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I inhale deeply, my hands landing on his ass, holding him to me. God, he smells good.
“This is what you fucking need.”
His hand runs across the back of my neck and then he bows his hips away from me, pulling his dick out.
He’s hard and angry, and I should think about this, should have some fucking commonsense, but I can’t stop. I just pull him into my mouth and take his dick all the way into the back of my throat.
Nothing has ever felt this right.
Quinn groans lowly, both of his hands cupping my face as he fucks into me—gently, slowly, killing me with each thrust.
“I don’t want anyone but you,” he says as drool pools from the sides of my mouth and drips down my chin.
I look up at him, our eyes locking, and I feel my dick jerk between my legs. He’s so gorgeous, his hair falling across his cheekbones, that septum piercing through his nose, those freckles.
Those eyes.
They lock with mine as he picks up his pace. I gag and gurgle around him, choking on his dick.
“Oh fuck, I’m not going to last. You’re too fucking good,” he groans and I take him further into me. His hands clutch me tightly, his fingernails digging into my cheeks, but I relish the sting of it. I hold him against me as I lick and slurp and bob my head.
Suddenly, he explodes in my mouth without warning. I choke on it, his mess sliding down my chin and neck, but I manage to swallow some before he pulls out of me.
Then he’s crouching down, pushing me back, so I’m sprawled out on the kitchen floor. Those lithe fingers hook into the waistband of my pants and he yanks them down until I’m only wearing my shirt. His hands are all over me, his mouth is licking and sucking at my balls, and I arch up, crying out.
“Yes, louder. Let her hear who owns me,” he says as he engulfs my dick.
I lose my fucking mind, nearly screaming as he takes me over and over. Abruptly, my legs are being pressed up to my chest and his tongue slides down my taint and twists around my hole.
I nearly black out as he rims my spasming hole.
Oh fuck.
He’s moaning against me, his tongue pushing into me over and over, and I’m sliding up the linoleum until my head hits the wall. I reach up and hold on, pushing my ass back against his face, needing him further inside of me.
“Fuck. Fuck!” I cry out as two fingers press inside of me and his tongue swipes around them. My dick leaks profusely as he presses inside and hits my prostate, like he knows exactly where it is. God, why am I even surprised? He’s memorized me.
“Quinn,” I shout, and he does it again and again until I’m sobbing, my entire body on fire. My cock aching.
When he stuffs his third and fourth fingers inside of me, nearly fisting me, I break apart, my untouched dick bursting across my shirt.
My entire body falls limp, my ass still full of his fingers, my cock twitching between my legs. Oh my god.
Oh my fucking god.
Quinn lays his cheek on my hip, his breathing labored.
“Goddamn,” he whispers, and I swallow roughly, unable to speak.
That was like a sexual awakening. And I’ve been gay a long-ass time.
“You’re so fucking loud,” he laughs, wiping at his damp face with his free hand.
I try to lean up to see him, but I can’t fucking move. I just lie there, letting myself feel stuffed so impossibly full.
When he finally pulls his fingers free, my hole is loose and empty.
His face appears before me, and I blink up at him, still in a daze.
