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QUINTON
“Thanks Toni.” I grab her another cosmo and follow her swishing, sassy ass. “See you guys in the morning.”
“Really? The party is just starting,” Tierra whines, shaking it on Andy.
“He’s got him a private party,” Michael teases. I grin as I go to find my jealous lover.
“Amelia, I got you another cosmo.” I walk into our room. She’s sitting on the sofa, looking out the window.
“Thank you.” She watches me sit it on the bedside table. I toss my shirt in the hamper, then strip of my shorts and underwear. She looks out the window. She’s funny, she thinks I’ve shared my friends’ wives.
“Come here sweetheart.” She looks at me, tossing the covers back. Thinking what she does, she still wants to please me. “Turn around.” She does without objection. I unzip her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She turns around, looking at my chest. I take her drink from her hands and set it on my bedside table. “Get in the bed.” She looks up at me. “Get in the bed Amelia. I want you in my bed.”
“Don’t you want me naked?”
“Do you want to be naked? I want you however you want me to have you.” I strum my fingertips up and down her shoulders. She reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra. I grin, taking it off. I hook my fingers in her lace panties and pull them down her legs. She’s holding her breath as I pull them from her delicate ankles. Her naked ass, crawling into bed, makes me rock hard.
“Your tits are fabulous Amelia.” I grin, laying beside her, but I don’t touch them.
“Why aren’t you touching me?” She wants me to.
“Because you think I would actually ask you to sleep with my friends.” I watch her look away. She pulls the sheet over her tits. “I would never share you with anyone.” I roll over on my side, stroking down her jaw line and neck. “My friends would never share their wives with me or any other man for that matter.” I kiss her neck. “I would fucking kill any man who tried to fuck you.”
“Good.” She exhales. “I’m glad you haven’t had sex with Tierra and Tina. Honestly, it was freaking me out.”
“It was freaking me out that you think I would ask you to pleasure Andy or Michael.” I laugh. “It actually fucking grossed me out. Look, I love them like family, all of them, but I don’t want to stick my cock in anything I know they’ve been shooting their load into.”
Amelia laughs. “So poetic Mr. Starks.”
I laugh shaking my head. “Amelia, yes we’re close. We flirt and play, but we don’t cross that line. They told you that the first night. You never have to worry about that. Michael and Andy would never, ever force themselves on you. You could be stark ass naked, rubbing that sweet, tight, wet sex of yours on their damn shafts, and they still wouldn’t. Tierra and Tina could be dripping wet for me, and I definitely wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t rubbing their dicks on me down there count as crossing that line?” She coyly grins.
I laugh cheeky ass. “Yes, yes it would. The point is that would never happen.”
She turns her torso into me, running her hands through my hair. “I don’t know why … but the thought of you with someone just infuriates me.” She doesn’t let me respond. Her heated lips cover mine in an open-mouth kiss. Our tongues slide and dance in perfect harmony.
I shift her body beneath me, dominating her kiss. Her legs spread, grinding her heat against my shaft, squeezing her knees against my hips. “Damn you feel good beneath me,” I growl, nibbling across her clavicle. Her back arches, her body begging for more.
I shift so I can watch her, running my hands down her body. She gasps as I start caressing her sex, dipping my finger in and out. “You’re very beautiful. I want you to be mine,” I whisper, kissing her swollen bud.
“I am …” She tosses her head flexing her bud against my tongue. “Yours completely.” I steal a glance at her beautiful face, sucking and flicking my tongue over her clit while fingering her with a come-hither motion.
“I want you to be my wife Amelia!” She gasps, wrapping her hands around my wrist and forearm. She’s liking this. Her toes are curling and she’s tightening around my fingers. She’s whimpering biting her bottom lip, flicking her beautiful sapphires between watching my eyes and my hand. “Is that something that might interest you?” I suck her bud. Her hips flex, grinding her hot sex harder against my lips.
“Yes,” she cries, “oh god yes … you’re amazing.” I tenderly scrape my teeth over her already sensitive core, sucking and pulling her clitoris between my lips, while working my fingers deep inside. “When?” she cries.
“Immediately!” My words vibrate against her, and she tosses her head back. My cock is dripping, watching her.
“I can’t,” she screams.
“Of course you can,” I mumble, flicking my tongue across her clit.
“Quinton.” She’s tossing her head to the side. Holding her breath.
“I want to hear you say it,” I growl against her ravenous clitoris, sucking hard. Her silk squirts, glazing my tongue. My fingers are covered in her creaminess … she’s convulsing hard against my fingers. “Tell me … tell me you want to be my wife!”
“Yes …” she cries, digging her nails into my scalp forcing my mouth harder on her, “I want to be your wife.” Her hips buck against my lips; she whimpers as I continue to pleasure her. Her fingers lace through my hair as I pull my fingers out. She’s tugging me up her body into her mouth, kissing me hard in a deep open-mouth kiss. Her breathing is ragged. She tastes like heaven, love, and lust.
