Page 9 of Wicked S.O.B.

“I think she’ll be amazing at whatever she sets her mind to.”

“Hmm. Want me to buy her another horse?” I ask as I drop my head to nuzzle at the smooth valley between her breasts.

I shamelessly bought a horse for Petra last year when I was trying to win Elyse back after she discovered that I was both Quinn Blackwood and Q, the porn star. I didn’t start out to deceive her. It just turned out that both fucked-up personas ended up falling for this perfect creature in my arms.

“You bought her one at Christmas, Quinn,” she protests as her fingers slide into my hair.

“So what? Doesn’t she need a whole stable to try different horses or something to get really good at equestrianism?”

She uses her grip to pull me away from her breasts. “That’s weird. That’s exactly what she said to try and get me to buy her another horse. Have you been secretly boning up on equestrian training without tell me?”

“Not a secret. Keeping her happy makes you happy. I’m the bastard who will always want in on that action.”

“You say the nicest things.”

“Hmm. Also, speaking of boning…” I return my attention to her breasts, flicking the tip of my tongue over one nipple.

A delicate shudder runs through her. “Yes?”

“I need to fuck you again.”

Her eyes darken to that prefucking green I love, and her pussy spasms possessively around me. “Well I guess that’s a good thing, because I’d very much like to be fucked again.”

Satisfaction settles inside me as I rearrange her on top of me. For a while, I give her free rein, let her plant her knees on either side of my hips and bounce on top of me. The past year has seen her body blossom into the ultra-feminine fifties pinup frame her time on the run had eroded. The regular exercise regime I insist upon keeps her energy reserves at the optimum. I need that so I don’t have to worry about wearing her out. Fucking was a means to pass the time before I met Elyse. Now fucking Elyse has become as necessary to me as breathing.

The sight of her full, swaying breasts threatens to drive me over the edge mere minutes after she starts fucking me.

I cup the gorgeous mounds, brushing my thumbs over the hard peaks. “So sexy. So fucking perfect.” Her pussy tightens around my rigid cock. “Tell me you missed me.”

She throws her head back, fucks me faster. “I missed you. So much.”

“Look at me when you say that,” I command.

She curls her legs and settles on her knees. Hands planted on my chest, she stares into my eyes as she resumes a steady, languorous pumping. “The texts were nowhere near enough. I picked up the phone a hundred times to call you just so I could hear your voice. I may have watched a couple of clips of you on YouTube just to hear you talk. I have it bad for you, Quinn. So damn bad.”

I grip her wrists and tug her down to me. One hand on her hip and the other fisted in her hair keeps her immobilized as I take over the fucking from beneath her. Her pupils dilate and her breathing fractures.

“You wanna know what I did before I wrecked the fucking apartment?”

“Yes.”

“I chartered another plane to Vancouver,” I confess as I slide in and out of her.

“Oh my God.”

“I flew all the way across the fucking country, got to the airport, and turned and came back.”

“Oh, Quinn.” Her voice breaks.

“That’s what you do to me, Elyse. That’s what you’ll always do to me.”

I don’t give her a chance to respond. I don’t know if I’m ready for what she’ll say. I pull her down the last few inches and fuse my mouth to hers.

We stay like that, kissing and fucking each other hello again.

Half an hour later, she stirs on top of me.

“Quinn?”

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