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The painful intrusion burns, but the burn feels so damn good; there’s no way I’m about to stop.
Quinn’s fingers claw into my hip, steadying me as I take him into me. My slow movements only heighten the already mind-blowing sensation.
When he’s about halfway in, I hold my breath and look into his eyes. “Isn’t this much better than times tables?”
Quinn chews on his hoop, his eyes dropping to half mast as he replies, “This is better than anything in the entire world.”
“Entire world?”
“Yes…this is perfect.” And with that heartfelt declaration, he swiftly raises his hips, impaling me so deeply, tears spring to my eyes.
But perfection has never tasted so good.
We both remain perfectly still, both breathless from our union.
I peer down at Quinn, placing my hands against his chest. I love that his heart beats as quickly as mine.
He doesn’t move. This is entirely my show. Having him surrender is a beautiful thing, so I rock my hips and begin to move.
He feels incredible, more so than the first time. My body isn’t screaming at the intrusion; it welcomes it.
I use his chest as an anchor when I quicken my movements and begin to ride him faster and harder. Being on top is intense, and every movement hits me in just the right way. I lift my hips and slam back down, crying out when he sinks into me so fucking deep.
I circle my hips. I lift them. I’m not shy when I lose rhythm because Quinn doesn’t judge. He allows me to use him how I want, and that is the hottest thing in the world. He lets me do what I want, and for someone who rarely gives up control, this within itself has me fucking him wildly.
I toss my head back, arching my neck and moaning as Quinn grips my waist to help me rock against him with ease. He encourages me to squat over him, and when I do, I almost collapse forward because this angle robs me of breath.
I bounce on his cock as he lifts his hips, and my legs don’t tire because he holds my weight with his hands wrapped around my hips.
“Baby, you’re beautiful,” he says, his eyes filled with love and desire. “Fuck me and take what you want. It’s yours. All of it.”
Hearing him speak during sex is almost too much, and I moan, increasing the speed of my movements.
The room is our own personal haven, and when Quinn’s eyes drop to our connection, I don’t stand a chance. I come so loudly, but to stop my cries, Quinn gives me his fist to bite down on.
Again, so hot.
The moment I’m done, Quinn lifts me off and is about to come on my stomach. But as I look at his mouth, I get an idea.
I quickly take his cock into my mouth, and he doesn’t have a choice when he comes down my throat. I swallow it all because this is so hot, I can’t stop.
Once the final tremor racks his frame, he drags me up his body and slams his mouth over mine. We kiss like starved lovers, and nothing has felt more perfect than it does right now.
Today is a brand-new day. That’s my motto, and I’m sticking to it.
I’m sick of hardships, and I’m sick of pain. Looking down at Quinn, who sleeps soundly beside me, I’m determined for our future to be happy and normal. Well, as normal as we can be.
I will not allow my past to dictate how I live because I’m sick of living in the shadows.
Today is a brand-new day.
Slipping out of bed, I step into the bathroom and take a hot shower. This is the first step to sticking to my motto. Surely, starting the day with a hot shower is the correct antidote for embracing my new positive approach to life.
I always feel better after a shower, so I have a little skip to my step when I walk back into the bedroom and see that Quinn is awake.
“Good morning.”
I blush when I see Quinn’s tousled hair—the hair I was yanking on a few hours ago.
