Page 87 of The Late Hit
Finding my clit again, he flicks and sucks it into my mouth while two fingers slide inside my pussy. Moving his fingers forward, he drives them deeper, finding that hard-to-reach spot. Working me over with his fingers and his tongue, it doesn’t take long for me to come.
“Oh, oh, oh, god,” I scream. “I’m going to co—” I start just as an orgasm rips through my body.
Moaning and screaming, Quinton doesn’t let up, and I ride out the orgasm.
“Fuck, Wilder,” Quinton grates out.
My chest is heaving, but we aren’t done. Quinton finds my mouth and I taste my salty taste against my tongue which turns me on again, even though I just came. Once again, I’m pushing him on his back, climbing over him and straddling his thighs. His erection is pressed between my ass, his lips never leaving mine while his hands find my nipples.
“Lean up,” he grumbles out.
Leaning up, I watch as his hand finds his cock, placing it at my entrance.
“Shit, condom,” he grits out, fisting his cock.
My eyes find his hooded gaze. “I have an IUD,” I respond.
Both of us search each other before he says, “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
Shaking my head, my eyes find his. “Me, either. But I want to. With you. I trust you, Quinton.”
Grabbing my face with his other hand, he brings me down for a toe-curling kiss.
Bringing my ass up, I let Quinton line himself up to me. He's big, and I know he’s going to stretch me, but the pain excites me. Dropping down, I take him in one go, studying his face the whole time.
“Jesus Christ, Brinley. Warn a guy,” he rumbles, hands grabbing my hips tightly to keep me from moving.
My body is going to be full of bruises tomorrow. The realization elicits chills down my spine. There’s something about being marked by Quinton that does something to me. It’s raw and it’s possessive. I freaking love it.
Slowly, very slowly, I begin rotating my hips. His cock slides in even deeper. Grabbing my hips, he helps move me up and down, up and down.
He’s close, really close this time. I can feel how close. He grips my hips, making me pause.
“Baby, slow down,” he grits with his jaw clenched. “I’m trying to hold out, but you feel so fucking good.”
Slowly, I rotate my hips, giving him a second while letting my climax continue to build. He’s deep inside me, and I feel so full. A fire is burning low in my stomach. I’m close. Deciding I’m ready to come, I take matters into my own hands.
“So come.” I let the words slip out while rocking faster, letting my clit rub against his length. “And then we can do this again.”
My body starts bouncing as his hips thrust up, matching my pace.
“Touch yourself, Wilder.”
I don’t move. His eyes snap from where he’s been watching him pump inside of me, up to my eyes.
“Touch yourself. Come again.”
Lifting my hand from his delicious abs, I bring it to my center, brushing my finger over where his cock is seated inside of me. We both moan as I find my swollen bud. Applying pressure, I rub while he pounds into me. Palming my breast, he squeezes, flicking his thumb over my pebbled nipple. Moving his head he covers my other peaked nipple, bringing it to his mouth, and sucks it between his teeth. He bites down while I apply more pressure to my bundle of nerves that is pulsing with need. He flicks his tongue, and I come as I feel him pulse, spilling himself inside of me. We come together, collapsing on the bed in a heap of limbs.
Fucking perfection. That’s what tonight was.
Holyshit.Bothofus are collapsed on my bed, completely spent. I knew sex with Brynn was going to be great, but that was explosive. Our bodies were in sync, and I feel like such a chump for coming so quickly. But with the combination of her tight pussy and sex without a condom, I was a goddamn goner.
Bringing myself to my feet, I head into the bathroom. Rummaging through my closet, I find a washcloth for Brynn. Running it under hot water, my feet carry me back to where she is still stretched out across my bed. Her eyes are shut, red splotches cover her body from where I marked her—hopefully, I wasn’t too rough—lips swollen, and her curled hair looking freshly fucked. This is an image I want ingrained in my mind forever.
Gently, I run the warm washcloth between her thighs where my cum is leaking out of her. And dammit, my body reacts to the sight. She jumps at the contact.
“Relax,” I speak before she has a chance to say anything. “Let me take care of you.”
