I focus on her clit and rolling my hips while I’m buried deep inside her. Leaning forward, I claim her lips with mine and thrust, sending her spiraling over the edge.
“Quinn,” she proclaims, her pussy squeezing me so hard it’s difficult to move.
Pausing, I just feel the spasm around me, which triggers my own release.
I come hard, pumping my hips as the euphoria sweeps over me. It’s like free-falling through the clouds, a blissful peace surrounding me. Nothing else exists except me, Charli, and the way I feel right now.
Her lips are soft as we both come down from our release. “Damn,” I mutter, her warm breath fanning my face as she chuckles.
“Yeah.”
I pull back, gazing down at her gorgeous face. She’s wearing a smile and glowing like I’ve never seen before. It makes my cock jump, eager to keep that look on her face for as long as I possibly can. She finally meets my gaze, looking completely satisfied and well fucked.
A wave of pride washes over me.
I did that to her.
And dammit, I want to do it again.
“What do you say, Charli? Round two?
CHAPTER
TEN
Charli
Round two?
Hell yes!
But despite the fact I’m more than ready for another orgasm under the expert hand—and dick—of Quinn Garrison, the red light is flashing.
Danger ahead.
Do not proceed.
I could easily become addicted to this man. Just one taste of sex with him is enough to make me want more, to ignore every warning I have where he’s concerned. And dammit, there are a lot of warnings. Not to mention the fact he’s practically part of the family—thank goodness he isn’t—with his deeply rooted friendship with my brother, but there’s the fact he’s five years younger.
Yeah, but let’s talk about that stamina.
He’s still hard, Charli.
Like Thor’s hammer hard.
Not to mention the fact he’s big. I’m never one to compare men’s dick sizes, but in this case, I think it’s only fair. Quinnmakes Richard look like he’d be the guy standing in the corner, still clothed and pretending to be a cameraman in the porn. No way would the producers put him on screen. Not only is he half the size, but he has no clue how to use it.
Now, Quinn on the other hand…
“No.”
“No what?” he asks, making me realize I said that aloud.
“Nothing,” I reply, refusing to confess the thoughts running through my brain.
I push Quinn back, dislodging his cock from my body. I can feel the gush, hear the sound of it splattering on the floor.
He moves out of my way, watching me intently, but I don’t make eye contact. I can feel the judgment rolling off him. Or maybe that’s just my guilty conscious talking. “Everything okay?” he asks hesitantly.
