Page 34 of Curveball

One of his hands moves off me and feels around the bed. He suddenly breaks our lips apart. I hate it. I could kiss him forever.

He lifts his body and tears open a condom, rolling it down his massive length. I obviously knew Quincy was big the first time we were together, but I don’t think I appreciated it until I started seeing other men. Quincy Abbott is a man among boys. A god among men. Perfection in an imperfect world.

He sits back on his knees, raking his gaze over my body with lust-hooded eyes. I’m making Quincy Abbott feel this way. Me. Ripley St. James. An imperfect woman.

I breathe, “Please. I want you.”

He places his elbows on either side of me. We’re finally chest to chest again. It feels like both yesterday and a hundred years since I felt him this close.

He begins to push into me. I don’t recognize the sounds coming out of my mouth as he slides in. My walls stretch and form to his girth. Everything that is right in this world opens inside me. Is this how it was our first time? I was too scared to remember the feeling when he entered me. But this? This is bliss.

“You’re so warm and snug, Shortcake.”

He pulls back out a few inches. I hate it. I immediately want him back inside me. Before I can process another thought, he slams back in, and husky moans escape both of our mouths. His jaw is slack as he pulls out and then back in again. I can barely catch my breath, paralyzed by pleasure.

He begins to establish a rhythm. At times my legs are wrapped around his body, but at others I feel the need to spread them as wide as they can go, wanting him as deep inside my body as physically possible.

The heat building inside me is euphoric, but when one of his hands reaches my throat, the sensations head into orbit. Watching Quincy control my body, taking and giving, exerting his pure masculine dominance, is something I know I’ll forever need.

He moves his lips back to mine, first nibbling on my lower lip and then latching on while his tongue plunges into my mouth.

He’s fucking me hard, squeezing my throat, but kissing me with all the reverence in the world. What he’s really doing is blowing my mind.

Every nerve ending is worked to the max until I feel my orgasm teasing me. I’m working my way up a huge mountain, knowing I’m about to reach the highest of heights. The peak.

He lifts his lips from mine while his scorching eyes find mine. He squeezes my throat a drop harder and mouths, “Come for me.”

And I do. I can feel my walls clench around him. I cry out his name as I lose all control and ride into a starry sea of bliss.

He groans out, “Oh fuck, that’s good,” as he roars into his own orgasm, emptying himself into the condom.

In the aftermath, we lay tangled in a sweaty, breathless, sated embrace. My top leg is wrapped around him.

We’re quiet for several minutes as we gather our breath and process the unimaginable sex we just had.

I eventually attempt to move my leg off him, but he holds it in place. “Not yet. I don’t want to come down off this high.” I feel him smile into my neck as he blesses the spot behind my ear with delicate kisses. “We’ve consummated our marriage. It’s now official.”

I giggle. “I guess we’re stuck with each other now.” I playfully shrug my shoulders. “Youreallyshould have insisted on a prenup. I’ve got you right where I want you, Abbott.”

He chuckles. “I suppose I’m now your sex slave. I can live with that.”

“Hmm.” I nuzzle into his sexy chest and allow myself for the briefest of moments to think about what it would be like to really be his wife. To be able to lay in bed with him like this every morning and every night.

What’s crazy is that he seems just as content as me. This is too intimate. It’s dangerous for me. I need to say something to break it.

“What do you do in your spare time here?”

I feel him shrug his shoulders. “Normal stuff. Hang with friends, work out, and practice. Oh, and sometimes I volunteer at the Great Dane Rescue League. Those dogs need exercise. They’re always happy to have volunteers take them to the park for long walks.”

I smile. “That’s so sweet. Do any of them look like Diamond?”

“A few. It’s so tempting to adopt one, but my lifestyle isn’t right for a dog. One day when I have a house, maybe it will happen.”

“I remember you always wanting a house. Why don’t you buy one?”

“I’m not sure Houston is a permanent situation for me.”

“How come?”

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