Chapter 30: CASH

Thirty

CASH

K issing her gets dangerous quickly. Grabbing onto bits of her flesh and holding Quin's body close to mine gets me rock hard in a second. I never even looked at another woman all those days away from her and I'm pent up something fierce. Having to argue with half my damn family to get this woman near a bed has me riled up and impossible to control. Technically, it hasn't been long but it feels like forever.

Pushing her back into her bedroom, I slide her ass back on the bed and join her, my body on top of hers as we kiss face to face for the first time. The harshness of my week-old beard against her skin only furthers my drive to lose myself in her softness. Since Quin doesn't obey my immediate commands to take her clothing off, I follow through on my own, stripping her down to nothing with enthusiasm while she paws desperately at my shirt for some gratification of her own.

To stop her from clawing at me so desperately, I grab hold of one of her enormous breasts and plop her dark brown nipple into my mouth. Quin has deliciously dark brown areolas and any time I come into contact with her impressive breasts, I get so fucking hard at the contrast between the two of us.

I flick my tongue over Quin's nipple until she moans and her hands fall to her sides so she can't get my shirt off. I'm not ready yet. Not until I explore every curve on her thick body and make this woman feel totally appreciated for every inch of her full figure. I kiss her soft shoulders, her arms and then return to her nipples again, thoroughly distracted by their appearance.

"You taste so fucking good," I growl as I suck on her nipples until they get incredibly wet and Quin can't stop herself from moaning when my tongue touches any part of her bare, dark-brown skin. This woman is the exact color of a milk chocolate bar and I fucking love it. Her taste. Her scent... how goddamn soft she is.

I want those ass cheeks in my hands and that perfect pussy wrapped tightly around my dick. Impatience for Quin's pussy drives me to move away from her nipples more than exhaustion. I could suck on those tits forever if my cock could stand the pain of waiting for her.

Quin's body tightens nervously as I kiss her stomach and belly button. She feels good, so I don't want to stop kissing this part of her, but she suddenly pushes her hand against my head with enough force that I can't allow myself any pleasure at the sensation of her fingers sliding through my hair.

"No..."

"I want to kiss you," I growl, running my tongue over her bare navel. Quin yelps out in panic and makes some half-hearted attempt to kick me.

I kiss her again.

"It's so embarrassing..."

"What's embarrassing about it?"

"I'm fat."

"I noticed," I grunt. "I like it."

I kiss her stomach again and Quin throws out her remarkably thick legs again in an effort to kick me in some undirected place. I grab her legs, holding both of them up in a v-shape as I stare down at her from in between them.

She just glares at me but from this position... this woman looks downright adorable. She looks like a MILF... a Marshmallow I'd Like to Fuck...

"I love your body," I say to her. Earnestly. "You should love it too. Anyone who doesn't love your belly fat doesn't deserve to fuck you. Now get your hand out of the way..."

Since Quin won't remove her hand on her own, I take it and move it out of the way so I can kiss her stomach with my original intentions. She sighs, but she doesn't push me away and after a few kisses, both her hands relax at her sides again and her breathing turns soft and desperate.

Once she feels relaxed, she can let go completely. I want to get her to that point where she experiences something even better than what happened the nights I climbed through her window. Every inch of Quin drives me into a deep and dangerous obsession. I kiss every bit of her flesh, unrestrained in my desire to touch and own her.

"You taste delicious," I murmur soft encouragement to her which settles her down. I move lower between her legs, preparing myself to put my tongue between her legs and eat her out. I already feel drunk off the scent of her pussy. I haven't even tasted her yet, but my lust feels somehow beyond my control. My chest tightens and tingling lust spreads through me.

I have to have her. Taking Quin's underwear off is a project because of her voluptuous curves, but I manage to pry the fabric from against her dark brown skin and her soaking wet pussy lips. My dick jumps at the realization of how wet she is. Eager to do more than strip her naked, I part her slippery lower lips with my index finger and rub along her soft wet folds, indulging in everything about her that she keeps hidden.

My mouth draws closer to her lower lips and my warm breath causes Quin's legs to spread open and before my tongue enters her urgently. I can't stop myself, nor do I want to stop myself. Juices explode from Quin's pussy the second my tongue makes contact and I respond by pushing her thighs up as far back as I can fold them to give me complete access to her soaked lower lips.

Lifting Quin's legs is a pleasurable challenge but allows me to flatten my tongue and taste every inch of the flesh between her legs. Her creamy juices have a downright addictive flavor and my desperation for more drives me to push my tongue inside her and rub her clit until her soft moans become more desperate. Fuck, I don't want to stop eating her pussy.

Every time she responds to a movement of my tongue, I repeat the action until Quin's thighs tremble and I feel her getting closer to a big climax. I slide my tongue over the length of her pussy and then wrap it around her clit and suck on her softly and slowly until she finally finishes. Her eruption is goddamn beautiful. She loses complete control over her body as she cums in my arms.

I still taste like her when I pull away from her pussy. Cumming all over my face calms her down and for the time being, she seems to have stopped her assault. Her toes curl as I lower her legs and everything about Quin Nash is soft. Sensitive. Beautiful. I kiss her pussy once more before I make my way back up her body with kisses, over her soft stomach, over those perfect tits until I can see her face again.

She looks away from me instantly. No. My instinctive need for control over her takes over and I instantly lose the softness I had. I grab Quin's cheeks, forcing her to look at me. Properly. I need her to see how I feel about her. To watch her cum dripping from my lips before I kiss her. Quin wrinkles her eyebrows like she's looking at something gross.

"What you did was criminal."

"Wouldn't be the first or the last thing."

"Is that an apology?" she says, clearly forgetting her orgasm and squirming against my grasp as my body pins her to the bed. I wonder if she's ever met a man strong enough to hold her down like this. Fuck, I could lift her over my head and eat her pussy if I wanted to.

"Why would I apologize when I'm not sorry?"

She wrinkles up her face more, so I hold her cheeks tighter, quietly reminding her of my control.

"You are sick…"

"I'm not."

"You kidnapped me here just so you could do this. You don't even care about Avery…"

"I have done everything in my power to save my father's bastard child. Who knows… I should have left her to the goddamn coyotes."

Quin kicks me. Hard. It's so damn hard that I actually roll off her. Not because of her strength but because of the fucking surprise.

"You are a monster!" she shrieks. I nearly fall off the fucking bed but luckily, I land on my feet.

Luckily for Quin.

"What do you want from me?" I growl at her. "To be happy that I have this… responsibility ?"

"I want you to be a human being. Care about her. "

"What makes you think I don't care about her?" I snap. "Because I don't act like a foolish woman around her?"

"You are such a pig," Quin says, glaring at me. "Just because you can make me cum doesn't mean I like you."

It's like she knows how to piss me off.

"Who said I need you to like me?"

"Your red face," she says, glaring even harder.

"You're lucky I don't put my dick in your mouth and teach you a little respect."

I move closer to her, hoping to threaten her, or convince her. Whichever works. Instead, she just glares harder, but she doesn't budge. She feared the masked stranger, but she isn't afraid of me. I don't know if I like that. Her fear made this fun…It made her smell better. Taste better. Fuck better.

Maybe I'm sick in the head for being alone too long and Quin is right.

"You stole my virginity," she says, trembling and getting me so damn hard. But she doesn't show any fear, even if she must feel it.

I'm close enough to touch her again, despite her scrambling to the other side of the bed. I set one knee on it. Then another. Cornering Quin against the headboard where she lacks the coordination to escape. I keep searching her face for honesty, fighting the urge to grope her even more.

"I think you are scared," I whisper. "Or you would have confronted me a long time ago. You knew it was me."

"I didn't."

"Who the fuck else could it have been, Quin. This place has ironclad security."

Her lower lip trembles. Maybe a part of her wanted to deny the truth. But she had to have known it was me. She must have smelled me. Felt the way my beard scraped her flesh. Heard my goddamn voice. I refuse to let her get away with this. But the more I stare at her, the more she trembles. Tears well in her eyes and I smile.

There it is. The truth. Just because she doesn't like the truth, doesn't make it any different.

"We're all a little fucked up, Quin. You don't have to cry about it."

My dick gets hard as that first tear falls. She might act like she doesn't give a fuck about me most of the time but this single tear is proof that she cares. I wipe it away with my thumb as her lower lip trembles. Yes… the truth hurts, doesn't it?

"I'm not fucked up," she says, her voice sounding tighter and more tense than usual. It's not just her crying.

"Are you sure?"

"How dare you…" she whispers. "You have no idea what I went through. What he did to me…"

Okay.

Now… I don't know what the fuck she's talking about. But I have my suspicions. I know that a dark secret brought Quin to her best friend Juliette. I pretended to know exactly what she was talking about. Maybe it's this.

"I don't," I whisper. "You're right. All I know is… we all have dark shit inside us, Quin… Even a beautiful girl like you."

"I didn't mean to," she whispers. "I really didn't…"

Then she turns into a woman I don't recognize. Someone vulnerable. Quin wraps her arms around me and then she just bursts into tears against my shoulders. What the fuck?

Did I do this?

I wrap my arms around her, grateful to have her close. But I have no idea what to do with a crying woman…