face. I lifted her up, turned her around, and plunged into her tight, wet pussy.
She gasped with shock at the speed of my attack. Then she moved back, pushed me in deeper into her and grunted, “Harder, Quinn. Harder.”
I grabbed her hips roughly and went all out. Fucked her like a wild beast. Like I would never let go of her again. Like she was mine forever. No condom. No thought in my head. I’ve never done that before.
I came roaring her name. I’ve never done that before either. Called out a woman’s name.
She collapsed onto the pillow, still joined to me. Hell, I just shot my seed inside her. I withdrew slowly and watched my cream run out of her. It was beautiful.
I lay down next to her. She turned to her side and smiled mistily at me.
“You’re not on any kind of birth control, are you?” I asked.
Quinn
For a girl who was so sexually provocative she flushed bright red with embarrassment. “I am,” she mumbled.
I frowned. “You’re on the pill?�
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She nodded, her eyelashes sweeping downwards.
I looked at her curiously. “Why? If you were not having sex?”
She met my eyes, her face suddenly serious. “I’ve been on the pill for two years. I was waiting for you, Quinn. I wanted to be prepared for the day you’d see me as a woman.”
I stared at her in astonishment. Hot damn. She had been waiting for me for two fucking years. I tried to hide the wave of fierce joy and pleasure racing through my veins.
Her eyes danced with amusement. “I know I chased you, but you can pretend to chase me if you want…if it makes you feel more macho.”
I grinned. What an imp. I could see already I would have my hands full with this one. My pillow still smelled lightly of chlorine. I had been too distracted to have a shower last night, but I needed a bath to get the pool smell off me before it clung to all my clothes.
I slapped her rump and swung my legs out of bed. “Come on, it’s bath time for dirty girls.”
“Oh, yeah?” she asked, a big smile on her face.
I reached down and scooped her up against my chest. And you, little Madison, are a very, very dirty girl.”
She entwined her hands around my neck, planted a chaste kiss on my cheek and murmured, “I think you’ll find some areas are way dirtier than others.”
My cock was throbbing as I carried her through to the bathroom. I had never wanted to carry a woman in my arms before, and I didn’t know at what point my brain had rewired itself, but around Madison I felt like a grunting caveman.
And my primitive brain had decided: all her delicious curves belonged to me. The best place for them was obviously in my arms.
I put her on the counter, and ran the bath. She watched quietly as I hunted around for a bottle of bath oil some woman had given me years ago and poured it into the water. Then I lowered her into the warm silky water. She closed her eyes and let out a moan of pleasure as it lapped up around her body; I slid in behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She leaned back against me, let her head drop on to my shoulder and closed her eyes.
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