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The thick base of his cock started working my clit over and over again, and there was no stopping the intense feeling building between my thighs.

I started coming again almost instantly, clenching madly around the hard, relentless flesh thrusting into me.

He snarled and kept going, harder, wilder with each roll of his hips.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” His thrusts grew erratic, his ass going rock solid under my hands, and then he was pulsing heavily inside me, groaning as he came in a way that left us both breathless.

Chapter Thirteen

Bull

I had no idea what to call what we’d just done, what to name it, but it wasn’t just sex. Even now, spent and barely able to catch my breath after coming so hard I didn’t know which way was up, I was still trying to get closer to her. My hips were smashed into hers, semihard cock still buried inside her, mouth working the side of her throat on the way to her sweet little mouth.

I was fucking bewitched.

Quinn had me addicted to her after being inside her once and I wasn’t sure how I was coming back from it.

“Okay?” I forced out after pressing my lips to her soft, pliant ones. The taste, the feel of those lips on mine was just as addictive as being inside her. Yeah, I’d been rougher than I should have been, but, Christ, I couldn’t hold back, not when she grabbed my ass and tried to force me deeper, begging for more.

But then giving her what she wanted was all that drove me lately. This was no different. Shit, I still couldn’t believe she wanted me. That she chose me to be the one to make her feel good.

She smiled up at me, open and bright. “Yeah, Bull, I’m most definitely okay.”

My gut tightened, breath coming out in a rush from the sight of that gorgeous smile. “I thought I might’ve been too rough?” I said, because hurting her in any way would probably have killed me.

I thought about the way I’d found her earlier and fear and anger knotted inside me. If I ever laid eyes on that fucker Bevan, I’d lay him out flat. Quinn had almost frozen to death in her car after running from me. She’d assumed the worst instantly. He’d done that to her when he did what he had, and he’d decimated her own self-worth in the process.

She truly believed she wasn’t worth it, that she wasn’t enough. She was still in pain, so insecure, struggling to trust even me.

If I could make it better, if I could scrub that prick from her mind, I would.

Quinn wriggled and I realized I was still on top of her, crushing her small body with my massive one. I slid out of her carefully, rolled to the side, removed the condom, tossed it in the trash, and dragged her back against me.

Nope, not ready to let her go yet.

Quinn liked to cuddle, and since I was all about giving her what she wanted, I did just that.

She rested her hand on my chest. “You weren’t too rough. I loved it. I loved everything you did to me.”

Jesus, she was sweet and sexy. Everything about her, even what she’d just said was a combination of both. I wanted to kiss her, keep on kissing her.

Was that breaking the rules? Could I kiss her when we weren’t fucking?

Would I be able to stop myself?

My swallow was audible. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she whispered and pressed closer. “Did you…did you enjoy it?”

I froze at her tentative question. How could she not know? “Did I enjoy it?” I asked in disbelief.

She somehow missed the stunned note to my voice and went on, voice soft, unsure. “Bevan didn’t think…well, it was obvious what he thought about our sex life—he went and found someone else. I just, I want to make sure you’re getting what you need as well, that it was good for you, too.”

Laying that motherfucker out wasn’t near enough payback for the damage he’d caused. I wanted to tear his balls off and feed them to him.

I tipped her head back gently and looked into her beautiful but unsure eyes. “Your ex was a piece of shit. He never deserved you. Not one damn moment of your time. But, baby, what we did just now…fuck, Quinn, I’ve never experienced anything like that, as good as that. You rocked my fucking world, baby.”

She flushed.