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He kneels in front of me, running his hands up and down one of my legs, to catch my attention. Once I’ve met his hungry gaze, he pushes my knees apart and slowly lifts one leg, until I have to recline against the pillows. He smiles and props my foot on the edge of the bed, then does the same with the other one, so I’m spread and open to him.
He wets his lips in slow motion, teasing me with the suspense. I shiver, and gooseflesh ripples across my skin as every tiny hair stands erect in anticipation. My nipples are proud and taut, more than excited about everything going on.
When Quin finally descends on my pussy, he’s like a fucking animal.
My head falls back, as I cry out.
Click. Click. Click.
That must have looked fucking hot.
The camera seems to punctuate my pleasure. It snaps when I gasp again, and I grab Quin’s hair, fucking into his face as he thrusts his tongue inside me. Before I can come, he wrenches free and stares at me, his eyes wild, and his beard soaked with my arousal.
Click. Click. Click.
Fuck. This is such a good idea.
I definitely want a record of that face in the locked box, to look at if I’m having a bad day or feeling frumpy, because this man is feverishly lovestruck and obsessed with me. After all the years of restraining his every desire for me, he’s unleashed a force he can no longer contain, and it’s written all over his face.
This shit is seriously hot, and I need to come so bad.
I throw my head back with an irritated, needy moan, and Quin laughs. “Not yet, baby. I need you good and charged, for your money shot.”
“Mymoney shot?”
“Fuck yes.” He leans in with a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he grips my thighs, spreads me wide, and suckles at my clit while maintaining fiercely hot eye contact with me.
Click. Click. Click. Over my shoulder, to capture the delicious glee in his eyes.
Lick. Lick.
He grins at me. “I want a picture of you, squirting your release, while I fuck this beautiful, fertile little body of yours. You’re so fucking round and pretty, and Ineedthat shot, Kira.” He spreads my folds and slides his fingers inside my slick channel. He curls them into the front wall of my pussy, before pumping them in and out of me, edging me closer to climax, the way he has been all day, without any fucking relief.
My body’s been constantly strung on high alert, and he barely has to nudge me, before I’m back at the brink and ready to fall. I grab at the pillows and sheets, even gripping the bed with my toes, as I foolishly chase the high while knowing he’ll move the goal posts before I can get there. I’m so desperate to come, I can’t stop myself from seeking it, but Quin has a plan, and he’s sticking to it.
He withdraws his fingers from my depths, leaving me quivering inside. A whimper escapes me, and he scuffs his beard along my inner thigh and gives me a little nip. “Lie back and take my dick down your throat, while I clean you up a little with my tongue,” he says, climbing onto the bed, and then over me.
I take the fat head of his cock down my throat like a good girl, and writhe at the mercy of his magic tongue, until I suck him so hard and fast that his balls grow tight and firm.
He pulls back with a strained sigh and climbs off the bed, waggling a warning finger at me. “I know what you’re up to, and I’m not taking the bait, you little minx.” His posture and tone are commanding, but it’s the playful threat and the promise in his eyes that keep me obedient.
I’m his fucking girl, and he’ll give me what I need.
Click. Click. Click.
This photographer really knows what to record. I hope Quin’s paying her well.
He stretches out on the bed beside me and beckons me closer. “Get on top, gorgeous. Rub that bump on me while you grind.”
I practically leap at the chance, but as soon as I slide onto his cock, he pins me there, so I can’t move. “No making yourself come,” he warns, slowly releasing his grip on my hips. He slides his hands upward, to revere my big, rounded belly with fond touches and tender sweeps of its curves.
The baby’s foot or elbow pushes against its limits, making a cute bulge in my belly, and Quin greets it with the tip of his finger, like in a tiny little high-five.
Click. Click. Click.
I rock against him involuntarily, agreeing with the photographer about how utterly beautiful and sexy it is, catching Quin in his beautiful littleDadmoments.
His hands slide back to my hips, and he stills me again. “I mean it, Kira. I want pictures of you in this position, because I fucking love it when you ride me, but no coming. Understood?”
