Page 101 of Forever Offsides

“Oh fucking hell, Rhett!” catapults from my lips as he slams his cock straight to the hilt, bottoming out in me and nailing into my cervix at an angle that almost has me crying, it’s so good.

His chest meets my back, and his hand wraps around my neck. He pounds into me like this, taking no prisoners. The couch is sliding along the carpet until it bangs into the coffee table, but that’s as far as it can go because the coffee table is solid wood and took three giant moving men to get it in here.

He’s grunting and groaning and making noises I’ve never heard from him. He’s so worked up, so focused on fucking me, there’s nothing else. No words. No roaming hands. Just his cock pistoning in and out of me with sweet brutality.

His sweat drips onto my back, and I smile at that. He’s going to need a shower too.

Forget making me dirty, we’re both filthy.

My neck is squeezed, and I gasp as my eyes roll back in my head.

“Quinn?”

It’s all he says. All he can get out.

It’s a question and a nervous energy, but there’s so much raw, intense heat to his voice that I clench around his cock. I draw a hand away from the cushion of the sofa and cover his hand. Then I press on his fingers and thumb over my carotids.

“Fuck!” he rasps and kisses my spine up to my neck beneath our fingers as our hands limit the blood supply to my brain. My breathing isn’t altered, but hell, if I’m not seeing stars. His lips don’t stop kissing me everywhere they can, and it’s such a sweet juxtaposition to the way he’s savagely fucking me. “Fuck,” he says again. “You’re everything.”

That’s how he makes me feel.

He’s pushing my limits, but I’m pushing his too.

That’s what this says.

His other hand loops around my front and finds my clit. Hard, tight circles are rubbed, increasing the pressure, making everything float a little higher. I already know this will be the most intense orgasm of my life, and I both long for it and fear it.

His ragged breathing is by my ear, his sweaty chest at my back, his dick fucking me with precision, and his hands are holding me, playing with me, working me.

And with all of that, there’s nothing else.

No holding back.

I come on a garbled cry, and his hand releases my throat, sending a geyser of blood back to my brain. I’m dizzy with it. Euphoric. So totally and completely lost, I’m in another realm. Absently, I hear him grunting and groaning and cursing as he comes. But suddenly I’m on the floor, resting on top of him, my head on his chest, and his arms around me, his lips in my hair.

“Quinn?” he says after a long, quiet moment of simply breathing.

“Yeah?”

“Baby girl, are you okay?”

I would laugh if he didn’t sound so worried. “I’m fantastic.”

He releases a shaky breath. “I’ve never… I’ve never done that to a woman before.”

“I’ve never had it done, so that was a fun first for both of us.”

“I didn’t hurt you, though, right? I got scared at the end. I thought you were passing out.”

“No. Just an insane orgasm.”

He chuckles lightly and runs his hands down my hair. “I’m going to take you upstairs and shower you.”

“Okay.”

“Good. I thought you were going to argue with me.”

“Nope. No arguing from Quinn tonight.”