Quincy writhes underneath me, her eyes rolling back in her head as her nails dig deeper into my back before scraping down. Marking me. I gnash my teeth together, one lip curling up as I fuck her harder, my hips ramming forward, the sound of our bodies slapping together loud in the quiet of the room.
“You love my cock, don’t you?”
“Oh, fuck,” she groans, the sound coming from the back of her throat and it goes straight to my fucking balls. “Yes,” her voice is breathy, “I love your cock.”
“That’s right,” I growl.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I fuck her harder and faster and feel the way her body is tensing around me. She’s close. Fuck.
“Need to feel you squeeze my cock,” I rasp the words and moan at the way her heat wraps around me. “I can feel how close you are.”
“Hawkins,” she keens her hands gripping my ass, her fingers flexing with every thrust.
Her hips move to meet my movements, our moans mixing every time I’m filling her completely. I can feel the way her arousal drips down and coats my balls. The wet slapping sound as I plunge inside of her is fucking sinful.
I love it.
“Tight,” I growl. “So fucking wet.”
“Please,” her voice is strained.
“You’re going to come all over my cock. I need to feel you come because there’s nothing like the way your body begs for my cum,” I grunt the words.
I reach between us and flick her clit.
She fucking explodes and the only thing I can do is stare at her in awe as I pump inside of her, prolonging her orgasm.
Fuck, knowing her pleasure is mine, knowing I pushed her into oblivion, is fucking everything. My balls draw up and I know I’m not going to be able to hold back.
“Fuck, the way your sweet pussy squeezes my shaft,” I grunt. “Your greedy pussy is going to soak up my cum.”
“Fill me up,” she breathlessly begs.
And that’s all it takes. I slam into her a few more times before letting out a roar of satisfaction as I pump my load deep inside of my woman’s pussy.
We’re panting and messy when I kiss her. It’s sweet and surprisingly soft considering I’m still buried balls deep inside of her. She kisses me back, showing me a piece of myself I didn’t even know was there.
Softness.
Sweetness.
Only for her.
“Okay, Hollywood,” I murmur against her lips. “Time to feed you. It won’t be long before you’ll be raking in the chips.”
My woman giggles and I can’t help but kiss her one more time. She might not be willing to trust it, not yet, but she’ll figure out soon enough that I’m not letting her go.
CHAPTER 9
QUINCY
I’ve never been more distracted while playing cards than I am right now. The tournament has been going on for a little while now, but I’m ready to walk away from the table completely. Not because it hasn’t been going well for me—I’ve more than held my own—but because I can hardly sit still.
Not with Hawkins watching me, his eyes filled with heat.
I look over at Aaron as I fold my hand, the cards not on my side when I already know who is holding the winning hand at the table. It’s not me. It’s not Aaron either, but I’m not surprised when he calls to see the river.
