Page 50 of Turning Back

“Touch me,” she says.

“Lie down,” I answer. “Flat. With your legs straight.”

“Quin—”

“Do it,” I say.

She huffs out another breath. Like I’m frustrating her. Good. Now she knows how I feel tonight.

She lies down, her face turned to one side so she can see me, and straightens out her legs. They are long and tanned from lots of time in the sun down south. Her whole body is golden, just like her hair. It spills over her shoulders and back like a waterfall.

I walk towards her, place a hand on her outer thigh and put one knee on the couch next to her hip. Then I force my other knee between her body and the cushion, so I’m sitting on the back of her knees.

“Yes,” she moans.

I play with her ass. My hands are all over her ass. Rubbing it. Letting my fingers slip between her legs just a little bit. Just enough to tease her with what’s to come. I bend over her body, letting my chest press against her back, and lower my lips to her neck. I slip a hand underneath her so I can squeeze her breast.

Her whole body trembles from the sensation of my lips.

“Did you miss me?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says. “Every night, Quin. I missed you.”

“I missed you too. One year is too long.”

“I know. But I promise, I won’t ever leave again. You can trust me, Quin. I promise I won’t do it again.”

I say nothing. Just enjoy the heat our bodies create together.

Her outside leg falls and one foot drops to the floor. It’s kinda cramped on the couch so I don’t make a big deal about it. Instead I dip the hand on her breast and slip it down her belly until I’m playing with the wetness between her legs.

She moans. “I like that,” she whispers, pressing her ass up into my cock.

I bet she does.

My dick presses between her ass cheeks and she opens her legs—just a little since I’ve got her boxed in with my body—and I slip inside easily.

“Yes,” she moans. “Fuck me.”

Oh, I fully plan on it. One more hard thrust and I’m all the way in. She gasps from my forcefulness, her back arching, but I sit up a little and press my palm right between her shoulder blades, pinning her beneath me.

Her pussy clamps down on my dick, her muscles tightening around my shaft.

I slap her ass cheek so hard, she squeals as I watch it turn red.

“You’re a fucking whore, aren’t you Rochelle?”

“Yes,” she says, raising her ass up again, practically begging for more.

I give her what she thinks she wants. I start slow, just like that other time. I start slow and then gradually fuck her a little harder.

She begins to moan, so I grab her by the hair and force her up, holding her against my chest, and just pound her from behind. Pure fucking. My other hand wraps around her throat and I squeeze. Not a lot, but enough.

She goes wild. Gasping for air, trying to fuck me back by pushing her ass towards me, even though I’m the only one in control tonight.

“You like it when Bric and I fuck you together, don’t you, Rochelle?”

“Yes,” she says. “Yes.”