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    his back and over his perfect ass. Give
    me what I want. Give it to me deep and
    hard and fast. Let me feel the way you
    want me—every thick, hot, hard inch of
    you. Let me see you lose control for me.
    Let me hear you.
    But he hesitated, barely inside me.
    I wiggled impatiently. “Come on. Do
    it.”
    “Not so fast, sweet pea. There’s
    something I want too, remember?”
    Oh my God, was he fucking serious?
    “Yes, yes, anything.” I slapped at his
    butt. Giddy-up, horsey. Let’s do this.
    “Anything? Wow, you must really
    want this.” He pulled out and teased my
    clit with the tip of his cock. “It is going
    to feel good, I promise you.”
    “Please, Quinn,” I whimpered. “I
    need it. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
    “Me too, believe me.” He gave me
    an inch. “But I want more than this from
    you.”
    “OK, yes,” I said impatiently. “I’ll
    go on a stupid date with you. Give me
    more.”
    I got another inch.
    “Not just one date. You have to give
    me a fair chance.”
    “I will, I swear,” I panted. “I’ll even
    introduce you to my friends.” What?
    Why the fuck did I say that?
    Um, because you need to get laid.
    Just agree to whatever, you can worry
    about the details later.
    “I’d love that.” He slid deeper. “And
    how about being my date for Alex’s
    wedding?”
    Oh God, really? The wedding?
    “Yes!” I cried out as finally gave me
    what I wanted, pushing so far I felt that
    sharp twinge deep within, the harbinger
    of a seriously fucking good orgasm.
    Deliriously happy, I held him to me,
    delighted with the ragged breaths that
    escaped him as he moved, ecstatic that
    the fit was such perfection, and goddamn
    jubilant over the fact that not only did
    Quinn have a huge, hard cock but he
    knew what to do with it. I’d been with
    one or two guys in the past who had a
    nice big drill but no clue how to use it
    once it was plugged in.
    Quinn was fucking magnificent.
    Maybe it was because he worked out
    so much and had such a strong core, but
    he moved in ways I’d never
    experienced. His body undulated over
    mine in rippling waves, and he rocked
    into me with a tight, steady rhythm that
    had me spiraling toward my climax in
    record time, even for me. I moved
    beneath him, matching his strokes, our
    bodies becoming slick with sweat. My
    hands were everywhere—his back, his
    shoulders, his ass, his abs. I gasped and
    clawed and panted, racing toward the
    finish, and the more frantically I moved,
    the harder he fucked me.
    “Yes,” I rasped in his ear. “I love it
    hard like that. You’re so fucking good,
    Quinn. Your cock feels so fucking
    good .”
    “Christ,” he growled. “You’re gonna
    make me come right now if you keep
    talking like that.”
    “Now!” I demanded, the tension in
    me coiled too tight to last any longer.
    “Fuck yes, do it!”
    He cursed and drove into me even
    deeper, and everything inside me burst
    wide open. I held him tight to me as his
    body went plank stiff, color and light
    exploding behind my closed eyes as my
    pussy pulsed around his throbbing cock.
    And didn’t stop, didn’t stop, didn’t
    stop.
    Every time I thought it was fading,
    I’d feel him twitch inside me once more,
    and my body would shudder with
    aftershocks.
    “Jesus,” he finally said.
    My face was buried under his chest,
    my hands stuck to his ass. I peeled them
    off. “I think my handprints might be
    permanently seared on your butt.”
    “Well then, we’d be even.”
    I giggled.
    “What’s funny?”
    “You. Spanking me like that.”
    “I can’t be the first guy to do it.
    You’re terribly naughty.”
    “You are the first, actually.”
    He propped himself up on his hands
    and looked down at me. How the fuck
    was his hair still perfect? “Really?”
    “Really.” My heartbeat, which had
    been in the process of slowing down,
    suddenly began to gallop again when I
    looked up at his face.
    To be honest, I wasn’t entirely
    comfortable with it.
    “Let me up. I