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Raelyn half expected Quinn to jump right on her once he'd tested the durability of her bed frame, but instead he walked around her and into her closet.

She heard him rummaging through something as she waited, somewhat patiently, on top of her comforter.

Her body was humming with excitement and anticipation.

Something else was humming from inside the closet. Or buzzing, rather.

Sitting up straight as she listened, she angled her head toward the open closet door.

"What are you doing?" Raelyn asked, both nervous and curious.

More rummaging. More buzzing. Different patterns of buzzing.

When Quinn emerged from the closet, he was holding various sex toys from Raelyn's pleasure box. She didn't realize he'd known where it was, or that she had it, for that matter.

"How does this thing work?" Quinn held up a curved purple vibrator that was designed for partner use. It came with a remote control and had ten different speed settings and vibration patterns. "It's not dick shaped, so I'm curious."

"Did you find the remote?" Raelyn asked, noticing that he did not seem to have a remote in his hands.

Quinn's eyes lit up mischievously as he trained his gaze from the curious object in his hand to her. "Remote?"

"Just bring me the box," Raelyn said, rolling her eyes, playfully teasing. Once she'd located the remote, she explained how it worked, "It's thin and curved so that this part can go inside and hit the g-spot, and this part sits on my clit."

Quinn grunted, "Mm, say that again."

"Which part?"

"Just the last word."

Raelyn made her best seductive pout, eyeing him through her lashes as she let the word roll smoothly out of her mouth, "Clit."

Quinn shuddered, "Ooh, that's almost as good as your French."

“ Je suis très mouillée pour toi, Quinn,” Raelyn whispered through her pouting lips.

He licked his lips as he stared at hers. "Does the pout just come with the language?"

" Oui ."

"It makes your lips look like they belong around my cock," Quinn rasped, all of his focus still on her mouth, and Raelyn felt her skin go hot.

"But that might have to wait, because I've got some work to do if I'm going to destroy your bed.

" Quinn handed the curved vibrator to her, "Can I still be inside you with this? "

" Oui ." She spun it in her hand. "That's sort of what makes it a partner vibrator."

Quinn's eyes glazed over, and she felt his mood change from playful Quinn to sex God Quinn in two seconds flat. "Put it in."

Usually, with any other man she'd been with, Raelyn had been the bossy one during sex, but she just melted when Quinn got demanding. When he told her exactly what he wanted her to do. What he wanted to see. How he wanted to fuck her.

Raelyn obliged with shaky hands. As much as they'd been together and seen each other, he still made her heart flutter and her body tremble. It was all about the anticipation. Every time, Quinn presented something new. New words. New ways to touch her. New ways to make her moan .

Once the velvety smooth object was in place Quinn smirked. There was no humor in his face. It was the devilish smirk of a man who knew he was in control. That he could make her bend to his will.

"Lay back on the pillows," he ordered. Raelyn felt his eyes drinking her in and saw what the sight of her, naked in front him and taking his orders, did to his body. That magnificent cock of his was hard again. As hard as the rest of that exquisitely muscled body.

Head and shoulders now resting on her pillows, she waited for his next command.

Quinn clicked the button on the remote and watched as Raelyn's body tensed, back arching, stomach contracting, as the toy vibrated right on her most sensitive spots.

He clicked it off and she relaxed with a long exhale.

He pressed the button twice and the vibration pattern changed, with short buzzes that gradually increased intensity, then started over.

Raelyn gripped the pillows next to her head as the sensation thrilled her.

Click-click.

It was now a steady, consistent vibration, which was always her favorite. However, she knew this wasn't the most intense setting.

Raelyn moaned and bit her lip, curving her back, pushing her hips up. Muscles tensed. Her feet slowly slid up and down on the soft down comforter, toes curling.

She reminded herself to open her eyes. When her eyes fluttered to Quinn, he was stroking himself as he watched her writhe and shudder on the bed.

Oh my God, this man thinks I'm the sexy one here?

He increased the intensity again. And again. And again, as Raelyn kept her eyes between his gaze and his cock.

Am I more turned on by these vibrations? Or the sight of Quinn getting off just watching me? How is he so sinfully sexy doing something like touching himself?

As it became increasingly difficult to keep her eyes from fluttering shut, her moans and gasps became louder, more frequent.

When Quinn finally reached the last setting, she cried out.

She wasn't sure if she'd spoken English or French or something else entirely.

Her head pressed into her pillows, her hips pushed into the bed, and her whole body shook as she came, dizzy with her orgasm.

Before she could refocus her vision, she felt the mattress bend under new weight near her body.

Quinn had climbed on top of her, leaving the vibrator at its highest setting.

He pushed her knees apart and knelt between her legs.

His hand was still on his cock, stroking slowly.

She could see the pre-cum on the tip as she reached out to grab it and take over.

Quinn leaned over her, hands gripping the headboard behind her, and whispered, "Rae, I'm about to fuck you so hard. I'm gonna fuck you over and over until you're a gasping, moaning, quivering mess beneath me."

Yes, please.

Unable to find real words as the last few, smaller waves of her orgasm rushed through her body, she bit her lip and whimpered with a nod.

"Tell me 'yes, Quinn'," he said in a low, husky voice in her ear.

Another small whimper escaped her as her body flushed. She breathed, "Yes, Quinn."

"That's right," he nodded. He bent low and covered her mouth with his, and their tongues wrestled as their groans mingled together. Mouths separated, Quinn grabbed another condom out of her nightstand and handed it to her. "Put this on me."

Still, the sensation of her vibrator hummed along her clit and her g-spot, making everything blurry and shaky.

With unsteady hands, she unwrapped the condom and slowly sheathed his long, pulsing hard cock.

Quinn wasted no time squeezing his cock inside her.

She was full when it was just him inside her, and as sleek as it was, this small vibrator still took up space.

The pressure between her hips was nearly painful, but somehow excruciatingly pleasurable.

When Quinn began to slowly move in and out of her, she adjusted to the extra girth and was almost immediately on the brink of climax .

She dug her fingernails into the backs of his arms. His triceps were hard and contracted as he held himself steady against the headboard.

With Quinn inside her, the toy pressed harder into her clit and with only a few long thrusts, Raelyn was rocking her hips into his, crying out his name, feeling the full force of her fourth orgasm crash through her.

"Quinn...oh my-" Raelyn moaned and gasped for breath as her muscles tensed and quivered beneath him. Full thoughts were no longer a thing. She could only think of Quinn. His cock. Those strong, beautifully sculpted arms flexing and releasing above her.

Oh my God.

Feels so good.

Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes!

He clicked the button on the remote, easing the intensity of the vibrations.

A large hand came off the headboard and caressed her breast as her body attempted to relax.

The orgasm wanted to last, and her muscles seemed to have no intentions to loosen up.

Quinn's thumb circled her nipple and it hardened again under his touch.

With that same hand, he eased gently down the front of her stomach, over her pubic bone.

The walls of her sex had contracted around him, where they now refused to let go, refused to let up.

He smoothly slipped the vibrator out of her and dropped it onto the nightstand, replacing it now with his own fingers to rub her now swollen and impossibly sensitive clit.

"Fuck, Rae, I love being able to control you like that," Quinn groaned. "Just the touch of a button and I can make you come."

"I like feeling you more," Raelyn whispered. "You feel so good moving inside me, Quinn."

The groan Quinn let out was needy and imploring.

He grabbed her legs and threw them onto his shoulders.

Hands splayed on her thighs, he began pumping and thrusting into her.

Hard. Harder. Fast, and faster. With her legs spread like this, she could take him in so deep.

So deep. Fuck, it felt like her body only had room for him .

He leaned forward, grasping the top of the headboard again, pressing himself between her legs even farther.

Dammit, how was that even possible?

Raelyn wrapped her arms around him, grabbing that ass of his that belonged to a Greek God, and held on, pulling him deeper. Urging him to fuck her harder.

She listened to the sounds of their love making.

Their fucking. His goddamn claim on her body.

Moans and groans and grunts and growls and whimpers and breathing and gasping.

The sound of his thighs against hers when he slammed into her over and over and over again.

The consistent, rhythmic squeak of the mattress.

The creak of the bed frame. The distinct crack!

as the headboard clapped against the wall.

Sweat from Quinn's chest dripped onto hers and she fixed her eyes on his body. The way his broad chest and firm washboard of abs contracted with each thrust. The various beads of sweat that were now trickling down his front and onto hers as he fucked her, hard, fast, and deep.

"Quinn...Quinn, I'm-" Raelyn gasped. "Oh, fuck, Quinn, yes!" Her hips rocked against his, her body shuddered, her vision went fuzzy. She was wrapped around him so tight it felt possessive.

As she shook, a pair of rough hands grabbed her by the hips for the second time and flipped her over as if she weighed nothing. This time Quinn gripped her hands, placing them on the headboard in front of her.

"Hang on tight, baby, I don't want you to get hurt," Quinn hissed in her ear and gave it a little nibble.

With her hands where he wanted them, he rested one of his firm hands on the curve of her hip and used the other to spread her legs.

"Mmm, fuck yes. Give me a little arch in that sexy back of yours.

" He placed one hand at the center of her back and pressed slightly downward. Rather than being face down, ass up, her butt was stuck out and back at an angle that reminded her of how strippers crawl on a stage. He slipped a finger into her. “You’ve still got that pussy so wet for me. God dammit, Rae, I hope you never get enough of me. I want you to be wet like this for me every minute of every day.”

The feel of his finger inside her made her quake, even after his whole cock had just about pounded her senseless. She devoured his words and lost herself in them. “Yes, Quinn,” she breathed, and couldn’t help the smirk that crossed her face at the sound of his responding groan.

Quinn gripped her right hip with his right hand, and grasped the headboard with his other, next to hers. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll catch you when this thing comes crashing down.” Then he braced himself on her hip and plunged into her from behind.

Raelyn threw her head back and found Quinn’s shoulder to rest on as he buried his face in her neck.

The hand on her hip wrapped itself around her front when he realized how intensely her thighs were shaking.

She needed to be held up. Whether this bed broke or not, Quinn would need to catch her.

Even though he knew she was coming undone, reaching her limit, he kept going hard.

There was a louder creak. The pressure of three hands rocking into the wooden board was too much.

Quinn’s weight pounded into her from behind. Again and again.

“Je veux Jouir, Quinn! ” Raelyn cried out. “Je veux te faire jouir!”

"Oh God, Rae," Quinn groaned. "I don't think my cock has ever been so hard."

"C'est si bon, Quinn!" She couldn't believe how good he felt. And he was right. He was so hard, oh my God, he was hard.

There was a crack. The bed was shaking like crazy, and then there was a definite sound of wood splintering.

Quinn's pace was wild and frantic. He was about to come. She could hear it in his ragged breath. The sweat of him rolled onto her with each hard thrust.

A sudden gasp, followed by a growl and a groan of release, "Oh.

..fuck...yes…" He drew out each word. Raelyn felt Quinn come, holding her against him, still pumping as he emptied himself inside he r.

Just when Raelyn thought he was done, he gave one more strong thrust, sending himself deep inside her, putting her so suddenly over the edge.

She gasped and sputtered and moaned as she came for the sixth time that night. Her legs were Jell-O. She would be shocked if she could walk normally the next day. She shook and shivered and shoved her hips and ass back into him as she came.

Together, they let out a sigh and leaned forward onto the headboard. The bed gave a loud creak and a snap as it tipped to one corner. Quinn grabbed her and held her as the bed frame cracked and lost balance. It may not have been in splinters, but the bed was certainly broken.

Collapsing backwards onto Quinn and the mattress, Raelyn let out a breathy laugh, “You owe me a new bed frame.”

Quinn sighed heavily, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and pulling her close. He pressed his lips to hers. “I’ve got a really sturdy one back in L.A.”