Free The Harder He Falls: 2 (So Inked) by Sidney Bristol

froze when she slid his shorts off his hips. The blue boxer briefs followed and he kicked out of both, his shoes already missing.
    With Quin naked, she could see scars here and there, places where he’d had stitches or cuts. But his cock, that was one perfect part of his anatomy that was unscathed.
    She grasped his stiffening flesh and pumped him from root to tip and back again. He arched his hips toward her and she capitalized on her position by leaning forward and planting a kiss to the crown of his cock.
    His hands dug into her hair, dragging her up to his mouth. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, the dusting of hair there rough against the sensitive tips.
    “Condoms?” she managed between kisses.
    He lifted his head and glanced around. “I had them in a plastic bag.”
    “Fuck. You sure?” She sat back on her heels. This was so not the time to lose something like condoms.
    He pushed off the bed and stalked back to the door, peering under the table.
    She kicked his clothes and wrapped her arms around herself. “Did you drop them outside?”
    He glanced over his shoulder at her, then to the door. He stood to the side and jerked it open. There on the stoop was a nondescript white plastic bag. He chuckled and swiped it. This time he also locked the door in his wake. He ripped into the box and pulled out a square package. She reached for the prize but he didn’t relinquish it to her.
    “Up on the bed.”
    She scowled and yanked the condom from his fingers. “You get up on the bed.”
    He chuckled. It was her only warning before he grabbed her around the waist and tossed her to the middle of the mattress. She bounced a few times before his weight trapped her. He kissed her breasts, plumping them and switching between the mounds. It was okay, but her breasts were large and not as sensitive as some men wanted them to be.
    Winding her fingers into his hair, she tugged to get his attention, and when he ignored her, she bucked her hips. But this time that trick didn’t work. He lifted his head and grinned at her.
    “I want on top,” she said.
    Quin planted a kiss directly between her breasts and rolled to his back. “Are you in some kind of hurry?”
    She hadn’t expected him to do that. She slowly sat and straddled his waist. “Not really, but kind of. I do have a curfew.” Or really, the home-care worker expected her home by two thirty.
    “Well shit, I can do quick.” His cavalier tone rang false, and though this was strictly sex, it was only as much fun as they both made it.
    “I want to fuck. Now. Is that a problem?”
    He feathered his hands up her back, smoothing her down against him. “Not at all.”
    “Good.”
    She scooted down his body and reclaimed the condom packet from where it had fallen amongst the sheets. Rolling it on took seconds. She lifted up on her knees and he grasped his cock, positioning it for her. She rocked over him, brushing the head through her folds until he thrust against her.
    Planting her hands on his chest, she let her weight carry her down. Quin thrust, sliding deep, her wetness easing the way so all she felt was a delicious fullness that had her eyes rolling back into her head and her fingers curling into his skin.
    “Doll, you got to fucking move.”
    “Uh-hhuh.”
    He gripped her waist, urging her to lift, and she did, whimpering at the feel of them moving together. She hadn’t been with a man for a while and she missed this. The feel of him deep inside her, the thrusting, the uninhibited sounds of being with another person.
    “Come on, doll.”
    “Can’t.” She panted, her muscles ached.
    Quin rolled them, positioned her leg over his shoulder—thank god she hadn’t given up on yoga—and thrust. She saw stars instantly, grasping the bed sheets for something to hold on to.
    “Again, fuck yes.”
    He chuckled and did as she requested. “Like that?”
    “Mm, harder.”
    Kellie squealed at the contained power of him pumping into her, pushing her up the bed with