Stroke of Luck

“Ohhh, Quinn.” The feel of him filling her, his thick, hard shaft opening her as it glided in deep, stroking her canal, was exquisite.

Each breath she took was like a drop in a tranquil pool, ripples spreading outward. Filling her whole being with a quiet, yet deeply profound bliss. His eyes darkened to almost black as his cock became a part of her, so deeply imbedded in her body she could barely tell where he ended and she began.

His hips met hers, and she knew he was all the way inside her now. She squeezed him, wanting him deeper still. Wanting to become one with him.

His lips found hers, and the tender kiss opened her heart, drawing out her deepest feelings. The ones she kept hidden even from herself.

Oh, God, she loved this man.

But she couldn’t allow herself that luxury.

She tightened her arms around him, not wanting this time with him to end. Ever.

Their lips parted, and he stared deep into her eyes, his own glowing.

Then he smiled and started to move. His cock dragged along her inner passage, triggering joyful waves of delight. Then it glided deep again. She squeezed around him, and he groaned.

He rocked his hips faster, filling her with his marble-hard cock again and again. She sucked in air, still enthralled by the mesmerizing spell of his eyes.

“You feel so good around me, baby.” The ache in his voice echoed through her.

She tightened her arms around him. “I love you inside me, Quinn. I never want this to end.”

He smiled, deepening the intensity of his eyes. “I’m afraid it’s going to end soon because any minute now, I’m going to come inside you, my sweet. But I won’t allow that to happen until I’ve fully satisfied you.”

His cock filled her again, and he nuzzled her ear. Then he swirled his cock as he pulled back, then thrust hard into her. She moaned as sparks flickered through her.

He thrust again.

“Yes, Quinn,” she murmured against his temple as she tightened around him, a sweltering need burning through her. “Please make me come.”

His lips brushed her cheek, and his eyes glowed with determination. He thrust deep again and again. She arched against him, meeting him stroke for stroke. Her breathing increased as her insides coiled tighter.

“Oh, I’m so close.”

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bsp; “Tell me … baby. Are you … going to … come?” The words were punctuated by his thrusts.

She nodded, her whole body quivering with need. “Oh, yes. Quinn.”

Bliss rose inside her, and she sucked in a breath.

“Oh, God.” She catapulted over the edge, clinging to him as she fell into the void of rapture. “You’re making me come.”

The reedy words were a mere echo in her ears as her body shuddered with her release. Her world shattered as the rapture exploded through her, sending her into free fall.

Then he groaned, and his cock erupted inside her. She moaned again, flung back into euphoria.

Quinn continued pumping into her, keeping her at the height of ecstasy, until finally, the pleasure faded and she gasped for air. Then he rolled onto his side and held her against him, his arms wrapped tightly around her as if he’d never let go.

She rested her head against his muscular chest and nuzzled his warm skin. At the comforting sound of his heartbeat pounding in her ear, she sighed contentedly and snuggled closer, feeling warm and protected in his arms.

* * *

Quinn woke up to the sound of his phone vibrating on the bedside table. He grabbed it and saw a text from Austin.

It’s been 3 hours. Want to grab dinner or still getting busy?