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she could feel him in her gut. His cock throbbed as if it possessed its own life. “I’m yours, Quinn.”
This time he believed her. He released her. His hand was on the small of her back when he pushed her down to the mattress. He snatched her hand and secured it behind her back, rendering her helpless. He steadily drove in and out of her cunt. His hard cock ground against the tight walls of her vagina as if he were trying to fight every last drop of resistance to make her compliant, docile, and completely tamed.
Her pussy felt hot; she was on fire. Quinn didn’t seem to have any intention of wrapping up anytime soon. Vanessa was amazed at his strength and stamina. Quinn apparently loved to fuck as much he loved work. She tightened her feminine muscles, trying to choke the neck of his cock to see how he would react. Quinn growled. He pushed her head down in submission and hammered her with a series of fast, hard, deep thrusts.
Her mind swirled. Another orgasm lurked around the corner. She tried to hold it off as long as she could, but failed miserably. She came again. Her pussy contracted around his hard cock. She was breathless. She had come multiple times and yet Quinn still went on full steam. What did it take to satisfy him, she wondered?
He let go of her hand and he angled her into the position he liked. He gripped her hips and rained a series of hard thrusts.
She screamed into the sheet.
It hurt, but it hurt so damn good. She was addicted to the way he claimed her. His thrusts intensified. His breath labored. She knew what would come next. Her body tensed. The pleasure gathered. Stronger. It was good. So fucking good. She could not get enough. She loved it. Loved the way he fucked her. Hard. He slammed into her over and over and over until she thought the air around her was thinning.
The pleasure spiked in a fevered pitch. She was on fire. And when it came, it was a rapture. Her breath cut off from her lungs. Her head spun. Quinn put a hand over her mouth, silencing her scream. He jerked and climaxed. Her pussy gripped his cock hard. His shaft juddered inside her, inciting a spasm. One, two. Three. She lost count.
She was a heap of exhaustion when it was over. Quinn pulled her close against his chest and covered their bodies with the comforter. He said something but she was too tired to comprehend anything.
She drifted to sleep.
* * *
The sky was completely dark when she woke later. She checked the clock and was surprised to find she’d been sleeping for eight hours straight. Quinn had gone, but he left a note saying he had errands to do. She took a shower and changed the bedding. She logged into work and checked her emails. A few things needed her attention, but she was too distracted to do anything.
Feeling hungry, she went downstairs for some snacks.
She made a sandwich and ate quickly to refuel. Her body was sore—but it was the happy kind of sore. She didn’t see anyone. The house sounded empty so she went back upstairs. She was going to do a bit of work but found herself too tired so she decided to call it a day early. She slipped under the blanket and turned off the light.
Around dawn, she stirred from her sleep because something was brushing against her.
Something furry.
Massive.
She groped it and startled when she found what seemed like a paw.
What the—
She widened her eyes to get a better look.
A tiger?
She was so surprised she fell out of the bed. She landed on the carpeted floor with a thump.
“Are you okay?” Quinn’s sleepy voice came from above her.
She rubbed her elbow. It took her a second to finally recover her ability to speak. Apparently, Quinn had returned and slept next to her. Why did she think it was a tiger? She must have been hallucinating. Yeah, that was it. It didn’t make sense at all. She was so tired, she started seeing things.
“I… I’m okay.” She got up and joined him in bed.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. I think I was just
This time he believed her. He released her. His hand was on the small of her back when he pushed her down to the mattress. He snatched her hand and secured it behind her back, rendering her helpless. He steadily drove in and out of her cunt. His hard cock ground against the tight walls of her vagina as if he were trying to fight every last drop of resistance to make her compliant, docile, and completely tamed.
Her pussy felt hot; she was on fire. Quinn didn’t seem to have any intention of wrapping up anytime soon. Vanessa was amazed at his strength and stamina. Quinn apparently loved to fuck as much he loved work. She tightened her feminine muscles, trying to choke the neck of his cock to see how he would react. Quinn growled. He pushed her head down in submission and hammered her with a series of fast, hard, deep thrusts.
Her mind swirled. Another orgasm lurked around the corner. She tried to hold it off as long as she could, but failed miserably. She came again. Her pussy contracted around his hard cock. She was breathless. She had come multiple times and yet Quinn still went on full steam. What did it take to satisfy him, she wondered?
He let go of her hand and he angled her into the position he liked. He gripped her hips and rained a series of hard thrusts.
She screamed into the sheet.
It hurt, but it hurt so damn good. She was addicted to the way he claimed her. His thrusts intensified. His breath labored. She knew what would come next. Her body tensed. The pleasure gathered. Stronger. It was good. So fucking good. She could not get enough. She loved it. Loved the way he fucked her. Hard. He slammed into her over and over and over until she thought the air around her was thinning.
The pleasure spiked in a fevered pitch. She was on fire. And when it came, it was a rapture. Her breath cut off from her lungs. Her head spun. Quinn put a hand over her mouth, silencing her scream. He jerked and climaxed. Her pussy gripped his cock hard. His shaft juddered inside her, inciting a spasm. One, two. Three. She lost count.
She was a heap of exhaustion when it was over. Quinn pulled her close against his chest and covered their bodies with the comforter. He said something but she was too tired to comprehend anything.
She drifted to sleep.
* * *
The sky was completely dark when she woke later. She checked the clock and was surprised to find she’d been sleeping for eight hours straight. Quinn had gone, but he left a note saying he had errands to do. She took a shower and changed the bedding. She logged into work and checked her emails. A few things needed her attention, but she was too distracted to do anything.
Feeling hungry, she went downstairs for some snacks.
She made a sandwich and ate quickly to refuel. Her body was sore—but it was the happy kind of sore. She didn’t see anyone. The house sounded empty so she went back upstairs. She was going to do a bit of work but found herself too tired so she decided to call it a day early. She slipped under the blanket and turned off the light.
Around dawn, she stirred from her sleep because something was brushing against her.
Something furry.
Massive.
She groped it and startled when she found what seemed like a paw.
What the—
She widened her eyes to get a better look.
A tiger?
She was so surprised she fell out of the bed. She landed on the carpeted floor with a thump.
“Are you okay?” Quinn’s sleepy voice came from above her.
She rubbed her elbow. It took her a second to finally recover her ability to speak. Apparently, Quinn had returned and slept next to her. Why did she think it was a tiger? She must have been hallucinating. Yeah, that was it. It didn’t make sense at all. She was so tired, she started seeing things.
“I… I’m okay.” She got up and joined him in bed.
“What’s the matter?”
“Nothing. I think I was just
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