Page 30 of Wicked S.O.B.

Her ability to do this to me, to make me see nothing and no one but her, scared me from the very beginning.

I’m terrified now even as pleasure multiplies and shoots its intoxicating venom into my veins. I drag my gaze from her entrancing face to look down at the even more enthralling sight of my cock pulling out of her gloriously tight pink pussy. I flick my gaze upward as I push back in and absorb the wave of pleasure turning her face even more beautiful. The diamond presses against her clit as I grind her against me. The clack of my belt against the glass reminds me I didn’t stop long enough to take off my pants before fucking her. That ought to be engraved on my tombstone:Couldn’t stop long enough for a single fucking thing…when it came to Elyse Elly Lucky Gilbert.

A detached part of me finds that fucking hilarious. Enough to pull my lips into a reluctant smile. She sees it. Her breath catches. And fuck if it doesn’t make her wet enough for me to ease even deeper inside her.

“Ah, my delightful little creature. Did you just give yourself away there?”

“I…what?”

“You just got wetter, took a little bit more of me,” I mutter against her lips. “Did I do something to please you?”

Her beautiful eyes avidly search my face. “Your face. Your smile. It’severything.”

God. I wonder how I’m still standing. How I’m still breathing. Yes, I’m fucking the love of my useless life, that’s how. And here, with her, like this, I’m giving her every damn thing she wants. I fuck her harder, jealously gorging on each hitch in her breathing, each bounce of her beautiful tits, each caress of her gaze.

And because I’m helpless to refuse her a single thing, I let her pleasure fuel my smile.

Tears fill her eyes. “Oh…Quinn. God, I love you so much.”

Something solid and heavy and frightening breaks in my chest right then. “I love you too. So much. Too much.”

She shakes her head. “Never too much,” she whispers. “Never.”

“Kiss me,” I plead, needing that final, ultimate connection.

Her arms slide around my neck, and she offers me her sweet, gorgeous lips. Our mouths fuse together, our tongues creating stunning magic that explodes stars across my vision. I’ve fucked a lot of women in my time. Kissed even more. But the chemistry Elyse and I create together will forever remain unfathomable to me. It’s sacred, and I don’t come anywhere near deserving of it. But, fuck, I’m taking it. For as long as I’m able.

I swallow another moan when it flows from her throat. The first rush of her pre-orgasmic wetness intensifies my insanity. Triggers my own fatalistic crash.

“God. Elyse!”

“I’m coming.” She moans harder.

“Yes! Give it to me.”

Her fingers claw into my hair, her body rolling and twisting beneath the whiplash of love and lust. It’s a blessing and a privilege to watch. I slam into her one last time and shamelessly absorb every convulsion and ripple that spells her ultimate pleasure.

“Quinn…Oh!”

“You’re so beautiful when you come, baby,” I mutter raggedly against her lips, already lost in my impending climax. “I want to make it last for you.”

“Come inside me.”

I intended to do that anyway but the invitation is like a fuse to my balls. They tighten and jerk up, and I explode like a firecracker. “Fuck, yes.” The sensation of drenching her, of triggering another climax with her blackens my vision. The only tangible thing is her, in my arms. I hang on, fighting for breath, pleading for mercy and blessings I don’t deserve.

Because the crack I felt a little while ago is widening, forcing out insane possibilities likebelief.Hope.

Maybe this all doesn’t have to end just yet.

Maybe this fucked-up version of love can sustain us a little longer.

Maybe I can learn from her how to love her better.

My vision clears as my mind wrestles with the possibilities.

“Are you okay?” her soft voice asks.

“AmIokay?”

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