“Gray.” She wanted to warn me, but I heard the underlying tone in her voice. Sensed the desire that mirrored mine.
“You haven’t given me an answer,” I told her.
We were both soaked by the spray of the shower and my hands trailed along her body, walking her back until she bumped into the wall. The cold made her arch away from it, breasts pressing into my chest and allowing my fresh erection to rub against her stomach.
“Aren’t you happy as we are?” Quentin asked.
“I’m selfish and greedy,” I countered.
Her hands ran down my body until I felt her fingers ghost along my cock. I half closed my eyes before I realised we both had the same plan.
“Quentin,” I warned her. “Don’t play this game.”
She looked at me from under her lashes, doe-eyed and innocent. “What game?”
Her knees hit the tiles, hand working along my length in a rhythmic motion before taking me into her mouth. A guttural groan left me as I fisted her wet hair and pushed myself further into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat.
“You fucking know,” I hissed.
This woman was a pain in my ass, but she knew how to work her mouth. Quen’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock before taking me in again. Her head bobbed, inching me further down her throat while her hand reached up to play with my balls. I grunted and pushed, unable to help myself even if she was struggling against her gag reflex.
When she was like this, docile and submissive, I’d give her whatever she wanted, but not this time. I wasn’t losing this one. Leaning down, I grabbed her arms and hauled her to her feet, earning a pout.
“You didn’t like it?” she asked, still playing innocent.
“Are you fucking crazy?”
The act dropped, replaced with sass. “At least we’d both be in the same boat.”
I kissed her roughly, pushing my tongue into her mouth and picking her up from the ground. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I pinned her against the wall.
“Marry me,” I demanded.
“Gray, you are losing your mind.”
I positioned myself, lining my cock up with her before entering her. Her pussy drank me in, welcoming me back, and Quen released a breathy moan.
“I’m not. I want you to be my wife.”
Every few words were punctuated by my mouth on her neck, shoulders, breasts. Quen ground against me. She could never be patient, and I loved it about her.
“This isn’t fair,” she whined as I thrust deeper inside her.
“I don’t play fair,” I replied, licking her neck and then biting roughly at the skin. Her body curled against mine. “I get what I want.”
Quen’s muscles tensed as the conversation melted into pleasure. Her body was mine to do as I pleased and I wasn’t above using it to get what I wanted.
Her walls clenched around me, keeping me in place and coaxing me to finish inside of her again. As her legs grew weak, I slid from her and helped steady her on the ground.
“You can’t persuade me with sex,” she said, resting her head against my chest and catching her breath.
“If you marry me, you’ll get sex with me for eternity.”
She lifted her head. “So, you’re telling me you’ll be celibate if I don’t agree to marry you?”
I frowned. “No.”
“It’s a good thing you’re sexy, bubba.” She sighed, pushing a wet lock of hair out of my face.
