Beautifully Hurt (Beautifully Broken)

Letting go of Quinn’s hand, I give her complete control over my pleasure.

When my teeth tug at her bottom lip, Quinn tightens her hold on my cock, and it rips a moan from me. “Christ, baby. Yes.”

Her confidence grows with every stroke, and she takes over, raining kisses down my throat, to my chest. Untamed desire tenses my muscles as I watch Quinn love me, her mouth exploring my pecks and nipples.

My girl might be innocent when it comes to certain things, but God, her eagerness to learn feeds the addiction I have.

My lips part as she moves lower to my abs, and then she fucking trails her tongue through the dips. My body flushes with heat, and it takes every bit of strength I have to not grab her hair and fuck her senseless. Instead, my hips begin to move, and I thrust into her tight fist.

Quinn moves lower still, and I hold my breath. She exhales, and the warm air hits the head of my cock. Unable to stop myself, my hand darts to the back of her head, and I fist her damp strands tightly.

“Quinn,” I whisper, my eyes glued to her.

Her eyes flick to my face, and then her mouth closes over the head of my cock, and I’m done for.

“Fuck,” I grind the word out, my muscles wound so fucking tight it feels like I’m going to snap at any moment.

Quinn sucks my cock into her mouth, her eyes darting to my face to see my reaction. My fist tightens in her hair to keep her in place as I thrust into her mouth.

“Baby,” I groan, needing to go deeper. “Take a deep breath.”

After she inhales deeply, I thrust as far as I can go without making her gag. Taking hold of her hand, I pull her fingers away from my cock, and guide her down until she’s cupping my balls. “Softly.”

I take over stroking myself, and then Quinn fucking moans from the sight, her eyes darkening with lust. I thrust back into her mouth until her lips touch my fingers, and then I begin to set a pace.

“Moan again,” I order breathlessly, wanting to feel the vibration on the head of my cock.

Quinn moans, and it's all it takes for me to reach my climax. I pull her away, and fisting my cock, I pump hard as I empty myself over my abdomen.

Quinn’s swollen lips are parted as she watches me come, and it makes my pleasure a million times more intense, ripping a grunt from me.

As I come down from my high, Quinn leans over me, and then she fucking licks my cock from base to head, making my body jerk with residual spasms of ecstasy.

A smile spreads over her face as she looks at me. “Just marking my territory.”

I let out a chuckle, my muscles finally relaxing, and then I glance at the mess on my abdomen.

Quinn climbs off the bed, and I get a good look at her ass as she walks out of the room. A minute later, she comes back with a washcloth, wiping my abs clean.

When she begins to gather the damp clothes, I say, “This is the part where you have to cuddle me.”

Her head snaps up. “Crap. Sorry.” She comes to lie down beside me and presses a kiss to my chest. “I thought we were done.”

Chuckling, I shake my head. “Hell no. I told you I love to cuddle.”

She grins up at me, then her cheeks flush as she admits, “I really like what we did.”

“Me too.” I wrap my arms tightly around her, and she presses her face into the side of my neck.

“Thank you, Eli.”

“I’m the one who should say thank you,” I murmur.

Quinn shakes her head lightly. “Thank you for being so patient and gentle with me. You make me feel treasured.”

“That’s because you are.” I press a kiss to her hair. “You’re my greatest treasure.” Enjoying the feel of her naked body against mine, I say, “I love you, baby.”

Quinn lifts her head, and when our eyes meet, she whispers, “I love you. So, so much.”

Cupping her cheek, I press my mouth to hers, kissing her slow and deep.

Chapter 20

QUINN

I’ve been replaying the intimacy Eli and I shared, over and over in my mind.

Watching Eli orgasm was… mind-blowingly hot.

Sigh.

“What’s that sigh for?” Dad asks as he sits down next to me. He’s home for Thanksgiving before he has to leave again.

My face goes up in flames, and I quickly shake my head while lying through my teeth, “Oh, just thinking about the bakery I might open.”

“Might? You not sure about it?” he asks, placing a hand on my back.

I shrug. “It’s a big commitment. What if I fail?”

“Then you try something else. Failing isn’t a bad thing. You gain experience, and next time you start a new business, you’ll know what not to do.”