cold tile, I moaned loudly as his pace quickened. Each thrust being followed by the slap of wet skin.
Grunting with passion, his hand coiled inside my hair, snapping my head back his cock drove deeper. My body became fuzzy as he pushed me to climax, thighs shaking, every piece of me writhed under his control.
“Fuck, Quinn! Mm.” Biting my lip, teeth piercing the dampened skin. My pussy pulsed around his cock, milking him as I came.
“That's my favorite part, fuck,” he groaned. His stiffened cock thickened inside me, with one final thrust he lost it. Even behind the condom I felt him shoot his cum, his length jolting inside me, throbbing as he filled it pulse after pulse.
Twisting to look up at him, his muscles were tensed as he let his head fall onto my shoulder. Breathing heavily, he held us both up against the wall.
If he had let me go in that moment, my knees would have buckled, legs would have given way to the shaking in my thighs.
Lifting his head, he peered into my eyes. “Thanks for breakfast, babe.” Chuckling under each inhale, he smiled.
Bursting out laughing, I turned to smack his shoulder. “Yeah, real sweet.”
Pulling me in, his massive size engulfed my body. Quinn draped his finger down my cheek. “There's something about you, Cadence. Something that keeps me wanting more.”
Batting my lashes, I stood speechless. His boldness kept words from forming on my tongue, his touch left my skin aching for more.
Quinn had been everything I've wanted and nothing I expected.
I knew my father wasn't going to let this happen. He wanted me to himself, for his own sick games to mess with my head. All my life he had his fingers tightened around a noose just for me.
But now, that was all going to change. I deserved to be happy, to live my own life. Why did I have to spend every day striving to keep him placid, keep him tamed enough to seem happy?
“Quinn, My dad is going to force you to fight for him. He won't let this happen.” Dropping my head, my fingers teased his elbows, reading the ink wrapping his arms.
Fire surged over his face, his lips tightened, chest puffed out. “He can't control everyone. And he certainly can't control me.”
Quinn sounded so sure of himself, but he didn't know my father.
No one really knew my father; not like I did.
The strength of his fingers tipped my chin up, his gaze set firm. “You don't understand, my father is dangerous. He always gets what he wants,” I said.
“I am not going to fight for him, it doesn't matter what he wants. The only thing that matters is what I want, and that's you.”
For the first time ever, I felt safe. I felt untouchable in his arms.
Gripping my chin, he raised my lips to his, kissing me with such force, my heart beat deafening thumps inside my chest. The pounding silenced the horns from outside, the loud street below was nonexistent, numbness stopped the world around me.
“Get dressed. I want to show you something,” he said, tossing me the blue towel draping the hook on the wall.
“What?” I asked.
“You'll see, just meet me outside in ten minutes.” He pulled his jeans over his hips, a subtle jump shook them into place. Small droplets of water still rested on his shoulders.
I watched one trickle slowly over his skin, following the curves of muscles. I wanted to lick it off, taste it over my tongue before it disappeared.
The door closed behind him, his feet thudded across the floor and the front door shut with a bang. Standing in the bathroom, curiosity began to wrap my belly.
What the hell could he want to show me?
Chapter Nine
Quinn
L eaning against the mailbox secured out front, I waited for Cadence. Nerves riddled my gut, driving my hands into my pockets, I kicked the gravel at my toes.
I was about to bring her into my world, show her a piece of me that had been mine, only mine, since I moved here.
The wind jostled my hair into my eyes, cocking my head to the side, I tossed it from my face. It was chilly out.
Grunting with passion, his hand coiled inside my hair, snapping my head back his cock drove deeper. My body became fuzzy as he pushed me to climax, thighs shaking, every piece of me writhed under his control.
“Fuck, Quinn! Mm.” Biting my lip, teeth piercing the dampened skin. My pussy pulsed around his cock, milking him as I came.
“That's my favorite part, fuck,” he groaned. His stiffened cock thickened inside me, with one final thrust he lost it. Even behind the condom I felt him shoot his cum, his length jolting inside me, throbbing as he filled it pulse after pulse.
Twisting to look up at him, his muscles were tensed as he let his head fall onto my shoulder. Breathing heavily, he held us both up against the wall.
If he had let me go in that moment, my knees would have buckled, legs would have given way to the shaking in my thighs.
Lifting his head, he peered into my eyes. “Thanks for breakfast, babe.” Chuckling under each inhale, he smiled.
Bursting out laughing, I turned to smack his shoulder. “Yeah, real sweet.”
Pulling me in, his massive size engulfed my body. Quinn draped his finger down my cheek. “There's something about you, Cadence. Something that keeps me wanting more.”
Batting my lashes, I stood speechless. His boldness kept words from forming on my tongue, his touch left my skin aching for more.
Quinn had been everything I've wanted and nothing I expected.
I knew my father wasn't going to let this happen. He wanted me to himself, for his own sick games to mess with my head. All my life he had his fingers tightened around a noose just for me.
But now, that was all going to change. I deserved to be happy, to live my own life. Why did I have to spend every day striving to keep him placid, keep him tamed enough to seem happy?
“Quinn, My dad is going to force you to fight for him. He won't let this happen.” Dropping my head, my fingers teased his elbows, reading the ink wrapping his arms.
Fire surged over his face, his lips tightened, chest puffed out. “He can't control everyone. And he certainly can't control me.”
Quinn sounded so sure of himself, but he didn't know my father.
No one really knew my father; not like I did.
The strength of his fingers tipped my chin up, his gaze set firm. “You don't understand, my father is dangerous. He always gets what he wants,” I said.
“I am not going to fight for him, it doesn't matter what he wants. The only thing that matters is what I want, and that's you.”
For the first time ever, I felt safe. I felt untouchable in his arms.
Gripping my chin, he raised my lips to his, kissing me with such force, my heart beat deafening thumps inside my chest. The pounding silenced the horns from outside, the loud street below was nonexistent, numbness stopped the world around me.
“Get dressed. I want to show you something,” he said, tossing me the blue towel draping the hook on the wall.
“What?” I asked.
“You'll see, just meet me outside in ten minutes.” He pulled his jeans over his hips, a subtle jump shook them into place. Small droplets of water still rested on his shoulders.
I watched one trickle slowly over his skin, following the curves of muscles. I wanted to lick it off, taste it over my tongue before it disappeared.
The door closed behind him, his feet thudded across the floor and the front door shut with a bang. Standing in the bathroom, curiosity began to wrap my belly.
What the hell could he want to show me?
Chapter Nine
Quinn
L eaning against the mailbox secured out front, I waited for Cadence. Nerves riddled my gut, driving my hands into my pockets, I kicked the gravel at my toes.
I was about to bring her into my world, show her a piece of me that had been mine, only mine, since I moved here.
The wind jostled my hair into my eyes, cocking my head to the side, I tossed it from my face. It was chilly out.
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