Chapter 91

“Come on, baby. Come for me.” I worked his cock, the precome making him slick. He rode me faster, driving me closer to the edge, but I was determined not to go flying into space without him.

“Mark.” His movements became erratic, his eyes unfocused, and then he was filling my hand with hot, thick ropes of semen that spilled onto my belly and torso.

“Yes.” I flipped him onto his back without breaking our connection and began pounding into him. I manacled his wrists and took his lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing his moans. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer—my balls were already tightening and drawing up. Two thrusts, three, four, and Quinn held me as I filled the condom, petting the long muscles of my back, whispering words I couldn’t distinguish from the blood thundering in my ears.

Finally, I caught my breath enough to ease out of him. I stripped off the condom. “Did you think to pack some tissues in that stocking?” I kissed the side of his neck.