There was nothing better than Mayree Jacobs. This woman was made for him. Only for him.
Moving down until he straddled her hips, bracing his weight on his knees, he slid both hands up her sides to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over the peaks of her nipples. Dropping his head, he took one stiff nub into his mouth, sucking briefly before letting go and twirling his tongue around it in circles, flicking the flesh before drawing it back into his mouth and suckling lightly. Her nipples were stiff little points, ripe and ready to be nibbled.
Mayree was squirming, again. It always made him hard when she wiggled around like that. Hell, he'd just unloaded in her mouth and he already wanted to fuck her.
He looked at her face, her eyes were open wide, watching him. He concentrated on trying to keep his own 101
face expressionless, trying to move slowly and deliberately even though he was so overcome with want for her he could hardly stand the thought of teasing her.
He wanted her right now, so much so it was an ache.
She was so creamy wet, all he could think about was being inside her. Damn her, she somehow always distracted him from his plans. He tried not to think about how good it felt to be inside her. No, he wasn't going to be happy until he had her begging.
He settled between her legs and licked his lips before lifting his head and running the tip of his tongue against Mayree's swollen labia. He reached up her naked body to lightly pinch her hard nipples.
It didn't take long until she was squirming a lot, as he avoided licking her exactly where he knew she wanted, until he finally gave it one little tap with the tip of his tongue.
He'd never met a woman whom he loved going down on more than Mayree. Her scent, her taste, the sounds she made, all of it was heaven. In all his thirty-four years he'd never had anything he wanted as much as he wanted Mayree. Money, drugs, cars, other women, there was nothing that could compare to having her.
"Quinn, don't tease me," she pleaded.
"Oh, I'm sorry ... am I teasing you?" he asked, as he slapped his palm down on her hard, before sliding three of his calloused fingers into her yearning wetness.
Leaning back down, he spread her wet pussy lips with his free hand and fluttered the end of his tongue against her clit. Immediately Mayree jerked against her bonds.
He listened to her rasping breathing.
"You're almost there, aren't you?" he teased, pulling his fingers out, ignoring her wail of protest. "You hate me teasing you, and now I have you all tied up there's not a damn thing you can do about it."
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Sealing his mouth tightly to her pussy he gave her stimulated clit circular licks. With his other hand he started slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of her tight wetness. He felt her whole body stiffening with her impending orgasm. Quinn pulled his mouth away, blowing warmly on her throbbing clit, he smiled. Mayree was thrashing on the bed.
"I bet my girl, wants to come, doesn't she?" Quinn said.
"Please Quinn, she whimpered.
"Patience, sweetheart, patience," he said as he lowered his head for a few more leisurely licks before stopping again.
"You know when I finally get done licking you I'm gonna fuck the hell out of this pussy. You know that, don't you, Mayree?" he said as he slowly started fingering her again.
"Now. You can fuck me now," she cried.
Quinn smiled, she wasn't usually this vocal, and he liked it. "Soon honey. I want to taste your sweet pussy a while longer." He lowered his mouth between her honey sweet lips again. She squealed as he pulled her throbbing clit into his mouth and fluttered the tip of his tongue against it.
Mayree's hips were moving fast now, she exploded on his tongue, moaning as he licked her clean, his face drenched with her wetness. She wasn't going to be able to push him away today, and he was going to suck on her throbbing little clit. He pulled it into his mouth, as two of his fingers entered into her clenching wetness.
She was making a lot of noise now, and it only made his cock harder. Quinn's jaw was getting sore, but he sucked with even more force until he felt her spasm wetly again against his fingers.
"No. No more," Mayree screamed wildly. She was thrashing around in earnest.
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There would be more, there would be a hell of a lot more.
Ignoring the ache in his jaw he sucked her nub as long and as hard as he could. He paid no attention to what she screamed. His only focus was her pussy squeezing his fingers. He hadn't counted, he realized, as she came again. He should have counted how many times she'd come for him. He had lost all sense of time. There was just her sweet clit in his mouth and her pussy milking his fingers. His fingers were soaked, his chin was soaked. Her scent perfumed the room, he couldn't get enough.
She was hoarse from screaming when he finally pulled his tired mouth away. He straddled her, looking down at how sweaty and dazed she was, wishing he had the ability to come over and over like that.
She was so wet he didn't have to push much at all to bury himself to the hilt inside her. He started slow, but soon he was slamming into her fiercely, Mayree tensed beneath him. She thrashed helplessly against the ropes as another wave washed over her. Quinn groaned happily as his cock was gripped tightly by her inner muscles. Leaning down he bit and sucked her nipples just hard enough to get her going again.
He stilled inside her, all the while teasing her breasts with his mouth.
"Why did you stop?" Mayree rasped.
"Because I wanted to. I just want to feel you around me. You are so tight, so wet."
Mayree writhed beneath him.
"Stay still Mayree, if you stay real still I just might reward you."
"I can't, please. I can't." The squirming intensified, driving him crazy, there was nothing he wanted more in the world than to fuck her.
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"Yes, you can, Mayree. You always do what I want, don't you?"
Mayree lay limply beneath him. He started to pull out, stopping just short of the head.
"Please, no Quinn." She panted. "I want more."
Quinn smiled, he had her now, she wanted to be fucked and he wanted to fuck her good and hard. He took a deep breath and counted to ten in his mind, resisting the urge to plow into her. He reached between her legs and gently pinched her raw little clit, and she shrieked.
"Beg, Mayree. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to fuck you hard."
"Please, fuck me!" she begged. It was all he could do not to come when she was like this.
"What did you say, baby?"
"Quinn, fuck me hard, please," she wailed, tugging furiously at the ropes.
"I wish I could fuck you until you can't walk," Quinn growled as he slammed into her. It was only minutes before she was bucking underneath him and he was glad she was tied up.
He began thrusting harder. "I want to feel you come, Mayree. I want you to come on my cock," he ordered as he pounded even deeper. He was beginning to think he was going to lose it first, but then she squealed and arched up against her bonds. She went wild as her orgasm started.
"That's it, come for me," he grunted as his cock throbbed and emptied into her squirming body.
Quinn stood, his legs were weak. He staggered to the dresser and picked up his knife to cut her loose. She was exhausted, he could tell. She didn't even move, just laid there breathing hard.
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Her hands were purplish. Quinn quickly cut the ropes off her. There were welts on her wrists, and he rubbed her cold hands. "You okay? Are your hands numb?"
"A little," she murmured sleepily.
Quinn kept rubbing them until they both felt warmer.
Her eyes were closed and she looked sweet.
He still hadn't quite got over the fact she had been a virgin when he first had her. He loved knowing he was the only man who had ever had her. The only man who knew the sounds she made as she came. He wanted it to always be that way, for him to be her only man. He'd do anything for that.
There had been other women in his life,
nothing serious except once, back when he had gone so far as to try to straighten his life out for Jack's sake. He had a real job. He'd even given thought to trying his hand at farming here, like his father had done before he passed away.
Then he met Donna at a bar in Weston. She wasn't his type, but he was lonely, depressed after his dad's death, and in need of nothing more than a good fuck. Donna was quite experienced sexually. In fact she had a hell of a reputation as being a slut.
Quinn had originally only intended to sleep with her a few times. That was, until she looked him in the eye, and said she loved him. Over and over she said she loved him. That he was special, he was the one.
She was the only person he had ever met who was more fucked up than he was. She had alcohol problems, and was diagnosed as clinically depressed.
He didn't love her, but he thought maybe once in his rotten life he would actually be good for someone. Maybe he could help her. Maybe together they could help each other. Nothing could have been further from the truth.
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When Donna died, he didn't cry. He was angry at her for leaving him alone. She had made the choice, it wasn't an accident. Her family said she always had problems with depression, but she never talked to him about it.
He came home from work one day and found her on the sofa. In hindsight he knew she was already gone then, but at the time when he called the ambulance, and held her until it came, he really thought she'd be okay.
She was supposed to take antidepressant medication every day. She wasn't supposed to take a whole month's worth in one afternoon. How much did she hate him that she'd rather end her life, than spend it with him? What had he done to make her so miserable? He'd have done anything for her. Hell, he even let her fuck his brother, just because she asked. She told him she loved him!
That was a lie.
There was something very different in him now, a different feeling for Mayree. He had never felt it before, but he knew what it was. It was way beyond just needing someone to fill a void, or just needing someone to fuck. It was love.
Mayree was very different from Donna, aside from the obvious difference she was innocent and sweet. He was sure that being commanded and controlled by a man sexually were things virtually all women wanted, unconsciously at least. Mayree responded to it passionately. The kind of woman he had always hoped to find. She always did what he wanted. While he liked that, he liked even more that she enjoyed it. He'd already done things with her he'd never done with any other woman, whether it was because she was here unwillingly anyway, or because he somehow knew she'd let him, he wasn't sure. Donna had been with him for over a year and she'd never let him touch her ass. Mayree didn't know it yet, but she was going to give him hers. It wasn't 107
even so much he wanted to fuck her there, it was just that for her to allow him without forcing her, would be her totally giving herself to him. The once untouched virgin would be completely his.
It was selfish, he was aware, but he'd always been a selfish man. Besides, having her sexually in every possible way was as close as he would ever get to having all of her. It wasn't really her ass he wanted, it was her heart. That was the one thing she could deny him. The one thing she could keep from him.
He could make her tell him a million times she loved him, but to make her actually feel it was entirely another matter. She'd told him she hated him. She had looked at him like he was crazy when he told her he wanted her to love him, reminded him of how she'd come to be here.
He wanted to make her forget that, but he knew he couldn't.
Yes, it was wrong how she got here, but beyond that it didn't matter. She belonged here. He hadn't seen her when he took her. It wasn't as if he had targeted her, or picked her. Maybe it was fate, or destiny, whatever it was it was magic. The things she made him feel, the dreams she made him have. None of that was wrong.
He couldn't bring himself to admit to her he loved her, but he did. It was blindingly intense. He had felt it the first day he spent with her, and it was growing, deepening.
There were so many times when he wanted to hold and cuddle her, but he didn't. There were times when he wanted to make love to her so soft and sweet, but he wouldn't. He knew when he started feeling like that toward her something was changing inside him.
He was determined to try and keep his emotions in check. Sometimes he was rougher with her when he felt overwhelmed with love, it angered him. He wanted to 108
hold her, to be gentle, and tender, but he'd be too weak then. He'd tell her words he shouldn't, be it the truth, or empty promises and lies, he'd tell her something loving.
It was almost amazing he and Jack had the same parents. Jack was the most genuinely kind person Quinn had ever known, until he met Mayree. Those two would have made a hell of a couple. Mayree would have had no trouble falling in love with Jack.
Quinn was pretty sure Jack never had a girlfriend. He was a painfully shy kid. For his eighteenth birthday Quinn was going to let him fuck Donna, but Jack had been horrified by the idea. In fact he was pretty disgusted when he found out Quinn and Randy both did her regularly. Hell, Quinn tried explaining to Jack it was Donna's idea in the first place, but Jack didn't want to talk about it. It hadn't seemed out of the ordinary then, but now when Quinn thought about it he couldn't imagine sharing Mayree with anyone else. He understood Jack's disgust with him now. Jack thought Quinn loved Donna. Love is possessive, love causes jealousy.
It had bothered Quinn to see Donna with Randy, but only because it hurt his ego. Only because he was certain that as hard as he could make her come she would never need anything more than him. It hadn't hurt him like seeing Mayree with another man would.
That would kill him. Mayree was his. He loved her.
Damn it! He needed to get over this stupid love obsession. Mayree was his stolen property. He really liked making her tell him she loved him. He knew she didn't mean it, and he made her say the words, but hearing them from her made him wish it were true. She would never love him, and he would be a damn fool to bother trying to make her fall for his sorry ass. Why did he have such a deep need for her to love him anyway?
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She was absolutely beautiful, she was here, and she belonged to him. Emotions only cause problems.
Tomorrow he was going to Weston, he needed to buy candles for Mayree's stupid pumpkins. He needed to go to the bank too, and he had decided he'd go to Mayree's apartment and get her things. She'd told him she didn't have much, but he could tell she wanted her photos of her grandparents. He'd get her clothes too, although she really wouldn't need them much until Randy came back.
He hoped Randy spent the whole winter in Florida, maybe he'd even decide to stay there. Things were less complicated alone here with Mayree. He had enough money to last until at least spring, and he didn't want to take any chances of getting caught doing anything now.
If he got arrested now the cops would find out about what happened to Jack, and they'd also find out about Mayree. If they found out about Mayree he was going to be in a whole mess of shit.
He still could let her go, and he even considered it from time to time. She always said she'd never tell anyone what happened, and for some crazy reason he believed her.
Just the thought of being here alone, being without her here was torture. He looked over at her sleeping beside him, she was where she belonged. She belonged here with him, permanently. Maybe tomorrow he should stop and buy her something special, he had no idea what she liked. Maybe he'd learn more about her after he saw what her apartment was like.
She'd asked him if she could go with him to Weston.
Hell no! She was a good actress, but not that good. It was a pain in the ass keeping her chained up, but he hadn't come up with another solution, and he knew damn well she'd bolt the second she had an opportunity.
He didn't plan on giving her one, especially in Weston.
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He'd been a con artist damn near his whole life. There was no way little Mayree Jacob
s would be able to con him.
He laughed at himself, why in the hell should he waste money buying her something, he got all he wanted from her anyway. He didn't have to give her anything to fuck her, all he had to do was tell her to spread her legs. She was lucky he was even bothering to get her things, she was lucky he let her sleep upstairs, instead of locked in the cellar. She should be thanking him just for that.
Tomorrow maybe he'd have her suck his cock then make her thank him for letting her, well, maybe not tomorrow. He had other plans for her tomorrow.
Tomorrow when he got home she was going surrender to him the last shred of virginity she had left, her ass.
Mayree sighed and rolled over, and he sat up and looked at her. He loved her. He knew he didn't want to just fuck her, he didn't want her ass. He wanted her love. He bent and kissed her face. She stirred, and her full lips curved into a faint smile.
"I love you, Quinn," she murmured in her sleep.
He swallowed hard trying to force the lump from his throat. His mouth was dry. Had she really said that?
Could she really feel that?
He wanted to shake her awake and tell her he loved everything about her. That he would do anything for her.
He would kneel at her feet and beg her to marry him. He wondered what she would do. What would she say?
"You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn," there was nothing mighty about him. Maybe Mayree saw him that way, but it wasn't true. To her he might seem mighty.
Rough. Dominant. She had no idea the way he felt inside because of her. The softness she made him feel.
When it came to her he was weaker than puppy piss and she had no idea. He intended to keep it that way.
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She'd be a damn good wife for him if he was ever so inclined to want one, and she was making him really want one. There was never a time he had ever wanted a wife, but more than a few times lately crazy thoughts ran through his head. Mayree, not his stolen property, but his wife. The woman he loved. A ring on her finger, not a chain on her ankle.
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