Page 83 of Hard Hitter

Quinn leaned over her, hands gripping the headboard behind her, and whispered, "Rae, I'm about to fuck you so hard. I'm gonna fuck you over and over until you're a gasping, moaning, quivering mess beneath me."

Yes, please.

Unable to find real words as the last few, smaller waves of her orgasm rushed through her body, she bit her lip and whimpered with a nod.

"Tell me 'yes, Quinn'," he said in a low, husky voice in her ear.

Another small whimper escaped her as her body flushed. She breathed, "Yes, Quinn."

"That's right," he nodded. He bent low and covered her mouth with his, and their tongues wrestled as their groans mingled together. Mouths separated, Quinn grabbed another condom out of her nightstand and handed it to her. "Put this on me."

Still, the sensation of her vibrator hummed along her clit and her g-spot, making everything blurry and shaky. With unsteady hands, she unwrapped the condom and slowly sheathed his long, pulsing hard cock. Quinn wasted no time squeezing his cock inside her. She was full when it was just him inside her, and as sleek as it was, this small vibrator still took up space. The pressure between her hips was nearly painful, but somehow excruciatingly pleasurable. When Quinn began to slowly move in and out of her, she adjusted to the extra girth and was almost immediately on the brink of climax.

She dug her fingernails into the backs of his arms. His triceps were hard and contracted as he held himself steady against the headboard. With Quinn inside her, the toy pressed harder into her clit and with only a few long thrusts, Raelyn was rocking her hips into his, crying out his name, feeling the full force of her fourth orgasm crash through her.

"Quinn...oh my-" Raelyn moaned and gasped for breath as her muscles tensed and quivered beneath him. Full thoughts were no longer a thing. She could only think of Quinn. His cock. Those strong, beautifully sculpted arms flexing and releasing above her.

Oh my God.

Feels so good.

Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes!

He clicked the button on the remote, easing the intensity of the vibrations.

A large hand came off the headboard and caressed her breast as her body attempted to relax. The orgasm wanted to last, and her muscles seemed to have no intentions to loosen up. Quinn's thumb circled her nipple and it hardened again under his touch. With that same hand, he eased gently down the front of her stomach, over her pubic bone. The walls of her sex had contracted around him, where they now refused to let go, refused to let up. He smoothly slipped the vibrator out of her and dropped it onto the nightstand, replacing it now with his own fingers to rub her now swollen and impossibly sensitive clit.

"Fuck, Rae, I love being able to control you like that," Quinn groaned. "Just the touch of a button and I can make you come."

"I like feeling you more," Raelyn whispered. "You feel so good moving inside me, Quinn."

The groan Quinn let out was needy and imploring. He grabbed her legs and threw them onto his shoulders. Hands splayed on her thighs, he began pumping and thrusting into her. Hard. Harder. Fast, and faster. With her legs spread like this, she could take him in so deep.Sodeep. Fuck, it felt like her body only had room for him.

He leaned forward, grasping the top of the headboard again, pressing himself between her legs even farther.

Dammit, how was that even possible?

Raelyn wrapped her arms around him, grabbing that ass of his that belonged to a Greek God, and held on, pulling him deeper. Urging him to fuck her harder.

She listened to the sounds of their love making. Their fucking. His goddamnclaimon her body. Moans and groans and grunts and growls and whimpers and breathing and gasping. The sound of his thighs against hers when he slammed into her over and over and over again. The consistent, rhythmic squeak of the mattress. The creak of the bed frame. The distinctcrack!as the headboard clapped against the wall.

Sweat from Quinn's chest dripped onto hers and she fixed her eyes on his body. The way his broad chest and firm washboard of abs contracted with each thrust. The various beads of sweat that were now trickling down his front and onto hers as he fucked her, hard, fast, and deep.

"Quinn...Quinn, I'm-" Raelyn gasped. "Oh, fuck, Quinn, yes!" Her hips rocked against his, her body shuddered, her vision went fuzzy. She was wrapped around him so tight it felt possessive.

As she shook, a pair of rough hands grabbed her by the hips for the second time and flipped her over as if she weighed nothing. This time Quinn gripped her hands, placing them on the headboard in front of her.

"Hang on tight, baby, I don't want you to get hurt," Quinn hissed in her ear and gave it a little nibble.

With her hands where he wanted them, he rested one of his firm hands on the curve of her hip and used the other to spread her legs. "Mmm,fuckyes. Give me a little arch in that sexy back of yours." He placed one hand at the center of her back and pressed slightly downward. Rather than being face down, ass up, her butt was stuck out and back at an angle that reminded her of how strippers crawl on a stage. He slipped a finger into her. “You’ve still got that pussy so wet for me.God dammit, Rae, I hope you never get enough of me. I want you to be wet like this for me every minute of every day.”

The feel of his finger inside her made her quake, even after his whole cock had just about pounded her senseless. She devoured his words and lost herself in them. “Yes, Quinn,” she breathed, and couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her face at the sound of his responding groan.

Quinn gripped her right hip with his right hand, and grasped the headboard with his other, next to hers. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll catch you when this thing comes crashing down.” Then he braced himself on her hip and plunged into her from behind.

Raelyn threw her head back and found Quinn’s shoulder to rest on as he buried his face in her neck. The hand on her hip wrapped itself around her front when he realized how intensely her thighs were shaking. She needed to be held up. Whether this bed broke or not, Quinn would need to catch her. Even though he knew she was coming undone, reaching her limit, he kept going hard. There was a louder creak. The pressure of three hands rocking into the wooden board was too much. Quinn’s weight pounded into her from behind. Again and again.

“Je veux Jouir,Quinn!”Raelyn cried out.“Je veux te faire jouir!”

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