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“Am I your girl?” I ask, which also comes out breathy. Watching Quinn come undone because of what I’m doing to him is a bigger turn-on than him doing it to me.
“Red, you were my girl from the moment I saw you. That’ll never change, I promise you. I’m yours for as long as you want me.”
I bite my cheek to stop myself from saying forever.
I seem to be getting a good rhythm, stroking him from base to tip, and before long, I’m working him harder, feeling his body shudder underneath my hands. But it’s not enough.
I want to see it.
I want to taste him.
My hand slows as I glide out of his pants and bend forward, kissing him on his parted mouth softly before sliding down his body until my knees hit the carpeted floor.
“Red, you don’t—”
But I cut him off, shaking my head. “I want to. Tell me how.”
“Whatever you do will feel amazing.”
Looking up at him, I slowly reach for his zipper and pull it down the rest of the way. His rock-hard dick springs free, and I can’t hide my surprise at how big he is. My mouth waters, and I’m shocked by how badly I want to take him into my mouth.
I slide his jeans down his legs and pull them out of his boots. My eyes fall between his legs, as I can’t look anywherebutthere. Thankfully, I somehow get his jeans off over his shoes, and the sight before me of Quinn in boots, a shirt, and a tie is a memory I will revisit often.
And another memory I will never forget is when I bend forward and take him into my mouth, sucking lightly. Quinn jerks off the seat, his hands clenching the cushions underneath him while hissing.I look up at him, with him in my mouth, and witness his eyes turn desperate and frenzied. So I take him in farther, slipping my tongue out to lick the underside.
“Holy fuck.”
He tastes how he smells—delicious. And I want more.
My hands slide up his legs and rest on his knees, and I use them as leverage to lean further into his lap.This allows me to take more of him into my mouth, and I don’t realize how far down he is until he hits the back of my throat, and I gag.
Pulling back, I don’t let him go because I like the feel of him so deep. But I soon appreciate that I don’t even have half of him inside my mouth. Wrapping my hand around his thick base, I begin stroking him to match the motion of my mouth.
Quinn moans, and I can feel him flex underneath me. And the harder I suck and stroke, the harder he tenses.
Circling the head of his dick with my tongue, I taste a salty liquid seep out of him, and as soon as his flavor hits my taste buds, a whimper escapes me. I do it again, and Quinn groans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
“Red, you gotta stop,” he pants, his body quivering beneath me. “I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t.”
But I don’t want to stop. Like he’s said to me, I want him to be in my mouth when he does.
Slowly licking him from base to tip, I don’t know if I’m doing this right, but I’m using his curses as a guide. And judging by the profanity passing through his clenched lips, I must be doing okay.
I love the way he felt at the back of my throat, so I relax and slide my lips over his length, taking him back down until he hits my throat.He shudders and tries to pull back, but I don’t let him go, loving the power I have over his body as he crumbles beneath me.
His taste, sight, smell, and feel turn me on. The pressure building in my sex makes me ache as he murmurs how good it feels, and I need a release.
Wickedly, I slip my hand under my tights and begin touching myself over my underwear with Quinn still in my mouth.My moan comes out muffled as he slowly thrusts his hips forward, his hands resting in my hair, guiding how fast and deep he wants me to go.
I pull back to catch my breath, meaning I can only suck a quarter of him. So I begin jerking him off, watching him come undone.
Lost in a wave of pleasure, his eyes shut tight and wisps of fallen hair shrouding his face, he parts his full lips, gasping for air. The look of unrestrained yearning contorts his entire being, and when he draws his lip ring into his mouth, my body shudders in heated desire.
Quinn’s eyes snap open as he hears me moaning, rubbing myself while pleasuring him.
“Holy fucking hell. Are you touching yourself?” he asks, his eyes widening as he sees my fingers working quickly between my legs.
Whimpering as I rub over my swollen clit, I examine the way he watches me pleasuring myself while pleasuring him. As my fingers quicken, matching the rhythm of my mouth, Quinn groans loudly, and he tenses underneath me.
