Page 127 of Captivated

“Quinton, I love you,” she purrs against my neck, nibbling, “you’ve left me tingling … everywhere!” She wraps her legs around my hips, rubbing her wet, hot sex against me. She still isn’t satiated. I stroke my hands all over her perfect body.

“Damn, I adore you. We’re going to be one hot couple: my perfection, your perfection,” I whisper, smooching our lips together. I really want to blow my load in her. “I liked you riding me last night.” I shift indicating for her to ride me.

“What?” She giggles.

“Get on it,” I growl, watching her turn her back to me. “Fuck,” I hiss, holding her hips as she sinks down on my cock. “Your ass is fucking gorgeous.” She leans forward, grabbing my ankles, pumping her hips up and down. Watching her taking my impressive cock is driving me mad. I can’t help myself from fucking her from below, thrusting hard, watching my hard cock glisten in her wetness.We fit perfectly. She feels beyond anything I’ve known.“Fuck this is hot,” I hiss, running my hands around her body and squeezing her tits. She wraps her hands around mine, sinking back onto my thickness, taking me as deep as possible.

“Is this what you want Mr. Starks?” Amelia asks, toying with her nipples. She’s sinking back that gorgeous ass, fucking my cock without inhibition.

I want to control this … I need to pound her hard! I push up, shifting her forward and yank myself from her; she’s confused. I take her hands and press them against the headboard. “Hold on sweetheart,” I hiss. I jerk her hips up and slam into her from behind.

“Fuck … Quinton,” she screams, looking over her shoulder at me. She grips the headboard tighter, giving me a salacious smile.Game on!

“You’re driving me insane Amelia.” My voice is distressed. She looks as hot as she feels, gripping the bed for support, on her knees, her ass pulled up and tight against my cock. I slam into her again. Her mouth screams but nothing comes out.She’s unbelievably tight.

I smack her ass hard. “Ouch!” Amelia cries. I grin, watching her face looking over her shoulder at me. I dig my fingers into her hips before I slam hard into her again, making her scream out. This time her body shifts up the bed. She’s pushing her hips deeper into me.I smack her ass. “Again,” she whimpers, pushing harder against me.Damn she likes itrough.Fucking hell, I’m about to explode.“More,” she demands, biting her bottom lip. This time my hand stings against her heated ass. She whimpers, sinking deeper. Her ass has three big handprints.She has a kink.I yank myself deeper in her, scissoring her clitoris. Amelia comes immediately. “Quinton!” Her sex tightens, sucking my cock for more. Her toes curl. Her body shakes beneath me. She’s holding her breath; her grip is almost as depleted as I feel from my climax. I look at the sweat glistening over my rock-hard body.

I whimper, exploding into her, stroking every drop out into her tight, sweet sex, before collapsing on her back. I’m going to have a heart attack fucking this woman. I can’t stop, she just feels like heaven wrapped around me. I kiss and bite her shoulder blades, pulsating deep, trying to collect myself.

“Quinton, you feel amazing,” Amelia purrs, “I love you.” She’s whimpering, her insides sucking me deeper. I stroke her until I’m flaccid. My cum trickles out of her as I pull out.

My chest is about to explode. “You’re going to fucking kill me,” I gasp.

AMELIA

“Icould say the same thing.” I grin, catching my breath. My lady parts tingle with twinges of pain. But it’s a good pain … it’s his calling card to show where he’s been. “I’m not sure I haven’t already died. Since you walked into my life, it’s been like a dream. Shangri-La perhaps!”

Quinton stretches, his arm rolling me in to cuddle against his chest, pulling my leg over his hip. I love tickling my fingers across his fabulous six pack. His chest is heaving; he’s quiet, strumming his fingers across my shoulder while caressing my hip with his other hand.

“Why are you quiet?”

“How long would you want to wait before we got married? It wasn’t pillow talk sweetheart.”

“I don’t know … I’m married now Quinton.”

Quinton softly chuckles. “Why do you think I haven’t already proposed?” His admission makes the butterflies increase tenfold. “I want you to know how serious I am about you … about us.”

I nod, kissing softly across his chest. “I do … Quinton we don’t have to rush this.”

Our eyes meet for a few seconds before he grabs his phone. “I’ll order us fresh drinks. Be sure you cover your tits.”

I think he wants to discuss this further, but I don’t want to ruin the mood by stating the obvious. I readjust the sheet, noticing the clock. “Where did the time go?” He smugly rolls his tongue, looking down at his cock. I roll my eyes, snuggling deeper into him.

Knock! Knock!

“That was fast.” I look at Quinton.

“It’s open.” Toni sits the drinks on the side table. I sink further down in the bed, not making eye contact. “Here, take these. Sorry we never got to them before they got hot.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, at least Toni didn’t fall in your panties sweetheart.” He winks as he gives me my cosmo.

“Mmm this is good.” I relax back on the pillows. “Why are you watching me?”

“I still can’t believe you’re actually here, and I like our little talk sessions after we’ve been together … I am waiting.” Quinton is so cute.

“Oh.” I watch him quietly as I sip my drink. He openly rakes his eyes over my body; he really doesn’t hide any of his lust. “Normally I’m so sleepy afterwards, we have lazy bed talk before I crash.”

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