Chapter 27 - Olivia #2
I completely lose control of myself. Gone is the self-possessed, unflappable CEO.
She has been quickly replaced by a needy, unabashed, horny whore with an uncontrollable need to fuck her man.
That is what Quinn has turned me into, and I climb on top of him in the middle of my backseat without a single care for who can see through the windshield. I need to obey him. I need … him.
The moment I feel him slide into me, ecstasy surges through my veins like fire.
It fills me up as it spreads out and reaches the ends of my body before turning around and surging again.
It makes me hot all over, my skin prickling and sweating in a flash, and once I feel his cock reach its full depth, I lose all control.
Quinn places his hands on my hips and forces me to grind on him, and I let loose, moving back and forth like I’ll die if I sit still.
My heart rages, my mind turns upside down, my reality twists into a warped version of itself until I can no longer think straight.
I can't see straight. I have no morals or cares. All that exists is Quinn, and I fuck him like he’s the only thing that matters in my world.
“That’s it,” his voice rumbles in my ear. “Show me how much of a slut you are for me. Make me feel how much you want me. Show me that I'm more to you than anyone else has ever been.”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply in a breathy voice that is quickly followed by a moan.
Quinn’s thickness is almost too much. It hurts so good that I can't stop, even when I know I’ll be sore for days after this.
Even if I couldn't walk and needed a wheelchair to get around, no part of me wants to climb off of him.
I keep going, moaning loudly as the windows of my car begin to fog and the car rocks back and forth like a ship on the waves of the ocean.
I hear car engines roaring past us on the nearby road.
There are voices and laughter close by, and I know it’ll only take a glance for people to know what’s happening, but my mind is yanked right back into the situation when I feel a sharp sting on my right breast.
“Don't you dare slow down,” Quinn growls, and I realize that he has lifted my shirt and slapped me across the chest. I watch him uncover both of my breasts entirely and suck the left into his mouth just as he smacks the right. The sting reverberates through my flesh and pulls a moan from my throat. It’s like a spur in my side, motivating me to go faster for him, and I obey.
My hips move like a machine—back and forth, faster and faster, harder and harder, until my lungs burn with the heat of a blue fire.
Yet, I can't stop. Quinn smacks my breast again, then quickly moves both hands up to my throat.
I remember having to teach him how to choke me without killing me, but he clearly doesn't need any more lessons.
His hands squeeze, and they don't ease into it.
My air supply is properly cut off, and I feel pressure building up in my head like a balloon over-inflating.
“Keep going,” he roars, his eyes watching me closely, inspecting his work and squeezing harder. “Keep fucking going, Olivia.”
I want to reply with, “Yes, Sir,” but I can't speak with his grip on my throat. All I can do is keep riding. I fuck him hard and fast, exhausting my body, pushing myself to the brink of unconsciousness until the moment I am absolutely wrecked by an atomic bomb of an orgasm. It explodes in my belly, and the detonation sets off countless others like a violent chain reaction that spreads across every inch of my skin. Quinn eases the pressure on my throat just enough to allow a sip of air, and I use that sip to gasp before screaming at the top of my lungs. The orgasm takes over my entire body, forcing me to scream until my throat is sand and fire, until my stomach cramps and my head throbs with agony. It’s the most blissful, torturous orgasm of my entire life, and I didn't even have to be in my playhouse for it.
Quinn did this to me in the backseat of my own car.
My body collapses forward, my head landing on his shoulder as I pant in his ear.
I hear him breathing heavily, too, but he doesn't let us stay this way for long.
After taking a minute to gather himself, Quinn forces me off of him, lifting his hips until I get the hint and move to the side.
I practically fall onto the seat, unable to move as my legs scream from the exhaustion, but Quinn wastes no time pulling his pants up.
He doesn't even look at me as he does, and I watch him silently until he reaches over and opens the door.
He gets out without a word and slams the door behind him.
Through the windshield, I watch Quinn walk away, still fastening his pants as he heads toward his car in the brighter part of the lot. He has made use of the darkness and now returns to the light.
As I watch him go, I expect to feel angry.
I expect to feel used. I expect to feel astonishment at how forceful he was with me.
But I feel none of it. In fact, as he sinks into his car and starts it up, I’m surprised by my actions, because even though I can't make heads or tails of what just manifested between us tonight, I'm smiling.