Stroke of Luck

He lifted his face and gazed up at her. “Are you close, baby?”

“Yes, sir, I…”

He suckled again, and she mumbled incoherently.

“What was that, baby?”

“Yes, I’m so close.”

“Do you want me to make you come right now?”

“No,” she murmured, to his surprise. Then she reached her hand to him. “Please fuck me, Quinn.”

Heat blazed through him, and he found himself prowling over her body, then pressing his cockhead to her wetness. Her hands stroked over his shoulder, and she pulled him closer.

“Oh, yes. Now. Drive into me.”

15

April gasped when Quinn thrust forward, his thick, hard cock filling her all the way.

“Are you all right?” Quinn murmured against her ear, his voice filled with concern.

She giggled softly. “I’ll be better when you start moving.”

She tightened her arms around him, luxuriating in the feel of his hard body against her and the glow of blissful pleasure shimmering through her.

She nipped his earlobe. “I’m so close,” she whispered seductively into his ear.

He groaned, then moved back, his shaft caressing her passage. Then he thrust forward again, stealing her breath.

Austin’s head was on the pillow beside them as he watched, his hand firmly around his cock, stroking its generous length.

Quinn drew back again, then thrust deep.

“Ohhh, yes.” Her insides melted into a quivering mass.

Quinn kept thrusting. When she squeezed around his massive shaft, her pleasure skyrocketed, and she felt dizzy.

He pumped deeper. And faster.

“Oh, God.” She felt tears welling in her eyes.

Having Quinn making love to her … Being married to him …

Her heart swelled as bliss surged through her. She arched against him, taking his cock deeper still.

“Are you close, baby?” Quinn whispered in her ear, his voice raspy.

She nodded, unable to utter words. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and pulled him tighter, arching up again to take him as deep as she could. His cock twitched, and then he groaned and erupted inside her.

The heat of his liquid seed filling her threw her over the edge. She clutched his shoulders and moaned, flying to ecstasy. He continued rocking his hips, keeping her orgasm going on and on.

Finally, he collapsed against her. She slid her arms around him, holding him in a tight embrace. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and their hearts pounded in unison.

After several long moments, Quinn drew back. He smiled warmly, then kissed her, a long, lingering kiss. Then he rolled to his side beside her. His hand covered her breast, then glided down her stomach and over her mound. She sucked in a breath as he stroked her clit.

“Austin, she’s still primed.”