by Author Quinn
Her own fingers find the button of my jeans and she undoes it, and she continues to slide my zip down, only a bit, enough to access the tip of my cock. She moans again, and I know it’s one of appreciation. I’m a whole lot more than the average size. Yes, babe, this big one is going deep inside you.
I loom over her, trapping her on one side of the backseat, not giving a fuck that the cabbie’s most likely watching us through the mirror. I work one hand under her jacket and slip one breast out of her top—she’s not wearing a bra and I enjoy how her nipples almost poke through her top at the bar.
With my lips and tongue continuing to explore the length of her neck, the curve of her ear, the smooth skin of her jaw, I push the tiny fabric away from her pussy and spread her juices with two fingers before spearing her with one long finger. Elle makes the most delightful sounds as I slowly finger-fuck her inside the cab. I throw a quick glance out the window and realize that we are getting closer to the hotel. When I slip my finger out of her, she releases a frustrated groan. I smile at her, not the “I’m a good boy” smile. No, it’s the “I’m going to fuck your brains out” smile.
Then I watch her pupils dilate as I slip my middle finger between her mouth, letting her taste herself on me. Her hungry mouth takes it all, her tongue licking every bit of her juice off that single digit. Fucking sexy. Fucking dirty girl. I take my finger out and replace it with my mouth and tongue.
She tastes exquisite. Fuck honey. This woman has flavors that are out of this world.
The cab driver clears his throat when neither of us makes a move that says we’ve notice we’ve reached our destination. I sit back and reach for the cash in my jeans pocket, and when he’s too busy counting, I zip and button my jeans back up, sending a side-glance at Elle who doesn’t bother adjusting her skirt.
“Keep the change,” I tell the cabbie before I unfold myself out of the cab. I run to the other side and open the door for Elle. Taking the hand I offered, Elle stretches her long legs out of the taxi. This time, she leads the way.
I let go of her hand, and I snake an arm around her waist, keeping her body glued to me. I’m buzzing. Intoxicated from the sampling of her delicious flavors. High from what’s about to happen. I don’t make it a habit to pick women up at bars, and even though Elle might look the part, I don’t peg her for an escort. There’s a confidence in the way she walks, how she seems to own the room, in the subtle way she raises her chin, which tells me she’s used to attention. Although no warm-blooded man would miss how fucking sexy she is in her short skirt, high boots, and huge tits spilling out of her top.
We take the next available elevator and Elle presses a button on the panel. I want to devour her against the sleek wall, prop her long leg over the rail and fuck her until she goes blind, but a niggling conscience—one that reminds me that I do respect women—advices me to wait until I have her alone and avoid giving the elderly couple sharing the elevator with us heart attacks. But holy fuck, Elle makes it difficult when she nips at the underside of my jaw and cups my crotch.
“Behave,” I growl, low enough that only she can hear.
Elle sucks in her bottom lip, between rows of teeth possibly straightened by braces, and peers at me under her lashes. My eyes get pulled lower, to her cleavage, when she presses them on my chest. I could spend hours between those tits. When my mind recalls how hard her nipple gets when I take it between my teeth, the elevator dings.
“Come on.” I drag her out of the elevator and before the doors close, I turn back to the elderly couple and say, “Enjoy your night.”
“You too, son,” the man says, winking at me.
I guess Elle and I aren’t that subtle.
“Where’s your room key?” I ask Elle after I place a quick kiss on her lips and I press open palms on her ass, bringing her hips closer to me.
She tucks a hand in the pocket inside her jacket and flashes me the key. I take it from her and she says, “1622.”
I grip her hand hard and we practically jog to her door.
When I find her room, my head is buzzing, my cock is painfully engorged and I can smell Elle’s arousal on her warm skin. We slip inside the room--a lamp left on in the corner--and even before the door clicks closed, I’m down on my knees, hands pushing up her skirt to expose that delicious, wet pussy. I press my nose on her crotch and inhale her intoxicating, heady scent.
Elle juts her hips forward, and I bite her clit over the fabric of a lace thong.
“Ahhh…” She tangles my hair between her fingers, tugs and pulls hard.
Looking up at her, I push the lace aside and I wait for her to open her eyes and watch me cover her mound with my mouth.
“Fuck,” she groans out, lifting a leg and propping it over my shoulder. Take more, she urges me silently, so I do, delving in between her pussy lips and sticking my tongue in and out.
With one hand I reach up to pull down the neckline of her top and show me one of her heavy breasts. I pinch her hardened nipple and she cries out louder. When I add a finger to invade her pussy, she goes mad, keeping hold of my hair and shoving my face into her crotch. She fucks my tongue, mouth and finger hard until I feel her inner walls tighten and she comes all over my tongue.
Sweet. Lush. Delectable.
I rest there for a while, letting her come back down form her climax before I stand and devour her mouth.
I pull away but Elle has my bottom lip trapped between her teeth. “Condom?” I mumble.
Elle lets go of my lip and takes something out of her jacket pocket. She splays her hand and shows me six condoms. I chuckle.
“Someone’s prepared,” I say, taking one of the condoms, and she lets the rest of them fall on the floor.
She doesn’t blush or smile shyly like other women would. Elle smirks. “Always,” she says with pride in her voice.
Always. Now there’s a loaded response. Does she always do this? Does she always go to dives and pick up random strangers to fulfill all of her dirty fantasies?
“Always?” I can’t help but ask.
Elle’s eyes darken, and she presses both her palms on my chest, drags her nails down my abs and tugs at the waist of my jeans. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Fuck. How the hell do I say no to that?
I raise both hands in surrender and let her release my dick out of my jeans. While she works the button and zip, she walks me backward until the back of my legs hit the bed. Elle pushes me and my back hits the mattress. Bending forward, one hand already milking my cock, Elle takes the condom out of my hand and rips it with her teeth. This woman knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to get it.
Something in my head signals a red flag but my testosterone takes over. She straightens, slips her thong off and nothing else, and climbs on top of me. Without another word, she sheaths me with the condom first then with the sleek, wet walls of her pussy.
She’s tight around me and it is a wonderful surprise. Elle lolls her head back, the ends of her hair reaching my jeans. I sit up to pull her jacket off of her. I realize belatedly that by doing that I get deeper inside her and she moans and mumbles something incoherent. Harshly, I tug at her jacket and I fist her hair. Her mouth opens to me. Elle bounces on my cock, and I fuck her mouth with my tongue.
“You’re such a dirty girl, Elle,” I mutter over her lips.
“Yes, I am. Fuck me harder.”
Her words have a certain effect on me. My dick gets even harder. I grab tight hold of her and flip her on her back. With her knees flexed, her ass lifted, I thrust deeper, harder. Her face pinches and I’m afraid I’ve hurt her but after a few pants, her eyes and lips smoothen. I give in to dark lust, thrusting harder, deeper.
“Fuck yes!” she screams, arching her back, pushing her chest to me. I lean down and take one of her tits in my mouth as I surge into her, punishing her with my cock. “More please. Give it to me, Seth.”
I want to laugh and ask her if she’s sure. I could destroy her with more, with even harder and deeper, but it’s
what she wants and it’s what I give her. Thrusting and jerking on top of her, I fuck her tight little pussy. She grabs hold of each ankle, spreading her legs wider, opening her hips more to me so I can sink in more, even though I think it’s ultimately going to be her end. I shift and prop my hands on her sides and watch her.
Fuck, she’s quite a sight with her long auburn hair spread all over the mattress, her lips red and swollen from my kisses, the tips of her tits glistening from my licks and nips, her wrists tightly circled around the ankles of her black boots. I pull back, but not all the way out, resting the head of my cock at her entrance before I surge in again, yes, harder and deeper than before. Elle keeps her eyes trained on me, her caramel gaze focused on me fucking her, giving her what she wants. She tightens around my cock and I continue to piston into her until her eyes shutter and she’s screaming nothing else but my name. Over and over.
“Fuck, yes, come for me, Elle.”
She screws her eyes and her lips press into a tight line, but when she explodes around my cock, those brown eyes pop open and finds me. Her lips part and her breath releases in shudders. I didn’t think it was possible, but Elle is even sexier when she climaxes, and when she grips my ass, pushing my hips to her, my cock jerks twice inside her before I spurt everything I’ve been supressing into the condom.
My arms begin to shake the instant I come down from my release, and I fall on top of her. Elle’s body begins to tremble under me and I hear a surprisingly sweet tickle of laughter from her. “You’re really heavy.”
“Oh shit. Sorry.” I push up, slip out of her and roll on my back, tugging my jeans back up, before I get up to rid of the condom. My head swims and my step falters, but I recover and walk to the bathroom.
When I return with a washcloth for Elle, she’s rearranged her clothes back to how they’re supposed to be, but I spot her lace thong on the floor. I hand her the washcloth and she gives me an intrigued look. I shrug and she takes it. She struts to the bathroom and a few seconds later, I hear the shower running. That could be a bad thing or a good thing.
Since the last time I had a one-night stand was when I was in my early twenties in college, I have no fucking clue how to proceed. I wait, sitting on the edge of the mattress, looking around the room for any clue as to who this mysterious sexy as hell woman in.
There’s no sign of a luggage anywhere but it doesn’t mean it’s not in the closet. I also realize that Elle wasn’t carrying a purse with her, which I find fascinating. I’ve never known a woman not leave home without a purse. Everything she needed, including six packets of condoms, were in her jacket pockets. Wondering what else I could find in that jacket, I get up, and as I’m about to slip a hand in one of the pockets, the door to the bathroom opens. I drop the jacket back on the floor.
Elle doesn’t say anything, but her gaze falls on her crumpled jacket by my feet. She’s gathered up her hair into a bun on top of her head and she’s completely naked. “Grab one of those and join me in the shower,” she says, no…she orders, nodding her head at the condoms.
I give her a smirk and grab two of the packages before following her into the glass-enclosed shower. Yes, I could go for rounds two and three, and if we don’t destroy each other afterward, maybe we can use all of the condoms she’s brought with her.
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Also by Quinn
RUN THE WORLD SERIES
Office Romances
Like a F*cking Boss
Like a F*cking Lady
Boss: Run the World Books 1 & 2
Miss Chief
Lady Boss (Coming soon)
Piece of Work (TBD)
Goal Digger (TBD)
RED INK SERIES
Modern Fairy Tale Retellings
Red Ink (June 2018)
White Lies (July 2018)
Golden Heart (TBD)
Spin-offs:
Resisting Cassidy: A Forbidden Romance (August 2018)
Ruthless: An Erotic Romance Serial (TBD)
DIRTY SERIES (Coming 2019)
Dirty (A Dirty Blue Collar Romance)
Filthy (A Dirty Mountain Man Romance)
Rotten (A Dirty Escort Romance)
Scandal (A Dirty Royal Romance)
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About the Author
USA Today Bestselling Author, Quinn writes stories full of humor, sass, drama and sometimes, angst. But guaranteed, they are filled with steamy scenes with hot Alpha heroes and end with happily ever afters.
She has a healthy obsession with reading and writing romance, and an unhealthy addiction to red wine, bourbon, and dark chocolate with sea salt. She doesn't people until after coffee. When Quinn is not scribbling Erotic Romances, she loves to curl up with her puppy and watch foreign films.
Quinn lives in a house that never stays clean, no matter how much she wishes it would. She also writes sweet, contemporary romance, romantic comedy, and chick lit under a different pen name.
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