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He bites over my clit, and I buckle, suddenly aware of why Quinn told me to stand here. I’m able to hold myself up when pleasure overcomes me, and my legs are about to give out at any moment when he flicks his tongue back and forth over my center.
I never thought I could feel sexy standing in just a bra and boots, but I do. I feel like a total goddess.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp as Quinn buries his face deeper into my sex and thrusts his tongue in and out.
He encourages me to rock on his face as he eats me out without shame. His rough stubble brushes over my ripened flesh, and I bite my lip, tasting blood. He holds me prisoner—his hands, mouth, and tongue—and I never want to be set free.
His hands on my hips coax me to buck faster and harder, and it’s like he knows my body better than me because it’s exactly what I need to chase my release.
My hands are splayed against the wall, but when Quinn grips an ass cheek and spreads me wide so he can devour me from front to back, I slam my fist against it, moaning in utter bliss.
“More,” I shamefully demand, pumping my hips and fucking his face.
And more he gives as he moves his face back and forth, back and forth, his tongue penetrating me deep.
I lose myself to the rhythm. My body is wound so tight, and each stroke of Quinn’s tongue makes me so desperate to come. But I don’t want to give up this feeling—not yet. So I resist temptation and hold back my release as I focus on the present.
I focus on Quinn’s wicked tongue. The way it strokes me in all the right ways. His tongue ring only adds to the delicious torture as he works me into a breathless mess. I’m so full, and when he circles my clit before sucking hard, I come undone loudly, my body convulsing and almost collapsing, my spaghetti arms only just holding me up.
But Quinn doesn’t give me a reprieve.
He spins me around and begins tonguing me again, my hypersensitive skin on fire.
I scream, gripping his long hair.
Quinn pulls his mouth away, replacing his tongue with two long fingers.
“Fuck,” I whimper, looking down and watching how he plays with me wickedly.
He wraps his hand around my waist to steady me. But his other hand never misses a beat. He fingers me relentlessly, and before long, my body greedily demands another release.
He senses my fatigue and removes his fingers from deep within.
I protest with a sigh, and he chuckles.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, baby.”
I don’t question why and simply do it, and watch in awe as Quinn buries his head between my legs.
He’s on his knees, dominating and submitting all in the same breath. I tug on the long strands of hair and shamelessly ride his face.
I cry out louder than before as my body is sore, but the pain is beyond pleasurable because it’s more heightened this time. As he buries his face deeper between my thighs, I hook one leg over his shoulder, opening the angle, and Quinn takes full advantage of it.
He uses his mouth and fingers—fucking me with both.
I can’t take my eyes off him and the way he eats me out. He is pure sin. And he’s all mine.
“You’re…mine,” I manage to push out on a breath.
Quinn pulls off my sex, but his fingers never still. “Say it again.”
Our eyes are locked, a silent promise that this means more to us than simply getting off. This is forever.
“You’re mine. And—”
“And?” he coaxes, running his tongue along his bottom lip.
The visual is so fucking hot that I can’t contain my whimper.
