Then he spanks me and I jerk upright and almost fall backward. My ass stings from his hand. He pushes me forward and does it again, slapping the other cheek. It only makes me grind on him harder and faster, looking over my shoulder.
Suddenly he sits up, grabs my arms, and pulls me against him. Quentin yanks me back and rolls on top of me, pinning me facedown, and fucks me hard, until I can’t stop moaning and whimpering from his cock thrusting inside me. Harder, faster. He pins my arms to the bed and uses his weight to push me down. My legs curl and jerk as the pleasure mounts, spiraling out of my middle, filling me, until I feel like I’m going to burst.
The heat seeps through my skin, the cold rolls down my legs in shocks. I explode under him, thrashing, shoving myself against him to hold him inside me while I climax. Quentin hugs me and drives deep, his body as hard as stone as he spills his seed inside me.
He relaxes but doesn’t pull away from me. I spread out on the bed and lie there, trying to catch my breath. Quentin holds on to me like I’ll vanish if he lets go. I finally wriggle out from underneath him and lie on my side, panting. I’m covered in swear and I feel like I’ve run a marathon.
He grabs my arm and pulls me toward him.
“Lay on your back and spread your legs. It’s time for round two.”
I do as he says as he climbs on top of me. God, he’s still hard.
“I have something to tell you,” I say, scratching at his neck.
He thrusts inside me and kisses me. “Can’t it wait?” he murmurs against my lips.
“I’m pregnant,” I blurt out.
He draws back and stares at me. I can’t believe I just dropped it on him like that. He leans down and kisses my forehead.
“Should we, um, stop?”
“Oh, hell no.” I smack his ass. “What are you waiting for?�