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 grew 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.
15
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.
16
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?”
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.
“This is perfect,” she whispered.
I buried my nose in her hair. To my surprise, I couldn’t think of anything more perfect.
“Mmm…I could just sleep here.”
“Me too,” I agreed, and closed my eyes. She felt so natural between my legs. Yeah, I was turned-on, who wouldn’t be, but I was also strangely content to sit there in the warm water and just enjoy the sensation of her luscious body resting on mine. I ran my hands along her thighs and she opened them for me. A little satisfied sound came out of my mouth. She half-turned her head and smiled, and I felt my cock jerked hard. Well, so much for an innocent bath together.
“I thought you said you were going to wash my dirty bits,” she reminded cheekily, grinding her ass back sinuously against my erection.
I reached over to the jug sitting on the side of the bath, and wet her hair. It darkened to a dark blonde. I ran my fingers through the length reverently. I had fought so hard to keep myself from touching her, and now that I finally got my hands on her, I couldn’t stop touching her. I grabbed the shampoo.
“It smells like you,” she remarked, as I massaged it into her scalp and worked up a rich lather. She sighed with satisfaction as I worked my fingers though her hair. I never would have imagined there would be so much pleasure in such a simple task enjoying the feel of her so close to me. I washed it out, running my fingers over the sensitive points where her scalp met her neck, enjoying the little shivers that seemed to skitter involuntarily over her body at my touch.
“You missed your calling as a hairdresser.”
“Let me give you a cut and we’ll see,” I teased.
She grabbed for her sopping wet hair, jerked away, and glared at me. “You come anywhere near my hair with a pair of scissors and I’ll snip your balls off in your sleep.”
I tried not to laugh at her expression. She looked so cute. “So that’s a hard line then.”
“You better believe it, buster.”
I held my hands up, palms facing her, and laughed.
She grinned suddenly and splashed water in my face. I grabbed her slippery body. She was like a fucking eel. Suddenly she landed on top of me.
“You’re bad, you know,” she whispered, her eyes dark with passion
Fuck. Just like that, any tenderness lingering between us vanished. I carried her out of the bath, threw her on the bed, and fucked her until she screamed. By the time we were done, both of us were sweatier than when we’d started, and ravenous to boot.
“You want some breakfast?” I asked, and she nodded, face pressed into the pillow and eyes half-dazed. She looked as though she still hadn’t quite gotten over the three orgasms she’d shuddered through in the past half-hour, and I had to admit it was a deeply satisfying sight.
“I’ll order us some coffee and bagels,” I said, getting to my feet and grabbing my phone.
A coffee shop in Highland Avenue did great food and they were always happy to deliver. I called up, ordered us a selection of pastries and other good stuff, and yanked on some clothes. They are quick off the mark at that bakery. I glanced over at Madison to find her watching me appreciatively from the bed.
“What are you looking at?” I asked playfully, and she held her hands up defensively.
“Am I not allowed to look?” She flashed me a grin.
“Look away,” I said and pulled on a soft, old T-shirt over my head.
She raised her eyebrows. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you out of a suit before. Very sexy. Obviously not as sexy as you look without clothes.”
“You’re sweet, but when it comes to sexy you take the cake, in and out of…uh, clothes.”
She stretched deeply and the sheet slipped, revealing one rosy nipple. Like a man in a daze I made my way across the room toward her. I bent down to suck it. She smelled of sex and I wanted her all over again.
She batted her eyelashes, and jerked me suddenly toward her. I fell on top of her and before I knew it we were rolling around on th
e bed, arms wrapped around each other, and giggling like a couple of teenagers. Well, I supposed she wasn’t that far away from…no. No. No. Hang on. She wasn’t a kid anymore. She was a woman. Out of nowhere a thought popped into my head.
My woman. She was my woman.
The doorbell rang. The food had arrived.
I took it from the delivery guy and brought it back to the bedroom. She had the covers tucked around her in the most perfect way. I handed her a coffee and a bagel. Dumping the other paper bags on the bed, I grabbed a croissant for myself.
“Uh, this is so good,” she mumbled around a mouthful of bagel. “I'll have to move over here just for the food.”
We looked at each other, and the mood suddenly changed. Kevin would be back soon and she lived across the ocean. I blinked. I didn’t want to let her go. Damn, I couldn’t let her go.
She reached over and squeezed my hand. “We have until the end of the week. And we can…we can take it from there,” she said softly. Suddenly she felt all grown-up and responsible. I felt like the unreasonable child in the equation. I scowled and took a bite of my croissant. I didn’t want to give her up.
Before I could even swallow the mouthful, my cell buzzed. I think some part of me knew the outside world come to destroy what I had built. I tried to ignore it, but it was insistent.
Madison looked at me. “Maybe you should take it.”
I reached over, dropping crumbs on the bed. It was worse than I thought. It was Kevin.
I brought the phone to my ear as Madison looked at me, her eyebrows raised in a silent question. “Hey,” I said.
“Where the fuck are you? I tried to call you last night for hours,” Kevin said.
I could hear the buzz of a crowd in the background. “I took Madison out to dinner, remember?” I said slowly.
“Oh, yeah. How did it go?”
My eyes rose up and locked with Madison’s. She was staring at me curiously. “It went well.”
“That’s great. Now congratulate me. I did it. I got them to sign on the dotted line.”
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