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It wasn’t hard, and it never has been, but somehow it was different with her. Like she made it her mission to watch me fall apart.

I readied my legs for her and grinned against her mouth. She was causing a delicious heat to build up in me that was already threatening to burst. My stomach quivered as the orgasm neared, and my thighs shook. Wetness was trailing down my thighs and to the couch, but I didn’t care.

Neither did she. Like her kiss, Quinn was saying something with her touches. She was reminding me of what she could do to me. Reminding me who made me feel this way.

I came with a scream.

It hadn’t been too long since my last orgasm, but the one she forced from me ripped through me like none other. It seized my entire body and made my pussy clench around her fingers with no remorse.

Sweat broke out over my body as I rode wave after wave of it.

It was so addicting that I didn’t want it to stop. I greedily rode her face even after my orgasm subsided.

“Let me touch you,” I panted. “Please, I need to make you come.”

She chuckled against my wet cunt.

“So eager to taste, huh?” she asked, lifting her face to show me how much of my release was coated on her lips.

“Please,” I begged and brought my fingers down to play with my clit. “Sit on my face. Ride me until you can’t take it anymore.”

She paused before cursing under her breath.

“If it were anyone else, I would say no,” she said, then lifted herself. I watched as she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down with her underwear. The tuft of hair between her legs caused my mouth to water.

“But you trust me,” I finished for her.

Her answer was crawling over me until her pussy sat right above me. She was so wet she began dripping on my mouth. I licked my lips, moaning at the taste of her.

“I don’t know how it happened,” she said, lowering herself. “But ye—oh fuck.”

The curse that fell from her lips as I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her down to me was sinful. I couldn’t wait to hear more of it.

I ate Quinn’s cunt like I was starved. I made sure to show her how good she was to have trusted me. I sucked on her clit hard enough to make her back bow before teasing her entrance with my tongue.

When her hips jerked, I tried to pull her back down so she could do it on my face, but she was barely putting any weight on me.

“Siton me,” I commanded. “Fuck my face like you want to. I can feel you holding back.”

She leaned forward, putting her hands on the arm of the sofa behind me. I looked up to catch her gaze.

“I don’t want to…” She frowned.

“Hurt me?” I supplied for her. She gave me a tense nod. I laughed and turned my head to the side to bite into her thigh. Her gasp went straight to my core. “You won’t. But if you’re so worried, three taps means pull back, okay?”

She nodded before lowering herself onto me.

This time I hooked her, though, and threaded my hands together in front of her waist making it damn near impossible for her to move away from me.

“Blake be—ah.”

Her complaints died when I brought her clit back into my mouth. She stayed still, letting me do the work on her clit. But when I faltered my tongue and teased it from her sopping entrance to her clit, she began to buck against me.

I hummed against her, and she took it as a sign to go even harder.

If I hadn’t been falling for the woman before then, I certainly had been after.

For the first time, I saw her truly unrestrained. Her head was thrown back, showing off her strong, elongated neck. The buckles in it tightened as her hands gripped onto the arms of the couch for dear life.

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