Page 29 of Firecracker

I reply right away and completely serious. “Yes, I want this. You don’t do girlfriends, and I don’t want anything but this weekend. I want it rough and hard, from what I hear you give it good, so yes, this is what I want.”

Quick’s face has a questionable look. “You sure you want it rough?”

I place both hands on the sides of his face, slipping them into his shaggy hair before I move to kiss him but yank his head back pulling his hair giving me access to his neck. “If I have to repeat myself every time this might not work.” Biting his neck I lick up to his earlobe nipping it.

Quick reaches from behind me, mirroring my action, grabbing a hand full of my hair and pulling back hard, snapping my head back, arching my body back exposing my chest and neck to him. I hiss in a pleasurable pain and moan my approval.

“Firecracker, if only you knew what I’ve wanted to do to this body of yours.” Sliding his free hand down my face, neck, over my breast where he stops to pinch my nipple before cascading down slipping it into the boxers grabbing my ass. “And this fucking hair.” He tugs harder. “Goddamn, this wild fucking hair of yours turned me on before I even saw your face.” He sucks my neck.

“Yes. Fuck me,” I grit out.

Effortlessly he flips over, placing me on my back, kissing me. It becomes all hands on deck with us grabbing each other, trying to get closer. He has his boxers off me in record time, pulling back to rest on his shins and pauses looking down at my now naked body.

Feeling self-conscious I start to move my hands up to cover my tits, but he growls. “Don’t you even move. I want to look at every inch of you,” he says while moving off the bed, leaving me stark naked. He stands next to the bed gripping his cock over his pants.

Holy shit.

His body is pure sin. His whole upper body is magnificently formed with sculpted muscles. There is not one ounce of fat on him. Not like Brody who had a belly. Don’t think of him…fuck.

I continue down his chest locking eyes on the V dip, where his hands are now moving up and down, stroking his cock inside his sweatpants. Goddamn, it’s so defined it has me wanting to follow that happy little trail.

Quick’s bad boy smirk has me feeling warm inside. The way he’s devouring my body looking at every inch while stroking his cock has my pussy throbbing. His sweatpants drop down, springing his cock free letting it bounce with joy. I take a deep breath before licking my lips.

For the love of God, that’s a massive cock.

“You sure you want this? I’m a lot to take,” Quick teases, grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

“Are you sure you're ready for me? I’m a lot to take.” I push up onto my elbows, biting my lip, wanting his cock so bad.

“That’s my firecracker, now get on your knees, I want that fine ass in the air,” Quick growls huskily, rolling the condom down his overly eager cock while moving toward the bed.

I jump onto my hands and knees looking over my shoulder with excitement. Quick moves behind me, grabbing my ass, placing his cock at my entrance.

“Last chance, Rube. You sure you want all of me?” he asks one last time.

“Yes, please. Hurry,” I purr, needing it. I want a new memory. Yes. Fuck me.

Quick grabs my shoulder holding me in place before he starts his assault slamming his cock into my core, a sharp hiss breaks through his clenched teeth. I cry out in pleasurable pain.

“Fuck,” he growls. “Your cunt’s like a fucking hoover. So. Tight,” Quick breathes hammering my pussy, stretching it to form a sleeve around his cock.

“Yes,” I mewl.

Quick grabs both my hips digging his nails into my skin, powering into me, grunting with each thrust.

“Fuck yeah, Rube.”

Thrust.

“That’s it. Fuck.”

Thrust.

“Take all of me.”

Thrust. Slap.

I throw my head back. “Yes. Again,” I grit out.

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