Her legs quiver and she threads her fingers in my hair. To hold on or pull me closer, I don’t know. Don’t care. I only know that I never want this moment to end.
Desire courses through my veins, arousal coiling deep in my balls as I lick and suck, devouring Quinn like a ripe peach on a hot summer afternoon. The little mewling sounds she makes are testing my control, but I’ve already promised myself we won’t have sex until she’s come at least once.
Maybe twice.
I slip a finger inside of her and she moans, the sound deep and guttural.
“Do you like it when I fuck your pussy like this?”
I slowly withdraw the finger and slide it back in.
“Yes.” The admission is half sigh, half plea as her body clenches around my finger. “I need more, Cooper.”
The way she says my name all breathy and pleading has my chest swelling with pride. I slide another finger into her and Quinn gasps when I curl them, stroking her G-spot. She rolls her hips and her grip on my hair tightens as she pulls me closer, bringing my mouth back to her pussy.
Fuck yeah.
I suck her clit hard and she tips her head back, losing herself in the moment.
She looks so damn good, so relaxed, like for once she’s forgotten all of her troubles, her bad luck, and whatever else has her caught up in that pretty head of hers. Her guard is down, and I’m the one she’s chosen to let in. To share this moment.
Just for tonight.
Quinn’s orgasm comes hard and fast and she cries out as her body clamps down on my fingers with renewed intensity.
I hold her, supporting her weight until the last wave of pleasure has passed, and then I pull her down on the bed, so she’s sitting in front of me.
“I— That was amazing,” she says slowly, like she’s having trouble forming complete thoughts with all the post-orgasm dopamine clouding her brain.
“Like I said, we have all night.” I grin, entirely self-satisfied. “No need to rush.”
I climb to my feet, eyes locked on Quinn. Not gonna lie, I’m aching to be inside this woman. Not only for the release, but to show her how good it can be and to prove that she’s not fucking cursed.
She just hasn’t been with the right guy.
I pull a condom from my back pocket and toss it on the nightstand.
The foil packet slides over the edge, and I swoop down to catch it. I’m mentally praising my tight reflexes when my head slams into the corner of the small table.
“Sonofabitch!”
The pain is sharp and intense, like getting crushed by a three-hundred-pound linebacker. It hurts like a motherfucker.
I jerk upright, barely managing to keep my balance as the room spins around me.
Something hot and sticky drips down my face. I press a hand to my forehead, and when I pull it away, the sight of my own crimson blood tells me everything I need to know.
Fuck. Me.
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QUINN
Christ on a cracker.This cannot be happening.Coop reaches out to steady himself, grabbing the closest piece of furniture, which isn’t furniture at all, but a lamp. The delicate lampshade crumples under his weight and he nearly topples over.
I leap to my feet, heart pounding, and wedge myself under his left arm.
My knees buckle under his bulk and he nearly sends both of us crashing to the floor, but I manage to steer him to the bed. I make a mental note to step up my gym routine and give him a quick once-over. There’s a gash on his forehead and his eyes are unfocused.
