Quinn

Her words are fuel for my desire. Whatever reservations were on my mind, they vanish when she says those three magic words - I want you.

The springs of Abigail’s mattress squeak when I push her on the faded quilt covering. The bed isn’t the best, and those springs are for sure going to wake any neighbors she has, but I don’t care.

Our conversation in the car was more vibrant than any other I’ve had in months. Years, maybe.

What she knows about me, she keeps to herself, so it’s easy to pretend we’re two strangers who hit it off. One of those chance encounters that change everything.

She’s dazzling.

A breath of fresh air.

I’m going to make her mine.

Reason goes out the door when I pull her shirt off, revealing the creamy skin underneath. Goosebumps trail my touch, making her shiver. It’s like my body’s entire content of blood drained to my cock because the throbbing originating from my groin is nothing short of earth-splittingly intense.

I’m torn between foreplay to make her anguish for my cock and just - taking her. Showing her what a man who knows what he wants can make her feel.

My jeans slide off quickly enough, but I leave my boxers on. If I remove them, I won’t have a choice - I’ll want to thrust as hard and deep into her as I can.

In a matter of a couple of hours, Abigail woke a need unlike any other I’ve ever felt.

I want her.

Need her.

Have to make her mine.

My shirt joins the rest of our clothes in a heap on the floor.

She moans against my mouth when I kiss her, and wraps her legs around my hips, lassoing me closer. Our bodies grind together, rough and hot, until her skirt becomes an inconvenience I can no longer bear. I hike it up, push her soaked panties to the side, and pull my cock out.

The bare contact between my shaft and her wet pussy is searing. I give her a good, long thrust, and I’m balls deep inside her.

Fuck.

“Oh God,” she cries, and the tight fit becomes even tighter as her pussy clenches around my cock.

“You feel so good,” I whisper in her ear, thrusting again. “I’m going to”-another thrust-“fuck you”-another thrust-“come for me”-harder-“like you’ve…”-again-“never come before.”

Abigail’s frantic moans send adrenaline surging through my veins.

My hips collide against hers, and there’s no release, no hint of it peaking, so I have to go faster. Smack. Our skin crackles with each thrust, drowning out the squeaking mattress springs.

“Quinn,” she cries. “I’m-”

“You’re going to come for me,” I tell her, kissing her hard. “I want to hear your moans”-I thrust deeper-“as you come for me.”

The way she looks at me through her half-lidded eyes, her lustful expression rouses a primal energy in me. My strokes inside her tight pussy give rise to a tidal wave of pleasure.

In that brief second, just before I explode inside of her, I’m overwhelmed by the desire to own her.

Not just her body.

All of her.

Her pussy clamps down on me one last time before she shrieks in ecstasy, finally reaching her orgasm.

No sooner than I hear the sound of her bliss, jets of cum shoot out of me, a full-body release that makes me roar.

“Wow,” we say in unison, foreheads pressed together.

I roll next to her, utterly spent.

No one - and I do mean no one - has ever gotten me to lose control like that.

Even if I tried to hang on, I wouldn’t have been able to.

The fact I hadn’t even managed to get our clothes off before we went at it spoke to that.

“That was incredible,” she breathes. “I can’t even think straight.”

“Me neither.”

“And you said you weren’t trying to pick me up,” she teases. “Did you really not see this ending right here?”

“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t interested from the moment I saw you, but no. I didn’t think there was any chance.” I roll on top of her and look in her eyes. “But let’s get one thing straight. This isn’t ending right here.”

Her cheeks turn red. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I say, burying my head in her hair, “that we have only just begun.”