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“My balls are so full for you, pretty girl. They’re so fucking heavy with come. And if you’re very good for me… I’ll let you have it.”

She shudders when I lick her ear lobe, then bite.

“That’s a good girl. Don’t you move a muscle unless you’re coming for me.”

She whimpers as I pick up the pace, fucking her faster.

“This is the last time,” I tell her, desperate to believe it myself. “The last time I ever fuck this sweet pussy. So I promise you… I’ll make it good.”

“Oh…fuck…”

I pump into her a few more times, grinding my hips, and when I feel her tense, hear the change in her breathing, I know she’s almost there.

“That’s it, sweet girl,” I pant. “Come for the big bad monster who fucks you so good.”

She climaxes on my dick again, and the heady rush is too much to withstand.

I manage a few more deep thrusts as she convulses beneath me, whimpering through her orgasm. I can see the intensity ofher pleasure all over her face, and I come with a final thrust and a shout I was not expecting.

The climax rocks me, and I fill her in long bursts. I keep rutting into her with a groan, shaking with the pleasure as my balls empty.

I get the dizzying sensation that for the first time in my life, I’m not pouring myself out. I’m being pulled.

Jesus.Fuck.

I collapse against her, savoring the aftershocks as they tremble through me.

I don’t mean to crush her, but she seems perfectly content, panting and warm beneath me. And I’m momentarily unmovable.

I catch my breath.

Once again, Quinn is filled with my semen, and I don’t feel finished.

I feel like this is exactly where I want to be.

It’s primal, this need to have her take me into her body. To seize control of her. To fill her. Possess her.

Obsessher.

For just a few minutes, to try to make her feel the all-consumingwantfor me that I feel for her.

Chapter 14

Harlan

Ilie sprawled on my back under the sheet, too warm for blankets, my heart still pounding. Quinn lies next to me, snuggled into my armpit, her head on my chest.

I don’t know how we got here. I just kind of fell over after the sex, untied the bra from her wrists, and we ended up like this.

I can’t move.

But my thoughts are racing.

Obsession never rests. It only feeds, which just makes it more hungry. And now mine needs to be fed—with more data.

“Are you looking for another bakery job?” I ask her.

“Oh. We’re doing this, are we?” She gazes up at me with wide eyes, ridiculing me. “Pillow talk? Really?”