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Chapter Four
Quinn
I thrustmy tongue into her mouth, parting her lips for me. She jolts in surprise, and I take advantage of it by lifting her into my arms and walking her to the nearest wall. It’s not ideal, taking her in my office where there’s no bed, but there is a soft rug in front of the wet bar if we decide to go horizontal.
For the moment, I prefer to be vertical. I prefer to press her against the wall, trap her between my arms, and kiss her until her entire body trembles. Exactly as I’m doing right now.
She moans into my mouth when I work through the buttons of her blouse and slide it from her frame. We don’t have the luxury of privacy, not with my enforcers standing outside the door as instructed. The walls are thin, definitely not soundproof. There’s no doubt they’ll pick up why, exactly, I needed to meet with Jo Prescott in private.
I kneel, kissing my way down the flat of her creamy tummy, unzipping her skirt along the way and dropping it at her feet. Her panties soon join the rest of her clothes on the floor. I run my hands up and down the round of her thighs, pulling her pussy to me, and inhaling deeply. “I love your scent.” I dart out my tongue and drink up the dew that’s collected on her curls. “I love your cream.”
Opening her folds, exposing her to me completely, I waste no time flicking her clit the way I know she likes it. Her reaction doesn’t disappoint as her knees wobble, and she grabs hold of my shoulders. “Oh god, Quinn. Mmm.”
“I like you saying my name,” I growl and lick her slippery slit, lapping up her juices. She’s absolutely delectable, the best nutrient to feed my starving soul. I could live off the cream from her body and plan to for as long as I can. Digging my fingers into her hips, I return my attention to her clit and attack. “Say it again.”
“Quinn!” This time her knees do buckle. I hold her tight, keeping her upright, as I increase the pace of my assault. She’s mewling now, her whimpers and soft cries, paired with the tremble of her thighs, tells me she’s close. I slide my middle finger inside her hole, and she explodes. “Quinn!”
Her pussy floods with more of the sweetest cream I’ve ever had the pleasure to drink, and I eagerly lap it up, sucking for more and fucking her hole with my finger. “That’s my girl,” I growl and lick her from my lips and finger before standing and opening my trousers, pulling out my cock to stroke it.
She licks her lips and drops to her knees, swiping at the head with her tongue. I hiss in a breath and bury my hands in her hair, sinking my flesh between her lips. “Fuck, Jo. That’s it. Suck my cock, baby. Yes.”
Glancing up at me as she works my cock in and out of her mouth, I watch her suck my rigid erection in and out. In and out. Sweet god, that’s so fucking hot. As much as I would love to fuck her mouth until I come down her throat, I want to be inside her pussy when I blow. Now that I know how well her body takes mine, custom made for my cock only, I never want to come anywhere but deep inside her pussy.
But I can’t stop thrusting my hips, plunging my cock in and out of her mouth. The heat from her mouth saturates deep into my balls, stirring my release. I curl my fingers in her hair and pump faster. She sucks harder and caresses my balls. Ah Jesus. If she does that again, I’m going to fill her mouth instead of her pussy.
And then she does. I shout and drive my cock clear to the back of her mouth as I erupt, shooting cum down her throat. She takes it all and sucks for more, milking me as I milked her. Although she’s drained me of one release, I have several more building for her and take her, pulling her to her feet.
The scent of our release lingers between us, making me even harder than I was before I came the first time. I push her against the wall, lifting her so her sweet, wet cunt is sitting on the top of my cock. “You want a taste of Zorro’s sword?”
She licks her lips. “I’m pretty sure I just got that.”
I laugh and sink into her hard. Her giggles turn to moans as I push into her over and over, burying my cock deep inside her pussy, pounding my flesh home where it belongs. The sounds of sex fill the room, of me fucking her against a wall, the steady impact of her back to the drywall echoing.
I hear my enforcers’ voices before one of them chuckles. It makes me snarl and fuck Jo faster, harder, marking this woman mine. “Quinn, I’m going… No, I can’t… Quinn.”
I love the way she grows incoherent as her climax closes in. Her pussy walls quiver and constrict. She tightens her legs around me. I fuck her hard, full force, slamming our hips together. She grips my shoulders and sucks my tongue into her mouth just as her pussy clamps down on my dick. Her climax covers me, driving me to plunge deep and fill her hole with my seed.
Gritting my teeth, I grunt as my release pulls from every muscle in my body, shooting out the end of my cock and deep into her hole. Her pussy takes it all and milks me, eager for more. As much as I’d love to give her more, we have other work to do aside from fuck each other into comas.
She drops her feet and kisses me soundly. “Thank you. That was—incredible.”
“Thank you,” I respond and linger our lips together. “I happen to agree.”
“Give me a few minutes to clean up, then we’ll get to work.” She reaches down, swipes her clothes, and leaves me using the wall to keep me upright. I came hard enough to see spots and need a second to recover, and she’s casually walking around like she didn’t just get plowed against a wall.
I’ve met my match, I suddenly think. I like the sound of that.
Once we’ve both recovered enough to keep our hands off her each other and our tongues out of each other’s mouths, I grab the folder I wanted to show her. It holds the terms of our agreement.
She takes it, and I watch her as she reads it through. Her expression remains calm, cool even. I don’t trust it. When she glances back up, resting her gaze on me, I was right not to trust the expression. Her eyes flash as they darken. She may be able to hide her emotions in her expression, but those eyes give her away.
Closing the folder, she tosses it on the table between us. I don’t reach for it and keep my attention on her until she says something. “You must think a lot of yourself, Mr. O’Reilly, if you expect me to agree to those terms.”
I expected some level of negotiation. Although I’d rather not have to compromise on any of my terms, I know enough about this woman to know she’s not about to agree to anything without having input on the deal.
“Pick one.” I wait for her to look at me.
When she does, she narrows her eyes. “Pick one?”
