Chapter 17
FORD
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wished I could snatch them back. Especially because of the look on her face. It was too much, too soon, and those kinds of confessions had no place in whatever the hell Quinn and I were doing. Married on paper, spouses in name only…
But I was about to fuck her like she was mine .
Not allowing her a chance to respond, I helped her strip off that cute little dress that had starred in more fantasies than I could count before unhooking her bra and tossing it to the side. And then I looked my fill.
“Jesus Christ, you’re beautiful,” I said, voice scraped raw.
And she was, all soft and inviting. From her hair spread out against my pillow to the slope of her jaw to those full lips and the lush curves of a body she’d been taunting me with for more than a decade.
A body I’d dreamed about plenty but somehow still managed to get wrong because every filthy fantasy I’d concocted of her didn’t hold a candle to the real thing.
“These tits have had me losing my fucking mind.” I cupped them, groaning at how they spilled over my hands, and bent my head to suck one dark pink nipple into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the tip, my cock twitching at her answering moan. “You like my mouth on you, kitten?”
She hesitated for a moment, then finally whispered, “Yes,” as if she didn’t want to admit the truth aloud.
But she still had a ways to go until she was as far gone as I was. I ached to be inside her with a need that was unmatched—to finally feel her under me, around me, consuming me.
Sunlight shone in through the windows, and I took full advantage of her spread out before me, cataloguing every inch.
With her legs draped over my thighs, arms bent and hands resting beside her head, her pussy open and waiting for my dick, she looked like a feast prepared just for me. Ready and waiting for me to devour her.
“If you had any ideas that this would be a one-time thing, get those out of your head right now.” I peered up at her from where my lips hovered over her nipple, and I scraped my bottom teeth over it. “I’m going to need a hell of a lot more than once to get my fill of you.”
I swept my hands over her body, wanting to touch every single soft inch of her. Wanting to grip her tight while I fucked her through one orgasm and straight into the next. Fucked her so hard she screamed my name when she came.
My cock pulsed at the thought, and I sat back on my heels, wrapping my hand around the base to stave off the orgasm that’d been breathing down my neck since my first taste of her pussy. I was hard as stone and aching with need, desperate to slide inside her.
But I needed her just as desperate for me.
Her pussy was still wet from the two orgasms I’d given her, her lips flushed a deep, dark pink, her clit swollen and needy.
I swept the head of my cock through her slit, gathering her wetness before circling my barbell around her clit.
She shuddered in response and bit her lip as she fisted the sheets on either side of her head, her body arching toward me.
“You like that?” I asked, unable to tamp down the self-satisfied lilt of my voice.
“I don’t hate it,” she said, her words stilted.
I chuckled under my breath and kept my touch featherlight, just the barest brush of my cock against her, until she was rocking her hips, tilting them toward me and attempting to get closer.
But I wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted just yet, so I kept it up, stroking her pussy but never sinking inside, driving us both wild.
And then, finally, she groaned, pressing her head back into the pillow as she pinched her eyes shut.
“You need something, kitten?” I’d intended for it to come out teasing, but my voice was rough, my need for her bearing down on me. She had me tied up in fucking knots, so desperate for her I could barely see straight.
“Stop asking questions you already know the answers to,” she snapped, glaring up at me. “Yes, I need something, so would you do it already?”
“Do what?”
She dug her heels into my ass and reached down, sinking her nails into my thighs. “Stop teasing and fuck me.”
“Well, all you had to do was ask…”
She opened her mouth, no doubt to snap back at me, but before she could, I settled my cock at her entrance and pressed just the tip inside her, groaning at the feel of her around me. She was tight and so fucking hot, I nearly came before even really getting inside her.
“ Oh shit ,” she breathed, staring up at me with wide eyes while she gripped my thighs as if she needed the anchor to keep herself grounded.
I couldn’t decide where I wanted to look more, so I split my gaze between her face, watching the expressions flit across it as I filled her, and her pussy, groaning as it stretched around my dick and took another inch of me inside her. “ Fuck , kitten.”
My cock was already throbbing with the desperate need to come, and I hadn’t even gotten halfway inside her yet.
She was tight enough that I had to work for it, so I braced my hand on her lower stomach, extending my thumb down to swirl circles around her clit, relaxing her even more so I could push a little deeper.
“Oh God,” she said, fingers digging into my thighs. “Fuck, you’re big.”
I breathed out a pained laugh as her pussy rippled around me. “Why doesn’t that sound like a compliment?”
“Because it’s not. Holy hell .”
“How much more can you take, kitten?”
“There’s more ?” She snapped her head up, eyes huge as she stared down between us to where I disappeared inside her. “Oh Jesus. I should’ve known you’d try to murder me with your giant cock.”
I breathed out a laugh, my dick throbbing as her cunt squeezed around me.
“Not even halfway in yet, wife. But you wanted my cock, so you’re going to take it.
” I continued to stroke her clit, pressing my other hand to the inside of her thigh and opening her up even more so I could ease farther inside.
“There you go. Open up for me, baby. Be a good girl and let me all the way inside this pretty pussy.”
“Ford,” she panted, cupping one of her breasts and teasing her nipple, her other hand sliding down to join mine against her clit.
And motherfucking hell , there was no stopping me now. Not when my name passed those pretty lips while I was buried inside her and she guided my fingers with her own, showing me exactly how she like to be touched.
With a groan, I pushed forward, sliding the rest of the way in and settling my hips against the cradle of her thighs. “Look at you,” I rasped, staring down to where we were joined. “Oh fuck , look at you.”
She was obscene like this and so fucking gorgeous as she took me all the way in, her pussy spread wide around my shaft, her needy clit exposed completely.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she chanted, her eyes glazed as she stared up at me with something that looked an awful lot like awe. “God, you feel…”
“What, kitten?” I asked, pulling out slowly before sinking inside her again. “Tell me.”
She moaned, hips rocking in time to my slow thrusts. “So good. Why is it so good ?”
“Because this pussy was made for me.” I held her hips, digging my fingers into her soft flesh and loving how her body gave against my grip. “Now let’s see if I can make you scream…”
Holding her still, I snapped my hips forward, setting a steady rhythm that dragged my barbell against her G-spot with every thrust. Her eyes were glazed, fingers working frantically over her clit, her pussy tightening around me with every stroke.
“That’s my good girl. Rub that pretty little clit for me. Make yourself come all over my cock so I can fill you up.”
That thought alone had my balls drawing up tight, ready to explode.
I’d never once fucked without a condom—hadn’t thought much about it, to be honest, because it was just a fact of life.
But for reasons I couldn’t articulate, I was desperate to spill myself inside her.
Desperate to sate my need inside my wife and see her filled with my come.
“Quinn,” I managed through gritted teeth.
“Almost,” she panted. “Almo—”
She didn’t even get the word out before she bowed off the bed, her head pressed back into the pillow, eyes closed as she screamed her release.
“Fuck yes, there it is. Christ, you look beautiful coming all over my cock like a good girl. Such a good fucking girl.” I groaned, thrusting one last time and settling as deep inside her as I could, her pussy squeezing my shaft as she came.
I couldn’t take it anymore and finally loosened the control I’d held on to so tightly. With a groan of her name, I exploded inside her, my orgasm ripping through me. I dropped my head to her chest, panting through my release, distantly aware of her fingers running through my hair.
It felt so good— she felt so fucking good—I didn’t allow myself to second-guess what we’d done or worry over the fact that this was supposed to be a fake marriage but I’d just fucked my wife into oblivion.
And I had no intention of stopping anytime soon.