Chapter 39 Sadie #3
His rough hands tangled in her hair, winding the strands tight around his fist like reins.
He yanked hard enough to make her spine snap straight, until her back was flush against his chest. “I’m going to fuck the attitude out of you,” he growled in her ear, voice thick and wild. “And you’re going to thank me for it.”
A violent shiver racked her as his free hand roamed down her front, calloused and teasing. His fingers brushed her clit featherlight and her hips bucked reflexively, desperate for more. A needy, broken whimper spilled from her lips. Then two fingers slid inside her, deep and unrelenting.
“Soaked,” he rasped, voice raw with satisfaction. He bit into her neck, dragging a sharp cry from her throat. “Fucking knew you’d be.”
“Bastard—” she hissed, but the word barely left her mouth before he shoved her forward, pushing her back down onto her hands.
He was still holding her hair, controlling every inch of her. She barely had a chance to catch her breath before the thick, blunt head of his cock pressed right up against her slick entrance, not pushing in.
She rocked back, greedy for the stretch, the fullness, the heat of him but he delivered a sharp slap to her ass that echoed through the room. Her body jolted, a strangled cry ripping from her throat.
"Tell me how bad you want it," he bit out, vibrating low in his chest.
She whimpered, hips trembling as he resumed his slow, torturous path, dragging the heavy length of his cock through the folds of her dripping pussy, teasing her clit with just the tip, then pulling back before giving her what she needed.
Her whole body was on fire, thighs shaking, breath hitching in desperate little pants.
"Please," she gasped, trying again to push back onto him. "I need it, please."
He chuckled, cruel and amused, as he reached between her thighs to spread her open wider, exposing just how soaked and swollen she was for him. "I don’t think you want it bad enough," he said, cock twitching against her entrance. "Try again."
Her cry fractured into words. “Please, I need you to fuck me, need to feel you inside me. I can’t take it anymore. Please, Quentin.”
He groaned at that, hand tightening in her hair. “That’s it. Say my name.”
With one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her, thick and deep, stretching her open until she gasped. And then he held still, all the way inside, making her clench and squirm with need.
“Now,” he rasped, voice rough as gravel against her ear, “let’s see how long you last.”
He pulled out halfway, then slammed back in, the crack of his hips against her ass sharp and unforgiving.
“I want you—” another savage thrust, deeper this time, knocking the air from her lungs in a broken gasp.
“Over.”
Thrust. The slap of skin filled the room.
“And over.”
Thrust. Her body trembled, legs threatening to give out beneath her.
“Every fucking inch of you.”
Thrust. His cock drove in to the hilt, stretching her to the edge of what she could take.
“Until there’s no doubt who you belong to.”
Thrust. Each word was driven deep into her, his cock slamming into her relentlessly, his control unraveling with every snap of his hips. The force of it sent her spiraling, pleasure coiling tight, sharp and overwhelming.
“Fuck, Quentin—” she gasped, nails tearing at the sheets. “Harder, please—”
He snapped his hips harder, faster, until the bedframe slammed against the wall with every brutal thrust. His hand slid from her hip to wrap around her throat, not squeezing, just holding.
“You feel that?” he gritted against her ear. “You feel me owning this perfect little pussy?”
She sobbed, her body locking up, pleasure blinding, overwhelming.
“Come for me,” he barked. “Now.”
And she shattered. Her orgasm detonated through her, wrenching a scream from deep inside her. Her pussy clamped down on him so hard it drew a raw, guttural moan from his chest.
He didn’t stop. He fucked her through it, relentless, chasing his own release. With a broken sound, he shoved in deep one last time, grinding deep as his cock pulsed and spilled inside her, heat flooding her until she went boneless beneath him.
They collapsed together, a heap of tangled limbs and gasping breaths. For a long moment, Quentin didn’t move. He stayed pressed against her, his body blanketing hers, one hand still wrapped around her throat in a grip that was protective.
Finally, he pulled out with a low groan. Sadie stayed face-first into the bed, too wrecked to do anything else, her body limp, throbbing with the aftermath.
He flopped down beside her, one arm hooking lazily over her waist. His other hand found her hair, dragging his fingers through it slowly, over and over.
She turned her head, meeting his gaze. A smirk tugged at her swollen lips. “Thank you.”
Because God, he’d fucked the attitude clean out of her, and honestly, he’d earned the win.
“Jesus, Sadie,” Quentin rasped, still breathless. His chest rose and fell like he’d run a marathon. His hand lingered against her jaw, thumb ghosting along her cheekbone. “I hope I wasn’t too rough.”
“Too rough?” she repeated, her voice low. “That was perfect.”
A low, disbelieving laugh slipped from him. His gaze dropped to her lips, then back to her eyes like he couldn’t decide where to land. “You’re gonna ruin me,” he said softly. “You already are.”
He leaned in, his nose brushing hers. “I’ve never wanted someone like this. Not in pieces. Not in moments. I want all of you. All the time. It’s… terrifying.”
Sadie’s breath caught. Her body still hummed from his mouth, his hands, the way he’d looked at her like she was the only thing that had ever made sense.
“You scare me too,” she said finally, quieter now. “I don’t…do this.”
He tilted his head, fingers sliding down to her waist, then her hip. “But you’re doing it with me.”
“Yeah,” she admitted, voice barely there. “And I think I want to keep doing it.”
He didn’t speak right away. Just slid his fingers into hers where their hands rested between them, lacing them together. His thumb moved in slow, steady circles along her knuckles.
“I’ve had flings. People who came and went. But you…” he swallowed hard, voice rough. “I’ve lived a whole lifetime without ever feeling this. And now you’re here, and suddenly I’d burn everything down just to protect this one small piece of joy.”
Something fluttered in her chest, wild and uninvited. And yet, it didn’t feel wrong.
“Too much?” he asked, a little rough around the edges.
She shook her head, lips tipping into a soft smile. “No. Not too much.”
He kissed her, slow and tender, full of all the things he hadn’t said out loud. The feeling slipped straight into her chest and settled there, curling up like something soft and secret and hers.