I STARED DOWN AT Quinn, unable to believe that those words had actually just come out of my mouth and that this unbelievable woman didn't so much as bat an eye. She'd just kissed me and told me she was ready for it.

It shouldn't really be a surprise. She'd already let me fuck her tits and mark her with my cum while she spread out on a pool table. It should be clear by now that Quinn Castle was ready for me, all of me, in whatever way I wanted her.

I just wasn't sure how much she realized all the ways I wanted her.

"Are you gonna fuck me or not, Fletcher?" Quinn murmured, her voice thick. Probably because my cock was so far inside her, she likely felt it in her throat.

"I thought you were a reporter, Castle," I grunted while sliding out of her beautifully wet pussy only to thrust into her again. Amazing. Just absolutely amazing. "Don't ask stupid questions when I'm this far inside you."

Quinn gasped, her cunt squeezing around me like a vice. Oh, fuck, she felt good. So fucking good. How the hell I was supposed to do this without completely losing control, I had no idea. I'd never felt a woman like this before. I'd never had someone sink into my bones and being, never been so in tune with their pleasure that it amplified mine.

"Then stop holding back," Quinn breathed when she found her voice again.

Shit, the way she could see right through me.

And the way I knew she wouldn't be satisfied until I really gave her my all. That was why we had delayed this, wasn't it? So I could do just that.

Leaning over Quinn's body, I grabbed two pillows from above her head.

"Bend forward," I said. "I want these under your back."

Quinn pushed up onto her elbows, her pussy once again squeezing the life out of my cock. Feeling the pulse of her body so acutely made me dizzy with desire, but I somehow kept it together long enough to throw the pillows beneath the curve of her spine.

Quinn stretched out, draping herself over the pillows as she eased onto the bed again. What a fucking vision she was, with her rosy cheeks, her damp, glistening skin, and wild eyes, which grew bigger when she realized what this position did.

Our hips were so perfectly aligned. So perfect that when I snapped them together again, I found a spot inside Quinn that made her scream.

My lips crooked to the side as I watched her eyes roll back. There was just something about the knowledge that I knew I was going to get her off again. And making Quinn scream as she came around my cock was quickly going to become my new obsession.

Hell, it already was. She already was.

"Oh my god, August."

Quinn's moans vibrated inside me, filling me with a burning pride. She flung her hands over her head as she bit down on her lip, writhing in the bed like she was trying to seduce me.

Consider me seduced.

All she had to do was look at me, and I was seduced. From the first fucking moment my eyes landed on her.

I leaned down, capturing her lips with mine while resuming my thrusts, letting the internal rhythm of our bodies take over while I focused on kissing her. I ran my hands up her arms and twined my fingers with hers while Quinn gasped against my mouth in response to how I repeatedly found my home deep inside her. With every drive of my hips, hers strained up to meet mine.

"Unbelievable," I groaned, anchoring Quinn's hands above her head, caging her against the mattress. "You are so goddamn unbelievable."

With a gentle sigh, Quinn rolled her head back, allowing me the opportunity to brush my lips along the column of her throat and feel the hum of her moans and groans as I continued to pump my hips in and out of her, needing more by the second. Her body curved beneath mine, pliant and so fucking soft. I could feel her everywhere, and still, I wanted more.

I nipped at her neck, murmuring a demand against her skin. "Wrap your legs around me. I don't want any space between us, Castle." I snapped my hips harder against hers. "No fucking space. Not from you. Not ever."

Quinn nodded wordlessly, her breaths coming out in pants as she circled her legs around me, locking her feet on my lower back. The change in position made her hips tip forward even more, and I felt her sharp gasp when she realized. Her inner walls fluttered around my cock, and fucking hell.

"Like that," I rasped. "Just like that, baby."

"August," she whined, her fingernails digging into the back of my hands as she writhed beneath me. "August, please."

I let my lips drag a path up her neck, grazing my teeth along her earlobe. "You can take it, Castle," I murmured. "I know you can."

"I need—" She started to shake her head, lying to me. But I felt the moment something shifted in her body, pleasure cresting high enough that she didn't have any thoughts other than chasing her climax, too afraid to move, too afraid to speak in case something interrupted that feeling.

"You need to come on my cock again, don't you?" I growled in her ear, knowing she was seconds from doing just that. "You loved it so much the first time, you just can't wait to do it again."

"Yes," she said, a nearly inaudible confession. "Yes."

"Yes," I echoed, thrusting harder. Not faster, not deeper, just harder. I wanted her to feel me fucking everywhere, the same way I felt her. She was everywhere, everything. My grip on her fingers tightened, pressing her deeper into the mattress because I didn't know how the hell I'd ever let her go. "Fuck, Quinn."

"Fuck," she repeated, the word strung out as tight as her body as I drove her higher, closer, to the edge.

"That's it, baby," I encouraged. "I want to feel you."

Quinn hummed absently in response. I pulled back to see her eyes flutter shut, her lips parting. "I want to feel you too," she whispered.

"You want to feel me flood this tight little pussy, Castle?" I groaned, unable to take my eyes off her face, from the way she drew her bottom lip between her teeth, biting hard at my words. From how she nodded, consenting to fulfilling my wildest dreams.

"Please, August," she whimpered, her body rocking shamelessly against mine, moving beneath me in a way that would make me lose it even if I weren't so deep inside her that I was beginning to see stars.

"Then come, baby," I demanded, unsure I'd make it much longer if she didn't. But fuck, I needed her to feel her squeeze me again. I wasn't sure if I'd ever needed anything more. "Come."

I punctuated my command with a hard thrust of my hips, and that was what did it. Quinn's body momentarily stilled, her lips parting, her eyes a dazed brilliance, and then she broke apart, shaking in my arms as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried my name as her pussy strangled my cock, wringing my own climax from my body.

I dropped my forehead to hers, gasping as a realization tore through me, ripping a gaping hole in what I'd known sex to be before this moment. Nothing—absolutely nothing—compared to the mixture of heat and chills working down my spine as I let my release spill from my body, filling hers.

Somehow, Quinn managed words through heaving breaths, although they were the same ones over and over again. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god."

A grin spread over my face. I couldn't fucking help it. She—this—was too fucking perfect.

"Stop talking to god, baby. My name was the one you were screaming a minute ago. If you want to talk to anyone, talk to me."

"August," she breathed, and I could hear the touch of exasperation in her tone. I leaned back to see it dancing in her eyes.

"Quinn, baby," I murmured, brushing my lips over hers.

"That was..." Her words trailed off as her gaze roamed my face. There was something lingering in her eyes, something that was just...more.

I nodded, trying to catch my breath. "I know."

Gently, I loosened my grip and slid my hands down Quinn's arms. I planted my palms on either side of her shoulders and pushed off the bed, realizing I was probably crushing her. She watched me with a dreamy look on her face as I slowly retreated, letting my cock slide from her body. I groaned, hating and loving it at the same time.

"Spread your legs for me," I urged, sitting back on my knees so I could see. "I need to see you. I need to see how well you took me."

Quinn let her legs fall open, giving me the best goddamn view of my release dripping from her gorgeous, swollen pussy. Even though I was fucking spent, my cock twitched at the sight.

"Jesus Christ, Quinn. You look so fucking good with my cum leaking out of you like that," I muttered under my breath while dragging my hands up her legs. True to my word, I swiped my fingers between her legs and pushed any cum that had escaped back inside her. Where it fucking belonged.

Quinn's cunt spasmed around my fingers, her hips bucking up as she moaned. Pumping my fingers slowly, I made sure she had her fill of me before regretfully slipping out of her body again.

And once again, I hated it. Hated pulling away from her when all I wanted was to drown in this woman.

Luckily for me, Quinn's eyes were glued to my movements when I lifted two glistening fingers, her gaze hot with hunger. And I knew exactly what we both wanted.

"Suck," I said softly, bringing my fingers to her lips, which parted eagerly. Her mouth sucked me in, just like I wanted, her tongue licking at the cum coating my fingers, wrapping around them. She made a noise of satisfaction that shot straight to my fucking dick, making me groan. "We taste good, don't we, Quinn baby?"

She nodded before releasing my fingers with a pop of her lips.

"So good," she agreed, her voice threadbare.

Quinn's tongue flicked out one more time, licking the tips of my fingers, before she smiled up at me, dazzling.

I was never going to recover from this night. I thought I'd never recover from the night on this boat, but this—this was so much more. And it wasn't over, either.

No, we were just getting started.

I rolled over onto the bed, sinking into the mattress beside Quinn. My pulse still felt like it was going to make my heart hammer right out of my chest, and based on the way Quinn's breathing seemed sporadic, I had a feeling she felt the same way.

"Are you okay?" I asked, needing to make sure.

Yes, she might be smiling at me. But I hadn't held back, and I wasn't gentle, and I just needed to hear her tell me she was okay.

Quinn twisted onto her side and blinked at me with those pretty eyes of hers. "I'm not sure," she finally said, and I felt every nerve in my body tighten with anxiety until she added, "I think you might have just ruined me."

I blew my breath out as soon as I could move again. "Don't fuck with me like that. Not right now."

Her expression softened. "I'm okay, August." She reached out, cupping my cheek just like she had when she'd told me she was ready. She hadn't lied then, and she wasn't lying now. "I'm more than okay."

I nodded, accepting her assurances. "And you'll be even better when you come on my cock for a third time."

Her mouth fell open. "You've got to be kidding me, Fletcher."

I smirked, enjoying the way her expression of disbelief and the squirming of her body told different stories. She wanted me again just as badly as I wanted her. "I warned you, didn't I?"

Her jaw dropped further. "Yeah, but I didn't think–"

"Climb on top of me," I interrupted. "It's your turn now."

"My turn?" she repeated, but I didn't miss the sparkle in her eyes.

"Your turn," I confirmed. "I want to see you ride me."

Want was an understatement. I needed it. Sure, I might pass out when she straddled my hips and sank down on my cock to use me for her fucking pleasure, but it would be worth it.

Quinn's smile grew, and I knew we were both about to get what we wanted. Again and again and again. It was possible that we'd wake up tomorrow, and neither one of us would be able to walk, but that was okay because then I'd have an excuse to stay in bed with her all day.

A whole day to work up the courage to tell her how badly it was going to fuck me up when she left.

A whole day to convince her that maybe...maybe she should just stay.

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a/n:

I think it's possible that he might like her just a ✨little✨ bit, don't you think?

thanks for reading!
xoxo amelie