“Maybe I will one day.” He rolls his eye back as I begin a steady pace.
Once I get a good rhythm, I move faster, harder, grinding my clit against his unruly bush above his cock. He clutches my hips and helps me move quicker, at a pace that isn’t possible by myself, and it get me to the breaking point fast.
This time, I do slap him, but not his face. I hammer my palms against his chest as I break apart, coming relentlessly. I barely have time to focus when he jackknives and pushes me down and flips me over again, my face smothered against the mattress once more.
He loves fucking me from behind because he can get me to come back-to-back until I’m a worthless ragdoll.
Quin keeps one hand against the back of my head, keeping me pressed down, then rams inside me with a brutal thrust that has me screaming. He doesn’t let up, he doesn’t stop. He pegs my g-spot over and over again, stimulating me from the inside, while the mattress rubs against my clit, stimulating me from the outside.
“Mine. You’re mine, Mama. Mine.” He plants himself as hard as he can to make his point.
I hold onto the blanket while he takes me for the ride of my life. “All yours.” I barely manage to say before my orgasm tips me over the edge again. My mind is reeling and my body is exploding with pleasure.
“That’s it. Milk me. Squeeze my cock, Mama. Mmm,” he hums in approval, slowing his pace. “Look at all your cream coating me. So beautiful.” He leaves his tip just inside my entrance, rutting back and forth to drive me crazy. He snaps his hips, driving to the hilt, and tears brim my eyes from how amazing he feels.
Moving his hand down from the back of my head to my neck, he lifts me up and hooks an arm around my chest to press me against his. I get to rest my head on his shoulder and he fucks into me, changing every dimension of my world.
I come again.
And again.
And again.
Until my vision blurs and I lose my strength to sit up by myself.
No one else makes me orgasm this way. Nobody ever will. It’s like he has mastered my body and knows exactly how to use it, even more than I do myself.
I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.
He spins me around, lifts one leg around his hips and my mouth falls open from the change of position. Quin slows his pace and I hold onto him so tight, I know it has to hurt. He isn’t healed yet from the fall, but I have to hold on.
Letting go isn’t an option.
“Mama.” He drops his forehead against mine. Our lips meet and the kiss is messy, tired, with no real synchronization, because everything feels too good to focus. “Mama, you’re going to make me come.”
“You’re going to make me come too. Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
He presses down on my left hip with every stroke he gives so he is pressed as far as he can go. A choked breath leaves him followed by a whimper. “Look at you taking me. You were made for me.”
I nod in agreement as my body climbs higher, my lungs trying to take in all the air they can as the lightheaded feeling takes over me.
“Bear!” I cry, coming on a sob as he breaks me while I flood the space between us one last time.
A drip of sweat falls from his temple and lands on my chest as he roars his release, thrusting inside me with every spurt that leaves him.
Three, four, five times, before he plants himself for the final time.
I wrap my other leg around his hip, not ready for him to leave, and hold myself close as we catch our breaths.
I’ve never felt so whole as I do right now. I kiss his chest, his neck, and finally his lips.
“I love you, Mama.”
“I love you too, Bear.”
He rolls onto his side so I can stay wrapped around him, his cock lodged inside me. I’m too tired to move, to think, to speak.
I’m ruined.
And Quin told me he would from the first time we had sex.
I’ll ruin you for anyone else, Mama. You’ll realize your life begins and ends with me. You’ll see.
My phone rings and it slowly brings me out of my sex coma. I don’t know how many times Alicia and I had sex last night, but I think I have cock burn. I’m not complaining. A part of me wonders—and I know the chance is slim since she’s on birth control—but after last night, there’s no way she didn’t get pregnant.
I mean, I can hope she is, but if not, I really want to talk to her about getting off birth control. I want us to move forward, get married, and expand our family. I want her forever and bound to me in every single way.
The shrill of my phone stops ringing and I roll over, wrapping my arm around Alicia’s body. I sigh contentedly, the warmth of her skin sinking into mine.
I’m about to fall back asleep when the fucker starts ringing again. Alicia is out cold, which inflates my ego a bit. I smirk to myself, thinking about all the positions, screams, moans, and orgasms that were shared last night.
My hand slaps the nightstand and I search for my phone. When I finally have it in my grasp, I slide the green button to the side without looking at the name.
“Hello?” I mumble, my voice sleepy and hoarse from all the shouting last night.
“Well, sounds like someone had a good night,” Boomer teases and he sips something, probably coffee. “I take it your plan worked since you aren’t home.”
I look over to see Alicia, her red hair fanned across the white pillow. “You could say that.”
“Good, I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks, Prez.” I swing my legs over the bed and rub my eye with a yawn. I need to piss. I stand to walk to the bathroom and my fucking foot hurts so bad.
I may or may not have taken my brace off for the night. Luckily, I have it with me in the bag I left in the room before heading to the speed dating event. I limp to the circular table, snag it from the duffel bag, and put it on, letting out a relieved breath from the extra support.
“I hate to rain on your parade or cut your sex-fest short, but I need you to meet the guys at the store to help unload the product. I know you aren’t in the best condition, but if you can just help sort the different flavors where they belong, that would be great.”
“Yeah, Prez. It’s no problem. I’ll bring Alicia by first so she can be with Kimmy. It’s the longest they have ever been apart.”
“Well, Kimmy is still sleeping. She’s zonked. After the beach, we went to Bounce, and she must have jumped on those trampolines until they closed. Then we went to the park and got hot chocolate, and then we played on the playground. She was asleep in the truck before Scarlett even got her seatbelt on.”
“I appreciate it, Boomer. If there is ever anything we can do to repay you guys, just let me know.”
“Nah, we are glad to do it. We’re family.”
“Homer, what the fuck did you do with my juice boxes?”
Boomer exhales at the same time I laugh.
“I stabbed every single one of them, drained them, and threw them away.”
“I’m going to stab you—”
“I have to go. I don’t know why they decided to stop here before heading to the shop, but I wish they hadn’t. I knew if Arrow and Homer saw each other, it would be a fight.”
“Good luck, Prez. Just give Homer some weed. He’ll be happy and chilled out then.”