Page 56 of Firecracker

Turning me around, Quick slides his hands down over my ass securing my dress from riding up as I entwine my fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. Quick leans down kissing me, sliding a thigh between my legs taking control of our movements. The friction between my legs has me moaning for more. The atmosphere in the club has me feeling high, the lights flashing along with the smoke machine and the mass of people dancing. I feel out of control as we lose ourselves in the music. I give all control to Quick closing my eyes, letting the music fill my soul.

A half-hour later our clothes are damp with sweat. “I could dance all night with you. Your body is perfect for me. Goddamn, Firecracker, I’m so fucking hard right now.” He groans into my neck.

I lean up on my tiptoes licking his sweaty neck before biting his earlobe. “Take me.”

Quick looks down making sure he heard me correctly.

I smile. “Now.”

He grabs my hand and pulls me off the dance floor rushing us to the bathroom. Quick closes the door, locking it and moves us to the counter. “This is going to be quick. Izzy gets off in five minutes and will need to use the restroom.”

“Hurry,” I whine.

Lifting my dress, I slip my panties off, handing them to Quick. He has his pants open and a condom on in seconds. I turn my back to him looking at him through the mirror as he moves behind me, he bends down placing his cock at my entrance. Gripping my hips, he thrusts up bottoming out in one motion with my pussy slick with desire.

“Jesus. This pussy is like crack. My dick craves it.” He grunts with his massive thrust.

“Quick. Oh, God,” I grit through clenched teeth.

I hold onto the counter for support as he leans me forward, bending me over the counter giving himself a different angle. Pounding harder, he goes deeper. “Look at me. Watch me fuck you,” he demands, working me faster.

As I open my eyes, I see him devouring my body with his eyes. Quick reaches in front of me pulling one of my breasts out wrenching it as I cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck me. Harder,” I moan.

Quick, who’s watching his cock glides into my pussy, as he bites his lower lip.

“Harder?” he asks, still fixated at our connection.

“Yes, fuck me harder.”

Quick breaks his stare as he looks up, so he can grab a handful of my hair, yanking it back, making me arch my back as he hammers his cock into my tightening pussy. My orgasm’s at the brink of explosion, as I moan with each thrust.

Quick pulls me away from the counter thrusting up as he yanks my hair back, using his other hand, he slides it down the front of me cupping my mound as he fingers my clit. I scream my release as my walls spasm around his thick cock.

Quick releases me, pushing me up against the counter as he lifts one of my legs, as he pins me down jacking his cock harder and deeper into my pussy. Keeping my eyes on him, I see his neck muscle tighten with each pump. He’s close to his own climax. I reach back with one hand cupping his balls.

“Oh, yeah.” Quick throws his head back groaning his release as he slows his thrust. He releases my leg letting me stand up. Quick still hasn’t withdrawn from inside me. Gripping my hips, he leans down biting my shoulder. “Firecracker. I don’t know what I’m going to do when you leave,” he confesses.

Lost in my own sated state, I don’t reply but just smile. Quick pumps a couple more times before he slips out, disposing of the condom, while I put myself back together and freshen up.

As Quick fixes himself, he stands behind me hugging me and placing soft kisses along my shoulder and neck.

A knock at the door has me giggling, as we move to leave the bathroom.

Izzy yells, “Bitch you better be getting some in there,” from the other side of the door.

I open the door with a huge smile.

“Thatta girl. Get some.” Izzy laughs.

I hug her as she moves into the bathroom.

“I got to pee. Bye, Quick,” she exclaims.

Izzy yammers about her set and the crowd and I tune her out looking at myself in the mirror. My lips are swollen from kissing, and my cheeks are flushed from being fucked properly. I giggle feeling my lips with my fingertips. Izzy comes out of the bathroom and takes one look at me before busting up laughing.

“Damn girl. You got fucked good,” Izzy laughs.

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