Page 76 of Curveball

“Don’t tell me how to fuck my wife. I know what she needs.”

He starts to drive in and out of me. I can’t believe we’re having sex like this. And it’s good,reallygood. He must be Hercules. Or Popeye, and he ate lots of spinach this morning because it seems effortless for him to hold me and fuck me this way.

He buries his face in my neck as the delicious onslaughtcontinues. He mumbles into me, “Oh god, I’ve missed this. You have no idea how much I need you.”

Him saying things like that fucks with my head, but I’m not going to focus on it. I know this is purely a physical release for him. I’m focusing on what he’s doing to my body, not what he’s whispering in my ear. It’s what he’s always done to my body, electrify it. Why can’t I share this kind of passion with anyone else?

He kisses up my neck. “And I miss kissing.”

I don’t know what that means, but his lips take mine, and all rational thought escapes me. Our tongues work together like they’ve done it a thousand times before. Theyhavedone it a thousand times before. And it’s perfect. Like always.

I think I’d rather he just fuck me, not kiss me. I know I read too much into his kisses because whenever his lips are sealed over mine, I can’t help but be flooded with hope. I can’t help but feel like he loves me the way I love him.

He pushes his long cock in so damn deep. It’s like he reaches the end of me…and then some. It’s not possible for other men to reach the depths Quincy does, both physically and metaphorically.

I’m pulling his gorgeous hair. I tear my lips away and breathe, “So good. Oh, Quincy.”

He pushes his tongue back into my mouth as he pants, “More kissing. I need it. I need you.”

He pounds into my body like a man possessed, both with his cock and tongue. I open my eyes and stare at him. His face is dripping with desire. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was desperate for me.

At some point, I hear Arizona giggling around the corner. She and Layton must be outside of the bar. They’re not very quiet in their flirting and dirty talk. Did they forget we’resupposed to be out here talking? He mentions them going to his place.

I quickly look at Quincy. He’s so absorbed in what we’re doing that he doesn’t even hear them. I spend a minute terrified that he’ll hear their banter and spend another fearful that they’ll find us, but after a few moments, it’s quiet again, other than our moans and slapping skin.

He’s had both hands on my ass the whole time, but now one of them slides up my shirt, pulls down my bra, and grabs one of my breasts. “God, I miss these tits. You have the best tits.”

I run my fingers through his curls while he starts massaging my nipple. I feel the sexy pitching-produced callouses of his fingertips before he pinches my nipple hard, how he knows I like it.

It’s a direct line to my clit. I feel fireworks working their way through my body. Inch by inch, making their way to my core until I’m ready to detonate in a way that only Quincy Abbott can bring out of me.

“Fuck yes. I can feel you squeezing my cock so perfectly. Do you have any idea how good your pussy feels? Your wet, tasty pussy. After the other night, I had to lick my lips, tasting you just to get myself off. So fucking sweet.”

His dirty talk never ceases to ignite me.

He then moves his hand up to my throat. My Achilles heel. As he applies pressure, he whispers, “I know what my wife needs to get off. I own your pussy, baby, I always will.”

That’s about all I can handle. My toes curl and I explode in pure bliss. It’s more than just an orgasm. It’s two years of missing him being inside me physically pouring out. I can hear the sounds of my slickness. I can feel it gushing out of me.

I bite his shoulder to attempt to stifle my unavoidable screams, having no clue whether or not I’m successful becausethe rest of the world, and the fact that we’re in a city alley, ceases to exist right now.

Once he knows that I’m taken care of, he picks up the pace and pistons into me until he finds his own release, grunting loudly,veryloudly, as he floods the condom with his warm seed.

We don’t move for several minutes, both panting heavily. His face is buried in my neck, constantly inhaling me. It’s something he’s always done. I know he likes the way I smell. He’s never been shy about it.

At some point, I pat his back. “Put me down. You’re going to get hurt.”

He doesn’t move. “No. I don’t want this to end.”

I unlock my ankles and slowly force my legs down. They’re a bit numb and wobbly from the mind-blowing orgasm he just gave me. It takes me a moment to get my bearings.

I try to push him away, but he won’t budge. “Quincy,” I whine.

He mumbles into my neck, “Will you come home with me?”

“It’s not a good idea.”

He sighs as his shoulders fall and he lifts his head, looking sad. “Then I’ll take you back to Arizona, so I know you’ll get home safely.”

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