Brutal Vows (Queens & Monsters #4)(59)

Crying out and scratching his scalp with my nails, I climax.

It rips through me. I thrash and buck through the convulsions, delirious at the feel of his hot lips and tongue licking and sucking me and his finger plunging deep. My nipples are so hard, they’re painful. A bloom of heat flashes over me. Sweat mists my skin.

The moment the convulsions have slowed and I’m begging him to stop because it’s too sensitive, Quinn rises to his knees, rips open the zipper on his trousers, and fists his cock in his hand.

I stare at it with wide eyes. My hammering heart skips a beat, then starts up again, beating even faster.

Thick and veined, the shaft juts out proudly from his fist. The crown is fat and red. The slit on top glistens with a drop of wetness.

His cock is fucking huge. Porn star sized. He’d make a killing in erotic movies.

“That look on your face is a bloody nice compliment,” he growls. Then he positions himself between my spread thighs and slides the head up and down through my pussy lips, wetting it.

I gasp, managing a breathy, “Condom?”

“Wasn’t planning on having sex today,” he says through gritted teeth, staring down into my wide eyes. “Still time to say no, viper.”

I’m so turned on, I can barely think. “You said you were clean?”

“Aye. I promise.”

“Then fuck me, Quinn. And don’t you dare hold anything back. I want everything you have to give me.”

His grin looks feral. With a single, powerful thrust, he shoves that thick beast deep inside me.

My mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I’m stretched wide, impaled on his cock, taking every inch of it as I sink my fingernails into his back and clamp my shaking thighs around his waist.

He leans down, resting his forearms on either side of my head and fisting his hands into my hair. Into my ear, he snarls, “I knew you’d feel like heaven.”

Then he snaps his hips again, thrusting hard.

My breasts bounce against his chest, my nipples dragging against the small metal piercings in his. I cry out in pleasure.

Chuckling, he pulls on my hair. His voice dark, he commands, “Ask me to fuck you again, wife.”

It comes out in one long, breathless rush. “Please fuck me oh God Quinn fuck me if you stop now I’ll kill you as soon as I can!”

He thrusts again. And again. And again. Each time, I sink my nails deeper into his flesh and moan helplessly, lost to sensation.

He starts to speak in Gaelic, a hot stream of words I don’t understand, but adore listening to. It’s a beautiful language, musical and lilting, but with a hard edge that also makes it sound masculine and sexy as hell.

Just as I’m about to come again, he rolls onto his back, taking me with him. Breathing hard and sweating, I stare down at him in hazy surprise.

His fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, he looks up at me with blazing eyes and orders, “Fuck that cock, baby. Ride me and make yourself come.”

I almost pass out from excitement.

Leaning over, I plant my hands on his strong chest and balance myself as I bounce up and down on his thick shaft. He feels incredible. I’m stuffed with his cock, full to overflowing, and I love it more than I should.

I love it more than anything.

I’ll worry about that later, but for now, I’m having the time of my life. This is way better than any of my toys could ever be.

My eyes slide shut. My lips part. When I dig my fingernails into his chest and release a breathless low moan, he laughs.

It’s a gravelly sound. One full of pleasure.

“You’re perfect. Look at you, my beautiful wife. Jesus, these tits.”

He reaches up and engulfs them in his big hands, squeezing and fondling them as I rock back and forth, grinding my clit against his pelvis. He pinches both my nipples at the same time, and my grinding grows more frantic.

When he sits up, grabbing me around the waist to steady me as he latches onto my nipple with his wonderful hot mouth, it forces his cock even deeper inside me.

My grinding turns frenzied. I start to buck and groan, pulling on his hair.

He bites my nipple, and I come, screaming.

Holding me tightly with his arms wrapped around my waist, he thrusts into me with short, hard snaps of his hips as my pussy clenches around his cock. He throbs inside me, a pulsing, rigid invader, stretching me wide.

I don’t realize I’m sobbing his name over and over until he growls hotly, “Fucking hell, woman, keep crying my name like that, and you’ll make me come.”

I don’t know what makes me do it. It’s not a rational decision. It just bursts out, blurted from ecstasy and some kind of dark, primal need.

“Yes come inside me please please please let me feel you come!”

Hearing me beg like that unleashes something in him. He was carnal before, but now he’s an absolute animal, snarling like a hungry beast set free from a cage.

In a move so fast, it makes me dizzy, he flips me onto my back again, throws my legs up so my ankles are hooked over his shoulders, then fucks me hard and fast, leaning over me with locked arms and wild eyes, his teeth bared as he plunges into me.

“Quinn! Oh God!”

He swallows my cries, crushing his mouth to mine and groaning into it as his body shudders and heaves. I feel him throb deep inside me. He jerks, biting my lips.

Then he throws his head back and groans at the ceiling as he makes one final hard thrust and empties himself inside me.