CHAPTER 6 #2
“Lately I’ve been thinking about the life I want in the future, the one I’m moving toward. The one I’ve been actively building and what I want my life to be don’t match.” Her eyes meet mine and her voice holds vulnerability as she asks, “Have you ever felt like that?”
“I didn’t even know I could build a life, a future, for a long time,” I admit, the words falling between us before I can stop them.
I clear my throat and focus back on her, not wanting to let those shadows get too close.
“So, you came here just to change it up? To get away and see what happens?” When she nods, I can’t help but ask.
“Is that why you showed up at Donald’s game?
It wasn’t the smartest choice, Quincy,” I growl.
Her shoulders straighten and she looks down at me with an air of regalness that makes my cock throb and my mouth go dry.
“I promised myself I would say yes to things while I’m here. It wasn’t like he invited me to join him in a dark alley. I’m not some clueless child, I’m a grown ass woman,” she sasses.
Fuck. It’s sexy as hell. There’s no way I can hold myself back from her a second longer.
My mouth claims hers after I close the distance between us. Our lips pillow against each other. She’s soft. So, fucking soft.
She gasps against my lips and I swallow the sound. My tongue pushes into her mouth and she melts into me as she completely gives herself over to me. Our tongues swirl and I’m the one fucking moaning when the taste of her sweet mouth explodes on my tongue.
“Fuck, Hollywood,” I groan against her lips.
“You can’t just kiss me whenever you don’t like what I’m saying,” she murmurs without any real heat in her words.
“That’s not why I kissed you,” I tell her. “I kissed you because I couldn’t not kiss you.” She wiggles in my lap and I groan softly. “And to stop myself from spanking your ass.”
She stills in my lap and her mouth curls into a smile which is downright fucking sinful. “Are you trying to deter me from something? Is that supposed to be a punishment?”
“Damn it,” I curse under my breath. “I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to be able to stop myself from burying my cock deep inside of you, Quincy.” Even I can hear the desperation in my voice, the pain of holding myself back.
“Who said you have to stop yourself?”
And that’s about all I can fucking take. I stand up and turn her until she’s facing the table. With my hand between her shoulder blades I push her down until she braces herself on the surface. My heart hammers in my chest as I pull her skirt up around her waist, exposing the globes of her ass.
“Fuck me,” I grunt. “Never seen anything sexier,” I growl.
“Are you going to tease me or fuck me, Ace,” she entices me while wiggling her hips slightly.
“Hawkins,” I remind her, my tone not leaving any room for argument.
“Hawkins,” she moans as my hand caresses over her ass before squeezing.
My fingers grip the side of the thong she’s wearing and snap the fabric, something feral taking over and making my vision hazy around the edges. I can see the way her arousal glistens on the lips of her pussy when the fabric is pulled away and she’s exposed to my gaze.
“Oh, you fucking want me, Hollywood,” my words are filled with heat. “Look at how fucking wet you are for me. I’ve barely touched you.”
“Please,” she pleads, looking over her shoulder at me. “I need you inside me,” she moans.
I quickly undo my jeans and push them and my boxer briefs down just enough for my cock to spring free. While I grip the base, I slide the crown of my dick up and down her dripping slit. “You want my cock?” I growl the question, barely hanging on.
My cock is throbbing in my hand, and I realize I don’t give a fuck what her answer is. It doesn’t fucking matter.
I plunge inside of her in one, powerful thrust. She cries out as her back arches and her blonde hair flies around her head.
“Quincy,” her name on my lips is a warning, “you’re so fucking tight.”
“Hawkins,” she mewls, “please.”
Somehow the fucking moon gets brighter, or maybe its that my senses sharpen. I can see her so fucking clearly bent over in front of me. Like an offering.
Like mine. All fucking mine.
My hands grip her hips, and I pull her back to meet my thrusts as I start fucking her. Just like she begged me to. Just like she needs me to.
The sounds of our panting breaths and our skin slapping together wraps around us. Then there are her breathy moans and the slick sound of my shaft sliding in and out of her tight, wet heat.
“Yes, right there,” her words feel like praise. “Don’t stop,” she gasps.
“I’m not fucking stopping,” I grit out through my clenched jaw.
It’s the only thing stopping me from filling her with my cum far too quickly. Because I’ve never felt anything like my woman’s sweet pussy wrapped around my dick. It’s too fucking good.
And I never want to be inside anyone else. This is it for me. She’s it for me.
“Quincy,” my fingers bite into her flesh, “your pussy is begging for my cum. You want to feel me fill you up?”
“Oh,” she coos, “please. Fill me up.”
And that’s when I feel it. She’s close. Her walls ripple around me and she lets out a sound which is not quite gasp, not quite an admonishment.
It’s pure fucking pleasure and it wraps around my balls and squeezes.
A tingle shoots up my spine and makes me gnash my teeth together and let out a snarl which is far more animal than man.
Her body locks up and I bury myself inside of her as deep as I can go. I’m not going to be able to stop my orgasm. Not with the way she’s milking me and moaning my name.
“Yes,” I grunt, blowing a hard breath out of my nose. “Take it all, Hollywood.”
“Hawkins,” she breathes out.
And I’m fucking done for.
I pull out of her, wishing I could watch my cum slide out of her just-fucked hole, but there’s not enough light. While standing her up, I turn her and cradle her in my arms. The way she snuggles into my chest, instead of putting distance between us, gives me a little hope.
Like maybe I can get her to believe this wasn’t some quick fuck while overlooking the neon that holds so many captive without them knowing because it’s nothing more than a mirage of prosperity.