Page 53 of Four More The Merrier

Her hands tremble slightly as she opens the packet. She looks at me for reassurance.

“You got this,” I encouraged with a soft smile.

Quinn rolls the condom over my length with surprising skill for someone who seemed nervous moments ago. Her touch is tentative but thorough, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

“Perfect,” I say once she’s done. “Now come here.”

She straddles me again, positioning herself above me. Our eyes lock, and I can see both determination and vulnerability in hers.

“I’m ready,” she whispers.

I guide her down slowly, feeling her warmth envelop me inch by inch. “You feel fucking amazing,” I groan.

Her hands grip my shoulders as she adjusts to the sensation. “Fuck Lyle, so do you,” she replies breathlessly.

I grip Quinn’s hips, feeling her warmth and softness against my hands. “What’s that song? ‘Save a horse, ride a cowboy’? Show me how it’s done, baby.”

She laughs, the sound breathless and full of desire. “Is that what you want, cowboy?”

“Hell yes,” I murmured, guiding her down onto me. She starts to move, her rhythm tentative at first but quickly growing more confident.

“Like this?” she asks, her voice trembling slightly.

“Exactly like that,” I groan, lifting my hips to meet her thrust for thrust. Each movement sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I can tell she feels it too.

Her tits bounce with every thrust, and I can’t help myself. I lean forward, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth. She gasps, her hands tightening on my shoulders as I suck and tease with my tongue.

“Lyle,” she breathes, her voice a mix of pleasure and need.

I switch to the other nipple, giving it the same attention while my hands roam over her back and hips. Her movements become more frantic, each thrust harder and faster than the last.

“Fuck,” I mutter against her skin. “You’re incredible.”

I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. “Keep going Quinn Dupree. Don’t stop.”

She nods, determination flashing in her hazel eyes as she rides me harder. Our bodies move in perfect sync, each thrust bringing us closer to the edge.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her, my voice rough with need.

Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red at my words. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

I grin up at her, loving the way she banters even in moments like this. “Nice one Cowboy Cassanova.”

She laughs again, but it turns into a moan as I lift my hips higher, meeting her with more force. The truck cab fills with the sounds of our pleasure – gasps, moans, the creak of the seat beneath us.

“I’m close,” she whispers, her nails digging into my shoulders.

“Me too,” I groan. “Don’t hold back.”

She doesn’t need any more encouragement. Her movements become desperate, each thrust pushing us both closer to release.

“Lyle!” she cries out as she comes undone around me.

The sensation sends me over the edge too. I bury myself deep inside her one last time, groaning her name as I find my release.

We collapse against each other, both of us breathing hard and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Quinn rests her forehead against mine, our breaths mingling in the cool air of the truck cab.

“That,” she says between breaths, “was amazing.”

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