I, Porn Star(117)

“I’m clean,” he says. “I won’t lie about something like that. I promise.”

My heart lifts. “I believe you.”

He smiles.

Quinn Blackwood smiles for the very first time since we met. And the sight of it is so fucking magnificent, my mouth drops open.

“Wow.”

“What?”

“That…your smile. Wow.”

It grows wider.

And just like that, my heart decides.

Once I give myself permission to, falling in love with Quinn Blackwood is as easy and as terrifying as falling off the edge of a cliff. The crash is inevitable but goddamn, I intend to enjoy the exhilarating descent.

So I return his smile. Slide my hands over his beautifully sculpted arms and lock my fingers at his nape. “Now that we’ve got that cleared up, what are you waiting for?”

His smile slowly fades away. I don’t mind, because it’s replaced by that feral hunger that electrifies my soul. Braced on his elbows, he spears one hand into my hair and the other at beneath my ass. He tilts my hips upward and thrusts, hard and deep and gloriously into me.

Dear God. Either the men I was unfortunate to sleep with before were all woefully underendowed or I’ve lucked out and found two men with cocks designed to send a woman to heaven!

My mind veers once more to the similarities between the man who owns me and I want to belong to.

Once again, I’m not allowed to dwell on the thought.

Quinn slams into me. I scream, then pray there are no occupants around us. Then scream again as he fills me tight. His deep answering groans roll into one another.

Then the filthy words start.

“Love. Seeing. Those. Fucking. Tits. Bounce.”

“Pussy so good. Fuck, you hold me so tight, Elly.”

“Wanna feel you come all over my cock. Will you be a good girl and do that for me?”

“That’s right, baby. Scream for me. Want everyone to know how fucking good this is.”#p#分页标题#e#

I’m way past the point of caring how raw and needy I sound as I scream some more, beg him to keep fucking me.

His eyes never leave mine as he pounds into me.

The connection is so sizzling and intense, much too soon, pressure builds again. My pussy clenches harder around him and he growls.

“Yes!”

I take that as permission and I fly.

Seconds later, Quinn lets out a primitive roar and shoots thick, hot semen inside me. He buries his face in my neck, his breathing hoarse and ragged as endless convulsions roll through him.

My arms come around him for a few seconds before I clock that I’m hugging him. I hold my breath, but he doesn’t push me away. Instead, he rolls us over and hugs me tight in return. We stay like that as we battle for air.

I kiss his skin. Breathe him in.

Beneath his fading sandalwood scent, his musk flares, wraps around me. Again it feels familiar. Again I hate myself for blurring one man into the other.

I push the thought aside and look up. He’s watching me. He leans down and presses his lips to mine.

“Thank you,” he rasps.

I fall harder. New words of love trip over my tongue. I barely manage to hold them back. “Tell me about your mom,” I say instead.

A wave of sadness rushes over his face. “She was beautiful. And funny. She loved me. She was my everything.” He doesn’t say more than that. The tight lid he keeps on his emotions won’t let him.

I have a million other questions, but I limit it to one. “You said she was saying goodbye…with that hug? Did she…?”

“Take her own life? No. That was Maxwell’s job.”

I gasp. “Your father killed her?”

He drags his gaze from mine, his face a frozen landscape once again. “She ended her life in the technical sense, but Maxwell took her life long before she died.”

“Oh, Quinn.”

His arms tighten painfully around me. After a few minutes, his gaze finds mine, digs feverishly into me. “Things are going to get intense over the next week, Elyse. You won’t like me very much when it’s all over. But I hope you’ll understand.”

Panic claws up my spine. “I—what—?”

He kisses me hard. “Don’t ask questions. I won’t answer them. And nothing you can say will change anything. The course is set. But I need what’s happening here, right now. I hope you want it too.” He stops and sucks in a breath. “If you don’t I’ll…try to understand.”

I have two options. Say no and destroy the finite time we have together. Say yes, endure the uncertainty of what’s coming…while loving and making love with Quinn in the time we have together. The choice is laughably easy. “I want what you want.”