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“You are incredible.”
And then, then he begins to move.
At first, my body screams as he sinks in deep and hard, but the moment he bends forward and captures my nipple into his wet mouth, those screams turn to mewls of utter pleasure.
The speed, the friction, the depth, all of it increases, and so does a tiny bundle of nerves in my belly, which slowly awakens as he strokes me with expert precision. The faster he moves, the quicker it rises.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, as I never imagined it could feel this good.
“You all right, baby?” he pants, kissing the corner of my parted mouth.
“Yes,” I moan, my hips meeting his, thrust for thrust.
I’m so close, I can taste my approaching climax, but I can sense Quinn isn’t there just yet.
So doing what feels natural, I hook a leg around his waist and push down on his firm ass cheek with my foot, pushing him into me at a deeper angle.
“Holy shit,” he groans. “You feel amazing.”
He kisses me fiercely, devouring my lips as I revel in the way his body molds to mine.
We fit perfectly, and as I begin to find my rhythm, I gather a little more confidence and lose myself to this experience I will remember for the rest of my life.
I arch my neck, moaning when Quinn bites the side of my throat. He isn’t gentle, and I like that it feels like he’s marking me because I know he is intent on leaving a mark. So I decide to leave a mark of my own.
I score his flesh with my fingernails as I run them down his back.
He hisses against my throat, biting harder before driving into me with deep, delicious strokes.
I can feel him everywhere; he is ingrained into every fiber of my body, and I want to stay like this forever.
Our bodies move in unison—the perfect combination, straddling the line between pleasure and pain. Quinn grips my hip, encouraging me to meet his thrusts as he slams into me over and over again.
He fucks with passion and love, the most perfect combination.
Before long, my body grows lax, and I surrender to Quinn as he takes control.
“Ready?” he asks but doesn’t wait for me to reply as he withdraws before flipping me onto my stomach.
He sinks into me once again, fucking me harder.
This angle is so intense that I reach overhead, gripping the arm of the sofa as I need an anchor before I drift away.
He holds my hips, fucking me hard, so hard, my body jars upward with the force. But I like it. I like that his movements reflect how badly he wants me.
He bends down and grips my chin, coaxing me to look over my shoulder so he can kiss the ever-living fuck out of me. When his barbell strokes me in a way that coincides with what he’s doing to me down below, the knot in my belly tightens.
“Lift your hips, Red,” he orders, and when I do, he fucks me so hard and so deep, tears sting my eyes.
We continue kissing while Quinn quickens his strokes. My ass is high in the air, but I’m still lying on my stomach. Every time Quinn pulls out, he does so slowly, allowing me to feel every hardened inch of him, only to then slam back into me.
The more he does this, the more enjoyable things become.
My body welcomes his delicious strokes, and as I bounce back to meet his passionate thrusts, a string of profanity leaves Quinn.
He grips my hips and commences fucking me hard. The sound of our flesh slapping together and pleasured moans spilling from us both is fucking hot, and I know I’m moments away from coming.
“Tell me you love me,” he hoarsely orders, his strokes wilder, his grip tighter.
