Page 58 of Four More The Merrier

I nod, my breath catching. "Yeah, just...give me a second."

He waits, his forehead resting against mine, his breath warm on my lips. When I'm ready, I give him a small nod. He begins to thrust, hard and slow, each movement deliberate and powerful. It feels like he's trying to fuck away every ounce of pain and loneliness he's ever felt. And I get it—I really do.

"Austen," I breathe out between thrusts, "let go."

He looks at me, something dark and desperate in his eyes. Then he shifts, lifting my leg over his shoulder, changing the angle. His next thrust is deeper, more intense. He goes to town like a man possessed.

"Jesus," I moan, gripping the padded floor beneath me.

"God damn," he grunts in response, each word punctuated by another powerful thrust.

I can feel every inch of him inside me, filling me completely. It's overwhelming in the best possible way. The sounds of our bodies moving together fill the room—a symphony of flesh and need.

"Austen," I manage to say through ragged breaths, "this...this is..."

"Yeah," he groans, "I know baby."

His rhythm picks up pace; he's letting go now, truly letting go. Every thrust feels like a declaration—a promise that we're not alone in this moment. The pressure builds inside me, an unstoppable wave cresting higher and higher.

"Don't stop," I plead.

"Not a chance," he replies, his voice rough with emotion.

"I'm close," I pant, feeling the pressure building inside me like a volcano ready to erupt.

Austen suddenly pulls back, leaving me breathless and on the edge. "Not yet," he murmurs, his voice a mix of command and promise. "I'm not done with you."

I bite my lip, frustrated and aching for release. "You better not be," I manage to say, my voice trembling.

He grins, that infuriatingly sexy grin of his. "Hold on tight."

As he thrusts back into me, I grab onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. The intensity of it all makes my head spin. His rhythm is relentless, every movement precise and powerful.

"Mark me," he growls. "Scar me."

My fingers rake down his back, leaving red trails in their wake. He hisses in pleasure and leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "That's it, Quinn."

His hand slides between us, fingers finding my clit with expert precision. He starts to play with it, circling and pressing in ways that drive me wild. The combination of his thrusts andthe attention to my clit sends me spiraling toward the edge again.

"Oh God," I gasp, every muscle in my body tensing. "Austen..."

"Come for me," he demands, his voice low and urgent.

I can't hold back any longer. The wave crashes over me, pulling me under as I scream his name. My body convulses around him, pleasure detonating through every nerve ending.

Austen follows right behind me, his movements becoming erratic as he reaches his own climax. He lets out a guttural moan, hips jerking as he spills into the condom.

For a moment, we just lie there together, panting and trying to catch our breath. His weight is comforting against me, grounding me after the intensity of what just happened.

"Well," he says finally, lifting himself slightly to look at me with those piercing blue eyes. "That was... something."

I laugh softly, still coming down from the high. "Yeah. Definitely something."

He brushes a strand of hair from my face and kisses me gently on the lips. It's a sweet contrast to the raw passion we just shared.

I lie there in the dimly lit sound room, my heart still pounding from what just happened. Austen's breath is warm against my neck, and his arm drapes lazily over my waist. It's comfortable, almost too comfortable.

"We should probably head back," I whisper, half hoping he won't agree.

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