“I wasn’t going to let anything happen to her.”
“I know, but I wasn’t only worried about her. My entire life was up there, Quin. You and her. It was like seeing my heart dangling by a thread and on the verge of being crushed. And then… and then you fell.” I try to hold back a sob, but I’ve been holding it in for so long that now that I’m with him, I need to let the pain out. “I screamed your name at the top of my lungs until it hurt and then I still found a way to scream after. I thought you died. I didn’t know what I was going to do.”
“It’s going to take more than a Ferris wheel falling on me to keep me away from you.” He kisses my tears away. “I’m sorry you were scared. I never let go, the rail broke.”
“I know.”
“Kimmy saw me fall,” he says, and a haunted shiver takes over his body. “I’ll never forget the look in her eyes. I’ll take it with me to my grave. The last thing I did before the rail broke was tell her how much I love her.”
“You’re a good man, Quin Rattler.” I drift my hands down his back until my fingers hit the waistband of his trousers, tracing the material until I get to the front. The button snaps and the zipper grinds as I tug it down. The pants brush over his ass and legs as I take them off, his massive cock slapping against my leg once it’s free. “You’re my man.”
He shoves me up the bed and settles between my legs, my pussy throbbing from the long girth pressing against my wet, aching hole. “Say it again,” he mumbles, his lips feather-light over mine.
“You’re my man.” I reach down and wrap my hand around his cock, giving it a good squeeze. “Bear.” Everyone always wants to know why I call him that, but it’s our secret.
It’s his cock.
It’s strong and big. Aggressive.
Downright deadly if he uses it right.
I love when he uses it right.
And the growl that escapes him… it’s deep and threatening like a primal, wild animal.
And I am the prey.
His lips slant over mine and our tongues slip and slide against one another. I thought he’d be more untamed, but it’s like he’s drinking up every second we have together. I don’t know how long we kiss, but my body is on fire and the space between us is slick from my wetness. I ache for him, but he is taking his sweet time.
He glides one hand down my body, cupping my tit and pinching my nipple. I have to break the kiss to take a breath and he hums in satisfaction when he sees how much I want him.
“Quin,” I whimper when he takes my nipple into his mouth.
He drops further down my body, a dangerous glint in his eye as his face settles between my thighs. “I’ve missed this view. Nothing is prettier than this cunt.” He kisses my clit, igniting another wave of lust to throb the sensitive bundle. He strums my clit with his tongue; I dig my fingers into his hair, crying out from the assault.
“Oh, god!” I buck my hips and grind myself against his face. His arm presses down across my lower abdomen to keep me pinned to the bed. He sucks my clit into his mouth and nibbles it lightly, zinging unbearable ecstasy through my veins.
I tilt my chin to my chest and watch as he devours me. His eye is closed, and he has a blissed-out look on his face as he dives his tongue inside me, humming to send vibrations to my depths. I bend my back, arching against him, needing more.
Needing so much more.
I try to close my legs around his neck, but with his strong hands, he stops them, yanking them apart. His fingers dig into my thighs, sending a wave of sensation through me. It has everything becoming much more sensitive, erecting my clit from the hood so he can have full access.
“You taste so fucking good,” he growls into me, delving his tongue inside me one last time before replacing it with a finger.
There’s no caress. He’s knuckle-deep. I knead my breasts, loving the way the pleasure ripples through my body. “Quin, yes! Oh god, yes,” I moan, rocking against his finger.
“You’re so tight. You like being finger-fucked, don’t you?” He slips another finger in and curls them at the last minute.
I jolt when he hits that special spot inside me.
He begins sawing his arm back and forth, hard and fast, fucking me with his wide digits like he would if he used his cock. “Come all over my fingers, Mama. Show me how much you like being torn apart from the inside out.” He slides in another and I gasp, struggling to catch my breath.
“Fuck my fingers, Mama,” he growls while his other hand grips my ass.
A sheen of sweat beads along my forehead as I take his fingers as deep as I can, rolling my hips and grinding against his knuckles. My tits bounce and my lips form an O shape as a tingling awareness gathers in my lower belly.
“Quin.” I grip his arm. I’m getting close. Too close.
“I feel you squeezing me, fucking me like I’m a toy. Get yourself off, Mama. Come on, show me how much you want me and need me. I need to see it. I need to feel it.”
And I always want to give him what he needs.
He bends down and bites my nipple and a kaleidoscope of colors bursts all around me as I come, crying out his name.
“Ah, yes, Mama. Just like that. You’re so fucking wet. I can’t help myself.” He pulls his fingers out of my body, leaving me open and empty. I miss him already. He dives down and laps at my petals, licking me clean of my orgasm, moaning in delight.
When he is done, he lifts himself up and throws one leg over my body, straddling me. “Taste yourself,” he orders forcefully. He shoves his fingers into my mouth and my salty sweetness bursts across my tongue. “You love how you taste, don’t you?”
I nod eagerly, swirling my tongue around him to make sure I get every drop.
In a quick motion, he rips his fingers out of my mouth, grips me by the sides of my head, and rams his cock down my throat. The intrusion is a welcome surprise. I love sucking his cock.
Well…
I love him using my mouth with his cock. I don’t do much but let him do whatever he wants to me.
The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat and I gag. My eyes water from the inability to breathe, but he doesn’t let up. He fucks my face just like he fucked me with his fingers: brutally, and with one goal in mind.
I grab onto his thighs for leverage, the burst of his precome dancing over my tongue to work its way down to my belly. He stares down at me while I lift my eyes, drifting over his abs to stare over the ridge of his pecs.
“I love it when you cry for me,” he states, wiping a tear off my face to bring it to his mouth. “I swear, I can taste how much you love my cock in your mouth.”
I reach down to play with myself, my pussy pulsating with need, but he bats my hand away and yanks away from the tight suction I made with my cheeks. He pulls away and I moan, feeling empty. His cock shines with saliva, a string of spit still connecting us, and I notice how angry it looks. The tip is red and the vein is bulging with the need to come. His sack is pulled tight to his body, the large orbs full of come I want inside me.
I can’t help myself. I palm the orbs, rolling them in my palms as if they are a pair of lucky dice. I blow on them for good measure.
I need all the luck I can get, right?
I lean down and lick one, then suck the ball into my mouth, moaning when his soft flesh dances over my tongue.