“Not now, honey,” I say, knowing we’ll need plenty of time and lube to prep her for that. “I’ve got other plans for you today.”
She whimpers when I pull my finger away.
Goddamn. I’ve got to be the luckiest son of a bitch to ever live.
Her fingers find my button again, and this time I let her extricate me from my boxers. The second her fist closes around me, I nearly lose it. One stroke. Two. Then she’s notching me at her entrance, desperate to get me inside.
So fucking needy.
“Honey, this is why you were always unsatisfied,” I say, rolling my hips, teasing her slick folds but refusing to give in. “You’re in such a hurry to feed my cock into that pussy you’re skipping steps.” I drag myself through her wetness, slow and deliberate, and her body bows into mine. “Take your time. I can wait until you're good and ready for me.”
I slide a hand between her thighs and bask in the hitch of her breath as my fingers spread her wide. She’s already trembling. So damn responsive, like no one’s ever taken the time to learn her body. I stroke her inner walls as my lips close around the tightened peak of her nipple, and a startled sound escapes her throat. Her hips jerk against my hand, and when I circle her clit with my thumb, her nails dig into my forearms, desperate to hold on.
“Shit. I’m close,” she gasps.
“Already?”
She nods vigorously, and I pull my fingers away.
“Please?” she begs. “I want to—“
“Come on my cock, honey. I want to feelyou when you do it.”
I notch myself at her entrance, then hold her gaze as I spit into my palm and slick myself.
She squirms against me. “Oh, fuck. Why is that so hot, Tripp?”
I chuckle. “I don’t know, but I love how much you love it.”
I grip the backs of her thighs and haul her up, pressing my cock against her soaked opening. One thrust, two, and then I’m finally buried inside her, The feeling is pure bliss.
I’ve waited five years for this moment with this woman. Maybe I didn’t know I was waiting for her, but Christ am I glad I did—being inside her is better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life. I’m completely ruined for anyone else now.
I hold myself still, breathing through the pleasure zipping up my spine, unable to move without coming apart at the seams. She squirms in my arms, impatient for me to fuck her.
Finally, I can move without exploding the second I do. I pull out and rock back into her again, rolling my hips so I’m buried as deep as I can go.
She cries out, and I arch a brow. “Shhh. We don’t wanna get caught now, do we?”
She shakes her head, eyes wide. I use the barn wall to help me hold her up as I slowly move inside her. “Look at us,” I groan, watching as I sink into her again. “You feel fucking unreal.”
Quinn’s eyes drop to where we’re joined, and she watches, gripping my shoulders as she rolls her hips into mine. “Oh God,” she gasps, an awed look on her face. “I’ll never get enough of this.”
The pleasure running down my spine is a warning. I’m not going to last long buried balls deep inside the woman of my dreams.
I spit on my fingertips and circle her clit. Her legs shake as I keep up a punishing pace. My thighs burn, my arms scream, but at the same time,everything about this moment is heaven. She’s fucking perfect, and being inside her is the closest thing to nirvana I’ve ever felt.
“Yes, yes,” she chants with every thrust, and I feel her inner walls tighten around me.
I’m fucking gone.
“Fuck. Just like that, Quinnie. Squeeze my cock with that perfect pussy.”
We are a tangled, wild mess of limbs as she claws at my forearms, scrambling for a grip as she coils tighter and tighter like she’s waiting for me. I’m hanging by a damn thread, but Quinn comes first.
“You let go when you’re ready, honey. I’m right there. I’m just waiting for you.”
It’s as if all she needs is my permission, because the second I give it, she clenches around me, strangling my cock with every spasm, and then I’m coming too, painting her inner walls with every pulse.
