Chapter 30
30
Roman
S he feels so good. Too good.
How could I even have believed that fucking her might get her out of my system? That’s like a junkie lying to himself that one more hit will be enough. He’ll always need more, and God knows I’d rather be in rehab for heroin than try to quit Quinn.
Her pussy grips me from base to tip, firing every sensitive spot as I move inside her. I stare, spellbound, as she surges and writhes beneath me, skewered on my dick as her orgasm seizes her body.
I pull out and roll her onto her belly before she has a chance to calm her breathing. She cries out in shock as I slap her big beautiful ass.
“Up on your knees,” I say. “Now.”
She obliges, lifting her body from the mattress and assuming the position, her head down. I jerk my cock, admiring the curve of her back and the roundness of her ass as she moves, her tiny puckered asshole visible above the rosy hue of her newly-fucked pussy.
I bend down and tongue her asshole, causing her to let out a surprised yelp. She doesn’t resist as I use the flat of my tongue to lap at it, coating it in saliva. The sound of her quiet moans only spurs me on, and I feel her body shuddering with pleasure.
“I’m gonna blow my load in your cunt, baby,” I say. I sit back and rest my cock in the crack of her ass, moving idly back and forth. “Your job is to touch your clit and come again. Are you gonna be a good girl and give me another?”
“Yes,” she replies, and I’m gratified to see her hand appear between her thick thighs, already reaching for the sensitive little button. “I’ll be good for you.”
“You’re such a pretty slut, Quinn.” I position my cock at her entrance. “So good at taking me. I knew you would be.”
I slide inside her in one smooth motion, and she pushes back, bouncing her sexy butt cheeks against my hips. Fuck, I’ll never get enough. I love how much there is of her. So much beauty to cover in spit, come, and handprints.
I bring my palms down hard on her ass, the sound splitting the air, and she squeals. I massage the tender flesh with my palms as I pull out, plunging back in with a snarl of primal satisfaction.
I won’t last long, not with both a pussy and a view as good as this. Her fingertips catch the base of my cock as she touches herself, and her breathing quickens, her muscles quivering around me.
I lick my thumb and rub it over Quinn’s asshole, and she tenses before relaxing and letting me work it. Images assail my mind of railing her ass here and now, but I resist—that’s another sweet hole for me to claim, but for now, I wanna creampie her pussy for the first time.
Quinn’s gasps wind up into insistent moans as I move in and out of her. I move my thumb deeper into her ass, enjoying the grip, and it’s clear she loves the sensation; she throws her ass back and higher, giving me space to really go to town.
I use my free hand to spank her ass again, and the movement of her glistening curves is more than I can bear, especially combined with the ever-increasing grip of her pussy. My climax is gathering power, rolling deep in my body, but then Quinn cries out, and I’m a goner.
“I’m coming again!” she says. “Keep fucking me, Roman!”
Her wet tightness seizes me, and I couldn’t hold back if my life depended on it. I slam into Quinn as I flood her with come, and she collapses on her front, gasping into the pillow as I grind hard against her, giving her every drop.
I roll away onto my back, the ecstasy still sending shockwaves of bliss through me, and I look at the woman I just sullied.
She’s glistening with a thin coat of perspiration, her skin glowing in the moonlight. Her hair is tangled, a substantial damp patch spreading beneath her. My come runs from between her parted thighs, adding to the mess.
She could never look more beautiful than she does right now.
My eyes rest on her face. “Are you alright?” I ask.
She smiles. “I’m not sure of my name, the time, the year, or how many legs I have, but otherwise, I’m great.”
I smile back and get to my feet, heading for the bathroom.
I splash my face with water and dry off with a hand towel. The bathroom is neat and functional, and it’s a good place to loiter for a moment so I can think.
In any other sexual encounter, I always reached a point where I wanted to get away. It’s not that I regretted it, per se. I had no reason to prolong the interaction, and the whole thing got uncomfortable.
This is Quinn’s apartment. If anyone’s leaving, it’s me.