Page 26 of Body Lock

Luckily, it didn't end up happening. A fight ensued between two guys over me, it spilled into the streets and a crowd emerged.

He jumped at the opportunity, started charging the group standing by watching.

And there it was, his new endeavor was born.

Recently, my feelings had started to take over, eating me up from the inside. I hated what my father was, and how he treated me. I hated how money drove his needs, how power fed his veins and kept him hostage.

It didn't matter how much I did to please him, it was never good enough.

Meeting Quinn, the way he looked at me, his reaction at the bar and the diner, gave me a sense of being more, deserving more.

I had a horrible feeling, the bitter taste of bile coated my tongue. Bringing Quinn to my dad, placing him in the hands of a monster, it made me want to vomit.

He had helped me, and that single action drew me to him. The desire to let him slide his throbbing cock deep inside my pussy had almost come to fruition.

I was seconds away from letting him fuck me right there in that bathroom. Had it not been for the power my father possessed over me, the fear he had burrowed into my veins since birth, Quinn would've stuffed me up to his balls.

And I wanted that... Ireallywanted that.

Slipping the picture back under the mattress, my hands fell to my breasts. My nipples erect beneath my shirt, stiffening as I gently ran my fingertips across them.

The thought of him, his touch, it made my pussy drip. Even now, the idea of how close I had been to letting him shove his cock deep inside, made my thighs slippery.

Sliding out of my jeans, I laid in bed, tracing the wetness up my bare flesh. Had he pressed me any more, I would've cracked. I thought about the firm, rock solid feel of his dick beneath his pants, the shape it took on as it lifted to press against me.

My fingers edged around the trim of my panties, pulling them to the side, a single finger danced across my swelling clit. My body shuddered with each stroke. Closing my eyes, my finger transformed into his.

Biting my lip to muffle the gasps, my hips pressed into my palm. Rocking forcefully, I buried myself deeper. Picturing his eyes, his intense stare when I opened the door to find him there.

I could feel his muscles as I reached over his chest, and a moan escaped through my lips as I relived the way he felt. My swollen clit spilled around my fingers, mouth biting down harder to restrain the bursts of air trying to find their way out.

Pressing my eyes tighter, I squeezed the lids shut, letting his shadowed kisses run over my neck. Inserting two fingers, my pussy gripped around them, envisioning his girth, and what it would feel like as he sank in deeper, teasing my sex.

My body panted heavily, tingles shooting from my belly to my toes. I couldn't hold back anymore, his ferocity slammed hard. Exploding over my hand, my body jolted with electricity. Turning my face into the pillow, the orgasm filtered through my bones.

He had turned me wicked, spilled me from the inside.

And I only wanted more.

Forcing my mind clear, the weight of the day shifted to a heaviness of my eyes. Quinn hovered over my thoughts as slumber took over.

The ghostly feel of his arms wrapped around me, cradling me in comfort.

And in the mess of my world, he eased my mind.

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