“We don’t have to do this,” I say even though the words hurt.“We can stop at any time.”
She takes my chin in her hand and makes sure I am looking at her.“For the rest of your life, you will never get another cupcake again if you stop right now.”
“Feisty,” I mutter, before I kiss her again.
I pull her shorts down her legs and undo my jeans to free my cock.It lands heavily against her mound, smearing pre-cum on her skin.
“I wanted to take my time the first time.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” she says with a wink.“You can take your time tomorrow, or the day after.”
I push into her in a single smooth stroke and her back arches.She moans loudly and I lose all control.I thrust into her over and over, chasing pleasure while her pussy tightens around my length.
“You’re mine,” I whisper before I can stop myself.
She doesn’t hesitate and doesn’t pull back.Her hands pull me tighter against her as she whispers in my ear.“I am.”
She grows wetter as her orgasm crashes over her and drag me along with her.Both of us panting and lost in pleasure.Nothing has ever felt this good and I know in my heart nothing else ever will.
After a long silence, she pulls my face to her and kisses me softly.“I think I could love you, Damien.”
I smile softly.“I already know I love you, Quinn.”
Epilogue
Worth the Wait
Damien
Three years later
There are moments in life when time seems to slow down.Not because anything dramatic is happening.Not because the world suddenly stops turning.But because your brain realizes that the moment unfolding in front of you is one you’re going to remember forever.
Right now is one of those moments.
I’m standing at the front of a small white chapel on the edge of Franklinton with my hands clasped in front of me, trying very hard not to look like I’m about to pass out.
