Page 29 of His Wisconsin Wallflower
“That’s it,” he murmured, thrusting deep, then grinding his hips into hers. “I can feel you tightening around me. You’re right there, aren’t you?”
She didn’t answer with words, didn’t seem to have the breath for it. Her head tipped back, mouth open on a soundless gasp. Her thighs trembled against the bindings. Then her whole body locked up, every muscle taut and shaking.
Her breathing hitch. He surged into her again, and again. “Come for me.”
And then she shattered.
Her cry tore out of her—raw and wrecked—as her inner walls clamped down on his cock in tight, rhythmic pulses. Her back arched hard off the mattress, heels digging into the sheets, as she strained against the ties. Her breath hitched, then caught completely as her orgasm rolled through her in crashing waves. Her face contorted, overwhelmed, desperate, and beautiful. Every inch of her begged for more even as she flew apart, her body writhing under him, trembling with release.
It was too much for the precarious hold he had on his control.
Quinten groaned, as her orgasm dragged his right out of him. The hot, tight, and impossibly wet way she clenched around him ripped away the last thread.
His rhythm faltered.
His hips snapped forward, one last time, burying himself to the root. He stilled as his blinding and brutal release crashed through him. Heat surged up his spine and spilled out of him in deep, pulsing waves, drawn from the center of his soul. His body bowed into hers
His heart hammered
His vision dimmed.
His mind blanked.
He clutched her hips, grounding himself her—slick, shaking, and wrapped tight around him—pussy like she never wanted to let him go.
He dropped his forehead to hers, still throbbing inside her, their breath tangling in the narrow space between their mouths.
When the wave finally passed, he kissed her—soft and reverent. “I’m not done with you yet, bright-eyes,” he murmured. “Not even close.”
Chapter Sixteen
Raisa stirred, the comforting curl of her body mirroring her usual waking position. But that was where the familiarity ended.
A faint trace of Quinten’s cologne clung in the air, mingling with something heady, tangy, and sweet. Her nose twitched at the unfamiliar scent, her brows drawing together as she cracked open her eyes.I had sex. I had sex with Quinten. I had wild and kinky sex with Quinten, and I liked it!
She blinked, keeping her breathing steady. She wasn’t ready to face him.
The room was dim but far from her cozy, cluttered bedroom. The sheets she was lying on were smoother, the bed wider. Her body ached in all kinds ofinterestingplaces. She shifted her legs, and her muscles protested. Her ears started to burn like they were on fire. Oh. Oh. Last night.
A rush of heat surged across her cheeks as fractured images flashed through her mind—his command, the ropes. The pressure of his cock when he finally surged inside her after making her come more times than she could count. His dirty talk egging her on as she allowed him access to her body and into hermind. Her heart thudded as she closed her eyes.I’ll think about that later.She willed her thoughts to focus.
With a shaky inhalation, she scanned the unfamiliar surroundings. A soft light filtered from an ajar bedroom door. It had to be Monday morning.
I need to go to work.
The thought triggered a pang of panic. Oh no, no, no, she was going to do the walk of shame. Or... was it a walk of victory?
A slow smile curved her lips.After last night? Definitely a victory. That man is a champion between the sheets.
She stretched her legs under the covers, each movement slow and deliberate as she unfurled like a cautious chameleon blending into its surroundings. The cool sheets brushed against her, and she worried her lip as her muscles groaned from the unusual exertion. Turning over, she noted the rumpled emptiness beside her. She grazed her fingers over the mattress, and the chill confirmed Quinten had been gone for a while. Relief trickled in but was soon chased away by disappointment.
What was the protocol here? What do you say to a guy after a night like that?
Uhm, hello-oh, how about ‘thank you’!
She smothered a groan.Her pussy was sore—in a good way—from the overuse the night before. Before Quinten, she had only had sex twice, and it had never been like this. Heck, the man was even better than her favorite toy, and she would never ever have thought she would say that about a person.
The soft creak of the door swinging open startled her upright. Light from the hallway framed a tall silhouette, and her heart leapt. She clutched the blanket to her chest, her pulse thundering in her ears.
