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His cock strains against me, and my core flutters in readiness, but he keeps kissing me. He pushes his fingers into my hair, and then drags them down my scalp, until I break free from the kiss to beg him inside me.
“Not yet,” he says, breathing hard.
Quin flips me onto my stomach and spreads my ass cheeks, to lick at my tightest hole until I’m squirming and trying to rear into him.
He pulls back with a chuckle. “Feel how wet you are now, baby. You’re almost ready for my fat cock.”
I shiver at his words and slip my hand down beneath me, gasping to find myself drenched. My clit is swollen and achy, and I rub it in slow circles, soothing it with the promise of pleasure. “I’m too wet, Quin. I’ll mess the sheets.”
“She says, making herself even wetter.” He slides off the bed, walks into the bathroom, and returns with some towels. He folds them a few times and lifts my hips, to shove the wad beneath me. “I need you to soak these for me,” he says in all seriousness, lifting my ass in the air.
I keep rubbing my clit, and he swears. “You twitch that sweet cunt at me one more time, and I’m going to take you hard, Kira.”
“Will you make it feel good?” I ask, bearing down and teasing him with an intentional flare of my pussy.
He mounts me before my next breath, and pounds into me like he’s lost all control. “You expect me to ignore that invitation?” He pulls back and forges deeper, stretching me until he’s made himself at home. “Keep touching yourself down there, gorgeous. I’ll have my hands busy.”
He grips my hips and guides me on a sensual tour of his cock, making me feel every thick inch of him slide back and forth, with the perfect amount of friction, as he drags through my ready slick.
My spine tingles at the wet sound of his movements, and he teases me with an achingly slow build, when all I want is for him to hit that front wall like he did the other night. That pleasure came in rolling waves, washing away everything else I’d been made to feel.
He won. My hero. My man.
I’m so grateful to be his obsession. His first, his only, his always. If I didn’t know he was a virgin before we fucked, I would have sworn he was a pro, but he’s so thoughtful and dedicated, I trust he’s made every effort to educate himself to be as brilliant as possible for me. I love it when he makes it so obvious I’m his girl.
“Say I’m yours,” I whisper, breathless from the building pleasure. “Say there’s only me.”
“You’ll always be mine, Kira,” he says, pushing deep and hitting my cervix with his cock. “There could never be anyone else. I’ve been yours since you made me bleed and then kissed me better. I can’t take it back. You’re mine, whether you want me or not.”
He spreads my ass cheeks and groans. “Look at you, taking my cock so beautifully. I wish you could see this, Kira. It’s fucking sinful.”
He tightens his grip on one hip and keeps me steady, as his other hand leaves to trace the shape of my pussy lips, pulled taut around his girth. It slides easily, coated in my juices.
“You’re so wet for me, you’re dripping down my balls, babe,” he whispers reverently.
He thrusts his sack at my knuckles, wetting my fingers when he slaps against me. My core contracts around him in response, and he moans. “So fucking good for me.”
His thumb follows the shape of our joining again, and then he trails it upward, to my asshole, to rub the arousal he’s collected around my rim.
My pussy pulls tight, and my thighs begin to tremble. “Quin.”
“I feel it, Kira,” he whispers. “You’re doing so fucking well. Hold it a little longer, baby. Build it for me. Wait until you have to come so hard, you spray these towels when your man breeds you. Show me how much you love it.”
I whimper at his words and clamp down on his dick even harder as the pressure to surrender to my pleasure intensifies.
“That’s good, Kira. You’re doing so good, baby. Squeeze me tight. I want you to squirt as hard as I’m going to fill you.”
Another needy breath escapes me, begging him for relief. I smother my clit with both hands, to suppress the rising excitement. The powerful little nerve bundle is swollen and throbbing, and I want him to soothe it with his mouth once he’s got me good and creamed.
He circles my asshole with his thumb again, and his thrusts grow in strength, as he fucks his massive cock into my pussy, until my inner walls are on the verge of an inferno. My core constricts around him in a fierce grip, making it harder for him to force himself through the narrow channel, and the combination of fullness and friction has me shaking.
“So good,” he whispers, pressing the tip of his thumb into my ass and threatening me with more, as I feel the potential behind it.
My asshole blooms around his thumb, letting him in. The stretch burns in the best way, and I rock my hips, to take more.
I want it, and Quin bucks and grunts, as if he can’t handle his shit, so I know I’ve pleased him.
He shoves his thick cock deep, hitting my limits and making me cry muffled words into the pillows.
