“Yes...please...”I whimpered, the idea of saying no not even a thought in my head.
Then, before I knew it, both of his hands were back on my hips, and the man was no longer taking it nice and easy.Instead, he was railing into me hard enough to make me cry out, my fingers digging into the mattress beneath me, and white spots began dancing behind my eyes with each hard thrust into my body.
“Oh, God...”I choked out.“Don’t stop...Quaid, don’t stop...”
“Not until you’re cumming all over my dick, baby,” he growled, his fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises.“Not until my cock is completely covered in your sweet cream.”
It didn’t take long for me to finally explode all over the man, and once I did, Quaid wasted no time working my release into my ass, my mind and body too much of a mess to protest or take a moment.With my body still twitching, I felt Quaid pull his dick from my pussy, and I honestly felt in a daze as he began working the head into my ass, something that hadn’t been planned when coming out tonight.
“Jesus fuck,” he hissed as he took his time sliding inside me, making sure not to hurt me.
“Quaid...”
“Hang on, baby,” he said, and that’s when I heard the sounds of some rustling, and then the next thing that I knew, I felt a warm drizzle of lubricant on my ass, and I couldn’t believe that I’d forgotten about it.I’d been so out of my mind that I’d been willing to let him fight his way in.
“Such a tight virgin ass,” he grunted as he kept pushing inside me, and the damaged part of me like how he’d made the announcement for the audience.“But it’s not virgin anymore, is it, baby?”
“No...”I rushed out, my voice a broken mess.“No, it’s not...”
I wasn’t sure how long it took for him to finally stretch me open enough to fuck me, but once his hips began to move steadily, Quaid reached out, grabbed a handful of my hair, then yanked me upward until my back was arched enough for his lips to warm my right ear, his dick deep in my ass.
“This isn’t the end of it, Zia,” he said.“Once we’re done here, we’re going back to my place, and I’m going to fuck you all night long, baby.”
He wanted to take me to his place.He wanted to take me back to his place, and it was dangerous how wanted that made me feel.In fact, everything about Quaid Crawford felt dangerous.
Nevertheless, I found myself saying, “Okay...okay...”
Chapter 9
Quaid~
My mother was a firm believer in that our destinies chose us, not the other way around.She also believed that, while we did control our choices, we didn’t control the outcome of those choices, and that’s why there was a bigger power at play in our lives.
Well, whether that was true or not, I wasn’t sure.All I knew was that I couldn’t stop thinking about Zia DeLéon, and it was presenting a problem, though not because I still viewed her as a spoiled brat.It was a problem because she was fifteen years younger than I was, her father was still a client, and I couldn’t see how we’d ever have anything in common.
Nonetheless, a week later, and I couldn’t get her off my mind.Plus, instead of going to a hotel like normal people out for nothing but a good time, I’d taken her back to my place, and my sheets still smelled like her.Yeah, I could have washed them the next day, but I hadn’t, and if that wasn’t telling, then I didn’t know what was.
