Page 40 of Firecracker

“Lift your leg up. I want to fuck you in the splits.” I move to lift my leg as he grabs my panties, sliding them over, bending his knees so he can place his cock at my wet entrance. He slams into me, rocking me hard against the wall. Quick lifts my leg the rest of the way up onto his chest placing my boot next to his face. He bends down a bit getting a better angle before he thrusts harder, making himself go deeper into me as he leans in.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out.

He has me pinned in the splits against him and the wall as he hammers into me. “Fuck. You're even tighter.” He kisses me. “Goddamn. I’m going to come fast.” He increases his thrusts.

Reaching between us, Quick slips his fingers between my folds, working my clit.

“Quick…” I grit out.

“Fuck. Yeah,” he says breathlessly.

Moans escape me with each thrust of his thick cock as my pussy spasms each time it enters me.

Quick grips my ass. “I. Can’t. Hold-” His neck muscles tighten, and his cock pulses, hardening even more with each thrust.

“Harder,” I breathe.

“Shit. Yeah. I’m close,” he grunts.

Quick leans in, biting my neck. My legs start to quiver, and I chant over and over again, yeah, each time getting louder until my orgasm shatters through me and I cry out his name as I come. Quick growls loud, slamming into me repeatedly before dropping his head back releasing a loud, fuck yes, with his orgasm.

Quick withdraws from me, releasing my leg slowly, he wraps his arms around my waist holding me up. Quick leans heavily against the wall for his own support. We both stand there a few minutes panting breathlessly.

“You’ve ruined me,” Quick mumbles into my ear before kissing my neck.

I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him to me, kissing him deep and slow as I drag my fingers through his unruly hair roughly.

Fuck I want more, my body still tingling from his first assault on me, has my body wanting more. I slide my hands down his neck, over his cut, grabbing the sides, slipping it off. Quick stops me, breaking the kiss with a lustful smile. “Does my little Firecracker want more?”

“Yes, please,” I beg.

Quick takes a step back looking me in the eye. “Go lay on the bed. I want you in the splits at the edge of the bed. Facing away from me, leaning onto the bed with your arms straight out above you,” he commands in a deep, smooth voice filled with passion.

Without a word, I move toward the bed. My body is primed and ready to go.

“I want those off but keep the boots on.” Quick points to my lingerie, licking his lips.

Once I’m in position on the bed, I relax laying forward on the bed, I stretch my arms above my head and place my face into the mattress and take a deep breath in. I just lay there and listen to Quick move around the room silently. I hear him go into the bathroom, probably discarding the condom. I hear clothes being removed and at last, the ripping of a new condom has my pussy twitching in anticipation.

The anticipation is killing me. I love it! I can’t remember being this relaxed, and excited, with no worries. I’ve always wondered what Brody wanted or what he was trying to get from me during sex. These last few years he was always demanding or plotting something while I was sedated and couldn’t think straight.

Sensing him behind me, I close my mind off to all Brody thoughts. Quick moves up behind me, but he hasn’t touched me yet. I lick my lips eagerly, and my body starts to shake.

For fuck’s sake, touch me. Jesus, he’s killing me. I love it!

Quick lightly slides his hand over my ass cheeks igniting a long moan from within me. He massages upward, gripping my side before grazing my side boob and then over my shoulder, only to return back down the middle of my back.

“I know you picked those songs tonight for me. It took me a minute, but I figured it out.”

Quick’s torturous fingers glide back up over my shoulder, but this time he doesn’t return. Instead, he grabs the crevice of my shoulder and neck, putting on pressure immobilizing me. While he slides the other one straight down my ass cheeks slipping two fingers into my pussy.

Fuck. Yes.

I tilt my head to the side releasing a long whiny, yes, while he slowly finger fucks me.

“You got me all strung out over this perfect little pussy of yours.” His voice a deep rumble.

He slowly tortures my G-spot. Jesus Christ, don’t stop.

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