Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 419(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
I gasp, my pussy spasming around his thickness. “Yeah. I may have eaten my feelings.”
“I love them.” I look over my shoulder to the wet dream behind me. Not only is he standing there looking like a Greek god with water streaming down his chest and abs, but his eyes are intent on my ass. Heat and adoration are in his depths as he stares at me like I’m his next meal. I look down to watch him run the tips of his fingers along each of my stretch marks. I’ve gained weight, and I wasn’t worried about what he’d think.
Because of little things like this that he does.
He always makes me feel so damn good.
He trails his hands up the globes of my ass, spreading my cheeks again. He groans in such a delicious way, and I’m moaning at knowing just how much he wants me. He covers my back with his body once more and slides a hand between my legs. I gasp when he rolls my clit between his fingers while he fucks me slowly. Each thrust is gentle and sweet as he sucks along my shoulder and neck. Quinn drags his thick lips up my neck to nibble on my earlobe, and I’m arching against him, mindless from his assault on my pussy. He slowly pulls out, then thrusts back in hard, taking my breath away before he growls against my ear, “I want to fuck your ass.”
My lips pull up as I lean my head back into his, my whole body shaking because I’m almost there. “Is that right?”
“It’s mine anyway.”
I snort, but it turns into a moan when he hammers into me in three quick thrusts. “Oh?”
“Oh yeah,” he says, all gravelly and fucking sexy. “My name on the inside of your thigh claims all holes.”
“All?” I grit out, and I’m right there. Ready to fall.
“Every.”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
“One.”
Thrust.
On the last thrust, I’m not sure if it’s his words or how beautifully he’s playing my pussy, as if it’s the strings of his guitar, but I explode like the fireworks at the Stanley Cup win. I’ve been to enough wins, so I know the fireworks are massive, loud, and bright, and that’s exactly how I feel and sound as I come all over him.
“Quinn!” I bellow, and he groans against my neck.
My heart swells when he wraps one arm around me like a steel band, while he brings the other up under my knees before he squeezes my body to his, suspending me in his arms. He thrusts up into me, rutting me like his life depends on it, before he fills me so deeply, I scream his name. He buries his face in my neck, and I can feel his heart slamming into my back, matching the cadence of mine as he fills me with his hot release. I let my eyes drift shut as our breaths fill the bathroom, and he rocks into me. He kisses my neck, my ear, then he whispers, “God, Em. I can’t get enough of you.”
“Don’t try,” I pant, and his strangled chuckle hits me in the gut.
“I have no intention of ever stopping,” he retorts as he slowly lowers my feet to the tile. He reaches up and turns my head for a long, lusty kiss that has me curling my toes against the tiles. He kisses down my shoulder as he pulls out, and his release runs down my thigh. I love how it feels, how he makes me feel. Before I can turn, though, he is kissing down my spine, and then he crouches down and bites my ass cheek. I squeal, smacking him away as he chuckles and then wraps his arms around me to bring me under the water spray.
I lean against him, feeling his heart still crashing against his ribs. “I told you I love that ass. It’s so appealing.” I can only giggle as he squirts some body wash onto a loofah and proceeds to wash me. I look up at him, and my heart swells at the sight of him concentrating on cleaning me up. When he catches me watching, he grins. “What?”
“Nothing. Just taking in the view.”
His lips curve more as he kisses my nose. “You’re the view, Em.” Quinn kisses my lips, and I turn in his arms for a better angle. The loofah hits the floor of the shower between us when the kiss becomes desperate, but I don’t want anything other than his lips on mine. He pulls away, trailing lazy kisses along my jaw and cheeks before he whispers, “If we keep this up, I’ll be late to work.”
I grin against his lips. “I can be your sugar momma.”
He cackles at that. “No way, but I do want your car.”
“Take it,” I say, meeting his gaze, and his eyes soften before he tucks some of my hair behind my ears. “I want you to have it.”