Page 41 of His Wisconsin Wallflower
Taking the steps two at a time, he jogged up with a speed that rivaled his glory days on the field. Raisa buried her face into his neck, and her breath tickled his ears as she exhaled raggedly. Against his chest, her heartbeat thudded and drowned out everything except the desire to be inside her.
With her still in his arms, he struggled with the bedroom door but managed to open it. He stumbled inside and lowered her to the bed.
Standing before her, he ordered, “Unzip my pants.”
Raisa obeyed immediately. He loved that about her. She pulled down the zipper and shoved the jeans down his hips. He wore no underwear, and his engorged cock sprang free into her waiting hands. She looked up at him, desire and insecurity in her eyes.
“Touch me, baby.” He meant it as an order, but it sounded more like a plea.
But when she wrapped her hand around him and gave him a first tentative stroke, it didn’t matter. She rubbed him—fast and inexpert. So, he wrapped his fingers around her hand and guided her. She tightened her grip and nodded along as he showed her how to stroke his thick length. When he let go of her hand, she took over like a champ. His head fell back, and he enjoyed her hand around his cock. It was so much softer and smaller than his own callused palm but just as tight.
He groaned when the tight grip vanished and was replaced by a wet heat that felt so fucking amazing it made his head spin.
God damn it!
Looking down, he grabbed a fist full of her hair and carefully lifted her off his cock. “I don’t think I gave you permission to suck me off, bright-eyes.”
She licked her swollen lips, and grazed the head of his dick with the tip of her tongue. His knees almost buckled.The sneaky minx.
“Uhm, actually, you didn’t specify with what body part or parts I could touch you,’ she replied with sparkling eyes.
Fuck me.
He burst out laughing. “You’re right.”
She eyed his dick. “So, can I continue?”
“You can, but not until you make me come. I want to be balls deep inside you when I blow my load.”
Quinten swallowed hard as Raisa sank to her knees before him, her eyes locked on his. She took him in her hand, her fingers wrapping around his length, and began to stroke him with slow and deliberated moves designed to drive him crazy. With her other hand she cupped his balls, gently massaging them as she alternated between stroking his length and fitting as much of his cock inside her mouth as she could.
Quinten’s breath hitched as she worked him, her mouth hot and wet around him. He tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her movements, his eyes crossing when he bumped the back of her throat, and the muscles there reflexively contracted around the head of his cock.
He groaned as the sensations grew almost too much to bear. Again, he used her hair to pull her face away from his body, careful not to hurt her. “Enough, baby. I want to be inside you.”
They shed the rest of their clothes in a frantic rush, garments tossed aside without a second thought. Quinten’s pulse thundered in his ears as they tumbled onto the bed, grasping, pulling, clutching. Every touch, every movement was charged, driven by a raw, unspoken need that consumed them both. The air between them crackled with urgency, the sheets crumpling beneath their feverish motions.
He pressed her into the mattress, giving her his weight as he moved a hand between her legs, checking if she was ready. “Oh baby, you’re drenched,” he murmured.
“Sucking you off made me needy for you. I love you, Quinten,” she told him, her soft voice filled with emotion.
“I love you, too,” he replied, taking her mouth in a wet kiss and positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. He moved his mouth over her lips and sank his cock partly inside her, the tight grip of her cunt squeezing the head just right. The firstsensations were even better than her wet, hot mouth wrapped around him.
Her body clung to him, inner muscles pulsing around the thick head of his cock, resisting just enough to make him grit his teeth as he pushed deeper. He pulled back and sank back in, a little further now. Repeating the movement, he flexed his ass as his thrusts went deep, and his rhythm became faster, until he was driving into her like a man possessed, flesh slapping against flesh as he drove in and sucked out wetly as he withdrew.
And maybe he was possessed, and she had cast some spell over him, because he had never felt this fucking amazing before in his life.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Raisa sat on the couch, curled up in one corner, wearing one of his old Packers hoodies that looked two sizes too big for her. The sleeves swallowed her hands, and the hem brushed against her thighs as she wiggled her butt to get into a more comfortable position.
She didn’t know it—she never seemed to—but she looked effortlessly sexy. The way her bare legs stretched out along the cushion, the hoodie slipping off one shoulder just enough to tease, made him shift in his seat and adjust his position.
She was completely at ease, radiating a quiet confidence he hadn’t seen before. He enjoyed seeing her like this—comfortable, safe, and utterly herself. It made him want to pull her into his lap, kiss her until she melted into him, and forget all about the outside world.
As if his thought about the outside world had summoned it, the doorbell announced a visitor. Quinten rose, strode to the door, and opened it to reveal detectives Maloney and Zanetti.
“Good evening, Mr. Carrington,” Maloney said with a slight nod.
