Page 41 of Firecracker

When Quick withdraws his fingers disturbingly slowly, I protest wiggling my ass.

I whimper, “Please.”

He slaps my pussy lips with his cock a couple times sending a zing straight to my core.

“Those songs.” He taps my sex, moving his cock in a circular motion. “And goddamn, Firecracker, this pussy.” He slowly slides his cock over my swollen clit a couple times. “Rube, what were you trying to say?” He ends his assault sliding his cock up and down my slick folds, coating his cock.

My body is lit up like a motherfucking Christmas tree, and he wants me to talk. I can’t think of anything but wanting his gloriously amazing cock pummeling into me. I clench the bedding above my head burrowing my face, praying for a release. When I don’t answer him, he slaps my ass, jolting my face up with a cry.

“What do you want from me, Ruby?” he demands, gripping my ass where he had just slapped it.

“You,” I say with a breath.

God, forgive me, but I want him. I want him so fucking bad.

Quick still holding me by the shoulder, leans slighting over my body placing his cock at my entrance.

“Do you want all of me or just my cock? Because those songs kinda were telling me a bunch of different things.”

He continues his torture by circling his cock around my pussy, slipping it slightly in but withdrawing it, teasing me.

Please, don’t play mind games. Please.

I get pissed thinking of the games Brody always plays during sex but block the thoughts, pulling myself back to the now, feeling deliriously crazed, I grit out, “I want you. It’s only you I want this weekend.”

Quick’s hand grips me tighter around the neck.

“Please. Quick.” I moan.

Don’t fu-

Without warning, Quick slams in hard, bottoming his lengthy cock against my cervix. Relief and pain shoot through my lower body. “Yes.” I cry out for more.

Quick bends, lowering, gripping my thighs that are still spread out, he begins ramming into me with urgency, grunting, “Only me- Only this weekend…” He slams harder, slapping my ass in rhythm with his thrusts.

I burrow my face back into the bed crying out my pleasure, feeling my orgasm build. Hearing his panting and groans of his own ecstasy sends me spiraling out of control. My legs start to shake from being in the splits for so long but when my pussy starts to spasm, I lose all sense of my limbs. My pussy clenches around his enormously thick cock with my orgasm thrashing through me. I cry out his name, but it’s muffled by the bed.

“Goddamn. Firecracker, your pussy-” He cuts himself off slapping my ass.

I’m seeing stars, and my body shakes uncontrollably.

“It’s mine,” he growls, losing control himself as his thrusts become erratic. “I want you,” he grits through a clenched jaw.

I feel his cock thicken with a pulse, so I clench my walls hard around his dick and moan.

“Motherfucker,” he hisses.

“Come on, baby. One more time.” Quick pushes us up the bed letting my legs slide down, releasing me from the splits but keeping them spread wide. He’s leaning over me inches from my body when he grinds deeper and harder a couple times and then holds it there inside me while he slips his hand between the bed and me, sliding it down over my clit.

“Quick,” I say breathlessly.

Quick starts to move above me, but it’s his fingers that have my attention.

“Oh. Yeah,” I cry out.

My pussy gushes with another orgasm. Quick slowly, snail-like slow works his cock in and out. Dragging out his words with each thrust. I’m about to lose my mind, and he’s inches from my ear, breathing deeply with each seductive word.

“I’m going-”

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