Authors: Mercy Walker
Big Girls on Top (6 page)
“So what do you really do for a living?”
I asked Quinn.
I usually go for a work related question, because work is something everybody has to do, and it’s usually not very sexy.
And right there, as he thrust
ed
back into me and he sh
ook
his head just a little, I c
ould
see it in his eyes. His brain
had
just shifted gears. 1&2 in less than a second.
He gulped and shifted his weight a little to one side. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
I smiled and wrinkled my brow. “
Provocative
.
Now tell me so you can finish fucking me.”
He smiled and looked down on me with that possessive look guys get sometimes. It was my turn to swallow. I hadn’t expected him
to look at me like that. No man had ever looked at me that way.
I closed my eyes for a second and mentally pushed all the crazy thoughts that one look had just dredged up in me
out of my head
. When I opened my eyes the look was gone. The look on his face told me that he was thinking what he was going to tell me.
He was going to lie: at least that wasn’t a new one.
Cheered by finally seeing a familiar masculine trait, I ran my hand cloyingly over his tensed pectoral muscles.
“I’m a police officer,” he said, not looking into my eyes. “I’m currently on leave after…after an incident…so I was free to help Teddy out.”
My entire body tightened, even my pussy.
“You’re a cop?”
I was fucking a cop? I’d fucked a cop?
“I’m on leave, so I’m not really a cop right now.” He readjusted his weight, and his still hard cock slid in and out of me, making my body spasm. I couldn’t believe it, but the thought of Quinn in a policeman uniform ma
d
e my arousal practically double.
I pushed the man over and off me, and used his body’s motion to bring me up on top of him, straddling him on my knees. And somehow I didn’t lose my grip on his engorged penis.
Ride’em cowgirl!
I pressed my hands into the flesh of his chest, and felt him shudder as I pushed on the fading burn mark on his chest. I liked that I’d marked
him;
I couldn’t repress the fierce emotion that welled up in me every time I looked at that burn mark.
I wondered if it would leave a scar.
His hands shot up and he fondled and squeezed my breasts as they swayed in front of his face. Having him handling my boobs made my hips undulate, and I started riding his cock like he was a race horse.
Dear sweet Jesus it felt good.
But then Quinn turned into a bucking bronco, and before I knew it he was hammering his hard prick up into me with gusto, making my entire, curvy body jiggle from the force of his thrusts.
My hands grasped hold of where his hands cupped my breasts, and I arched my back as my head snapped back and my eyes rolled back in their sockets.
Remember what I said. Don’t reset your man’s orgasmo-meter unless you have the time (and energy) to spend enjoying the results. Luckily I didn’t have a job anymore, and all I had on my agenda today was laundry—and I could go down to the basement launderette and throw a load or two in any time.
By the time Quinn’s orgasm came around again we
were
both covered in sweat and breathing hard enough you’d think we’d run a marathon.
“Oh god,” he muttered as he jammed himself up into me hard enough to make me see flashes of white light behind my eyelids. Amazingly, even though I’d rode three, maybe fo
u
r orgasm
s
since he’d entered my apartment, a new, tsunami
sized one was rushing toward me, and I felt too deliriously exhausted to contend with it.
When it hit me
, rushing and thundering through me,
I fell into Quinn, letting my weight lay on him with no shame at all. I’d never done that during sex. I was very self conscious about my weig
ht hurting the man I was with. It was just another of my various hidden hang-ups.
But jus
t
then I didn’t care, and Quinn didn’t seem to mind as I melted into him, his cock pumping up into me as his breathing quickened, getting raspy with his impending climax.
“Cum for me baby…” I panted. I wanted him to shoot inside me, even if it was into the reservoir tip of a condom.
And he did, his extraordinary musculature tensing, his face turning a lovely shade of red, and his breathing stopped. I imagined all his creamy seed filling the condom to the bursting point.
Finally he let out the breath he had been holding, and his face started to turn back to its normal coloring. He opened his deep brown eyes and stared up at me, licking his lips. I felt as if I could really fall into those melted chocolate eyes and drown.
And then his body relaxed and the look on his face changed. I didn’t like that look, not one bit. I knew what it looked like, but I also knew it was a lie. Gorgeous guys like Quinn didn’t fall for the big girl with crazy red hair. They might sleep with a girl like me, but they ended up with some pretty, skinny girl that wore single digit sized clothes.
I wasn’t about to let myself feel anything but base lust for him.
Yeah, right…
cackled the mean little bitch voice.
I shook it off. I wouldn’t make that mistake…not again…
I leaned up until his softening cock slid out of me, and then I crawled off him and stood on shaking Jell-O legs as I pulled a robe on.
Quinn pulled the condom off, took a tissue from the box I had on my night stand, and wiped the head of his semi-hard penis off. He threw both in the trash can under the night stand.
I licked my suddenly dry lips. I had to do this. I had to get him out off my apartment and out of my life.
He stretched on my bed, naked and beautiful. I felt a sense of pride that I’d sated his needs so thoroughly. I picked up his boots and jeans, his lovely silk shirt and then his buttery soft leather jacket. The pile of clothing in my arms smelled like him, and I felt a warm tingle start running up my spine.
I stamped it down like a bug
.
I turned and reached into my purse, pulling out a familiar plastic object.
“Want to go get some potato pancakes at the Penn Brewery?” He smiled up at me. “We’ve got time before the club opens.”
“I’m not going back to the club…I already told you that.”
The look on his face was all kinds of confused. “But…I thought…”
Yeah,
you
thought I’d do whatever
you
wanted me to do if
you threw
some of
your
big, swinging cock my way.
I held up the stun gun and pressed the button, making it burn a white hot blue, a har
sh
clicking
emphasizing
its promise of pain.
Quinn jumped up out of my bed, holding his hands out as if I’d pulled a gun on him. “Now wait a minute.”
I pointed to the open door to my bedroom with the stun gun. “I said no. And now I’m telling you to get the hell out of my apartment. Now.”
“But Bev?” he took a step closer and I pointed the stun gun at him and made it flicker and clack as if it was actually wanting to stun him. He jerked back and started walking backwards out of my bedroom and towards the front of my apartment.
“Bev, please…”
“It’s Ms. D
’
Angelo to you,” I
snapped, pulling my front door open and throwing his clothes out into the hall.
His face went surprised as he realized he’d be getting dressed in my hallway. But then that infuriating eye brow quirked and he looked at me with a hint of a smile.
“You’re name is Beverly D
’
Angelo?”
Oh great…here it comes.
“
Like the wife off of those National Lampoon Vacation movies? The one
’
s with Chevy Chase?”
I grimaced. That was my deep dark, nasty secret. My mother married my father, Arthur DiAngelo. She was a big fan of the movies, and Chevy Chase. So when she had a baby girl, she named her after the female star of all those Chevy Chase movies.
Unfortunately, I was that little girl.
“Yes,” I hissed, and brandished the stun gun at him, true menace in my eyes.
He jumped back and out my front door. He stood there for a few seconds just looking at me, naked as the day he was born.
He shot me a telling look, his deep brown eyes flashing with laughter.
“I knew you had freckles.”
I shot him a dirty look. He gave me a broad smile.
I took a step forward and started to shut the door.
“So when are you coming back to work?” he said, his voice raw and unsure.
“I’m not,” I said as I closed my eyes and pushed the door closed. I slid home all the locks.
*****
This is the end o
f
Big Girls on To
p
.
I hope you enjoyed it and will review it on Amazon.com and Goodreads.com.
Don’t miss
episode
two in the series
,
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s
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(Vampire Erotic Romance novel)
Rebound
(an Erotic Romantic Comedy novel)
One Too Many Men
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Whatever You Want
(an Erotic Office Romance Short)
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