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Quinton removed his fingers and he released his hold on my neck. He pulled his face out of my throat and his hands went to my shoulders. He spun me around, his hand went onto my stomach, and I was pushed roughly back against the wall, my back meeting with a loud, wet slap of flesh.
Quinton wasted no time. He came at me fast. His hands dropped down to my thighs. They circled around to the backs and I was lifted clean off my feet. I cried out in surprise as my arms shot out, my hands landing on his shoulders. My nails sunk into his skin as I clung to him furiously.
"Wrap your legs around me," he grunted, as his hands slid up my slick skin toward my ass. He palmed both globes of my now round ass cheeks and held me up with my back pressed against the wall. "Fuck. I want to feel wrapped up in you.Allof you."
I complied with this command and wrapped my thighs around his hips, my calves resting against his ass, and my ankles crossed. He pulled my ass away from the wall andfinallyI felt his cock glide through my wet arousal and cum. I could feel the metal of his piercing. So cold in comparison to the heat leaking out of my core and the burning coming off of Quinton's cock that I couldn’t help but whimper as soon as it touched my flesh, and I swear my nipples got even harder than they were before. Which was pretty much impossible, but I swear it happened.
"Hold on to me," Quinton demanded harshly.
I didn't know why, but every time he bossed me around when his dick was involved, I immediately moved to comply. This time was no different. My arms wrapped around his shoulders. One of my hands trailed up his wet skin and my fingers sunk into the hair at the back of his head, fisting there.
One of Quinton's hands released my ass. He moved around and shoved his hand between our bodies to where we were connected. He fisted his dick in his hand and lined it up with my entrance. The tip caught and his hand went back to my ass.
Instead of thrusting his hips and therefore his cock into me, he squeezed my ass and pulled me down onto his cock. He sank in all the way and I was stretched deliciously, completely impaled on his cock, and for a second I was unable to move.
"Quinton," I whispered breathily.
At the sound of my voice, his eyes snapped up from where we were connected to my eyes.
The flame was there in each of them, close to the surface and burning so bright it was almost blinding, and I had to blink against the sight of it. When I opened my eyes again, I expected them to be hidden again, but they weren’t. They were on display and his eyeballs practically glowed in his face.
He looked positively possessed.
The look in his eyes spurred me on and I yanked on his hair, dragging his mouth down to mine. We weren't kissing, our lips didn’t actually touch, but we were breathing in the same air and if his tongue came out to play right now, it would definitely brush up obscenely against mine.
"Fuck me," I whispered in that same breathy voice I used just moments before.
Quinton's eyes flared and his hands on my ass squeezed to the point of pain. I didn't mind. In fact, I kind of liked it.
Quinton's mouth crashed down on mine, and he kissed me with so much possession he stole the breath right out of my lungs. His mouth didn’t leave mine as he used his grip on my ass to move me on his cock while he proceeded to give me exactly what I asked for, and fucked me harder than he ever had before.
In the end, it was Quinton who shampooed and conditioned my hair one handed while holding me up with one arm wrapped around my ribs. His fingers were gentle in my hair and he very sweetly stopped every few seconds to kiss the sensitive skin right below my ear, or nip at my lobe and suck it along with one or two of my earrings into his mouth.
In the end, it was also Quinton who reached around me to shut off the shower.
As soon as the water stopped spraying down on me, I immediately began to shiver despite the immense heat inside the large shower stall. I had been in here a whole lot longer than I had planned on being in here for.
Quinton dragged me to the glass door and pulled it open. He reached around and grabbed hold of the super-sized, fluffy yellow bath towel hanging on the rack there. The only towel in sight. And it wasmytowel. I had a shit load of them stacked up neatly in the closet in here. No one ever used them besides me, and since this was a bathroom I shared solely with Dash who had a matching stack of towels right beside mine, but orange in color instead of yellow, there was no need for me to have to share with anyone. Now it looked like I might need to share, but I could always give him an orange one instead of a yellow one.
Though, after what we just shared together, it didn't seem like the right thing to do at the time.
"Hold up your arms."
Automatically, still in the land where Quinton's cock was out and I did exactly what he commanded and I raised my arms up over my head obediently. Quinton quickly wrapped the yellow towel around my body and tucked a top corner in tightly just above my left breast, securing it in place.
I lowered my arms and wrapped them around myself, clutching the towel to my chest. My hair hung down my back in a wet mass that immediately soaked through the towel there.
Quinton placed his hand on the small of my back and he pushed me forward and out of the shower. We stepped out and he carefully shut the door behind us, standing there buck ass naked and dripping water all over the floor.
"Do you want me to get you a towel?" I asked him quietly. For some reason, it seemed wrong to disturb the peaceful quiet we had going on between us. Especially after his earlier anger.
"No, baby," he murmured back just as quietly. He leaned in and pressed his lips to mine in a soft, sweet, chaste kiss. He moved back and stepped away from me. "I'll get my own towel, but thank you. It's not your job to wait on me and it never will be. You're sweet to offer though."
I smiled at his back as he walked away from me. My eyes roamed down his back to his lovely round ass, blatantly ignoring the half moon indents my nails had left in the backs of his shoulder blades. Pink hit my cheeks all the same at the sight of those marks I'd left in his skin. They looked painful, and I bit my lip remorsefully, hoping I had not caused him too much pain.
Not even the sight of his luscious ass cheeks shifting with every step he took toward the closet could make me smile.
Quinton opened the closet and pulled out one of my yellow, fluffy towels. Go figure. He wrapped the fluffy goodness around his waist and tucked it in exactly how I had tucked my towel in to hold it in place. Only his went around his waist and mine had gone around my chest.
