Page 63 of Don't Hate Me


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I totally fucking was.

“Come with me,” I ordered. “Fuck yourself. Bring the phone closer so I can hear the sound of your wet cunt.”

She let out a sound but did as I said. The sound of her hand hitting her wet pussy filtered through the phones. Her moans were audible, but not as loud as before.

“Ah fuck, I can’t wait to taste you again,” I moaned. I opened my mouth to tell her how good she was being, but no words came out as my orgasm burst through me. Wet, hot pleasure gripped my entire being, forcing me to succumb to it as my pussy convulsed. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. All I could do was ride the waves as the sound of Blake reaching her own orgasm flitted through the speaker.

“Again,” Blake commanded breathlessly. “Come again, Quinn—”

“For you, not me. One more time foryou, let me hear.” I ordered, standing and fixing my pants. I gritted my teeth when my eyes caught sight of my target.

How long was it going to take this fucker to die?

Instead of waiting, I walked right over to him and placed my booted foot on his throat.

“Fuck, Quinn, I need more,” Blake whined. “I can’t help but imagine you between my legs again. Lapping up my pussy.”

“Keep going,” I ordered and put more pressure on the target’s neck. His eyes widened impossibly, but there was nothing he could do. “Come for me again, baby. I can’t get enough of how you sound.”

Her moans were muffled, the sound of her fucking herself taking over. My pussy clenched again. I wouldn’t be able to make it. I needed to see her.

Just as Blake came with a cry, I slammed my heel down on the man’s throat. He died even before Blake had come down.

“Meet me at the place,” I ordered and hung up. I would rather fuck her anywhere but the club, but I couldn’t show up to her house like this, not with everyone watching.

Sirens filled the air. A warning. With quick steps, I walked through the warehouse, exiting out the back and slipping into the night, leaving my target—and his eyes—behind.

Blake

“Someone will see, you’re not worried?” I asked as Quinn fell to her knees before me.

“I don’t care,” she growled.

I rushed over here after my call, needing to feel her. I was going crazy without her.

It had been a week since I gathered the courage to text her, but I never expected for it to lead where it had.

She helped me pull off my pants, though only on one leg, so I wouldn’t be left completely naked in the hallway.

Not that I would fucking care.

The club was lively tonight, with a band playing in the newly finished back garden area. The sound of people laughing and talking was just around the corner.

I couldn’t stop myself from shivering under her touch. My breathing deepened as I thought of people rounding the corner and seeing Quinn’s face shoved into my cunt.

She placed my leg over her shoulder, kissing my thigh while her eyes were narrowed on me.

I threaded my hands through her damp hair and pulled her closer to my pussy.

“I’ve been touching myself to the memory of your mouth on me.” I moaned when she placed an open-mouth kiss right on my clit.

“Invite me over more so you won’t have to do it yourself,” she mumbled against my clit.

My gasp echoed throughout the hallway.

“The more you come over, the more interestedtheywill be in you,” I said and threw my head back, not caring about the pain that it caused as my skull hit the wall.

She was barely touching me, but I was already becoming a writhing mess in front of her. No one had ever made me feel this way before. Like even just the slightest brush of her hand against my skin would cause my head to spin and my heart to race.

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