stopped thinking about you since I closed that door behind me last night.” The softness of his lips were velvet against my body.
“Quinn, I don't think you understand how dangerous this really is.”
“Do you think I'm afraid of danger?” He dug his hands into my thighs, forcing them open. Extending his arm to my throat, he pushed me against the wall. A whimper fell from my lips.
Tilting my head to the side, he bit my neck. Tingles coursed through my veins, goosebumps arose from my flesh.
He was taking control of me, taking what he wanted.
And I was going to let him.
Whispering into his ear I said, “I think you should be afraid of me.” My hands followed the lines of his tensed abs, his cock fully engorged, pushing its fat tip into my thigh.
A wicked chuckle left his lips, sliding his cock up and down over my bare skin. “Maybe I should be, or maybe I'm just a man who craves danger, craves your fucking cunt.” Digging his thumbs into the creases where my hips meet my thighs, a deep growl filtered through the air.
Breathing heavy, I grabbed his face. Pushing my lips onto his, our teeth hit briefly till our tongues wrapped together. The smooth muscles glided angrily over each other with the intense heat radiating between us.
I couldn't tell if it was the water or the electricity of us together that made my skin boiling red. I've wanted nothing but him since he stood up for me. He weakened my defenses, yanking down the cement wall I created from the world around me.
I didn't want to admit it- Quinn had become the image inside my head, the dream that plagued me at night, the air I needed to survive.
Coiling my fingers at his roots, I ripped his head away. “Fuck me.” Licking my lips I met his gaze.
His mind seemed to turn inside his head. Silence sat across his mouth, his brain taking in my demand. I felt his cock jump as prickles flooded his body. His chest lifted forcefully with each inhale.
My pussy was soaked in my own juices, I didn't want to wait anymore, he needed to be inside me.
The brief thought that my father could be home any minute flashed into my skull. A second of fear hit my stomach. The ball of knots loosened quickly as he curled two fingers into my cunt, his thumb tapping against my nub.
Slowly, he caressed my clit. My walls gripped his fingers, not wanting him to stop, not letting him remove them completely.
My juice dripped over his hand, as he pulled his fingers out quickly, he lifted them to his lips. “Mmm,” he moaned, draping my cream over his tongue.
“Fuck me.” I demanded.
I was standing on my toes, as he released my thighs, the loss of support caused me to sway. My legs were shaking and warm with desire, gripping the wall, I regained my balance.
Quinn leaned out of the curtain, the reminiscent sound of a wrapper tearing broke into my ears. Turning to face me, his large cock now wrapped like a present.
All he needs is a bow. I thought to myself, giggling lightly under my breath.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing, just had a thought is all.” My eyes shifted from his cock, to his face.
“Really? A thought?” His brow raised, unsure of where my smirk had come from. “Time to wipe that thought off your face,” he said, inching towards me, eyes smiling.
Yanking my wrists into one hand, he spun me around. The wet strands of hair whipped against his chest with a smack. Forcefully, he tugged my hands down into the small of my back, my ass lifting up on reflex.
“Let's see that smile now.” His lips brushed against my ear with his whisper, tingles danced across my body as a gasp filled my tongue.
The smooth swollen tip of his cock pressed against my pussy. Spreading me wide open, he slowly glided inside. My cunt tightened around him, squeezing harder the deeper he went.
Thrusting himself all the way, his balls hit my clit. “Shit, doll. You're pussy is tight. Can you handle all of this?” His hand gripped my ass, digging into the tensed muscle.
Palming the
“Quinn, I don't think you understand how dangerous this really is.”
“Do you think I'm afraid of danger?” He dug his hands into my thighs, forcing them open. Extending his arm to my throat, he pushed me against the wall. A whimper fell from my lips.
Tilting my head to the side, he bit my neck. Tingles coursed through my veins, goosebumps arose from my flesh.
He was taking control of me, taking what he wanted.
And I was going to let him.
Whispering into his ear I said, “I think you should be afraid of me.” My hands followed the lines of his tensed abs, his cock fully engorged, pushing its fat tip into my thigh.
A wicked chuckle left his lips, sliding his cock up and down over my bare skin. “Maybe I should be, or maybe I'm just a man who craves danger, craves your fucking cunt.” Digging his thumbs into the creases where my hips meet my thighs, a deep growl filtered through the air.
Breathing heavy, I grabbed his face. Pushing my lips onto his, our teeth hit briefly till our tongues wrapped together. The smooth muscles glided angrily over each other with the intense heat radiating between us.
I couldn't tell if it was the water or the electricity of us together that made my skin boiling red. I've wanted nothing but him since he stood up for me. He weakened my defenses, yanking down the cement wall I created from the world around me.
I didn't want to admit it- Quinn had become the image inside my head, the dream that plagued me at night, the air I needed to survive.
Coiling my fingers at his roots, I ripped his head away. “Fuck me.” Licking my lips I met his gaze.
His mind seemed to turn inside his head. Silence sat across his mouth, his brain taking in my demand. I felt his cock jump as prickles flooded his body. His chest lifted forcefully with each inhale.
My pussy was soaked in my own juices, I didn't want to wait anymore, he needed to be inside me.
The brief thought that my father could be home any minute flashed into my skull. A second of fear hit my stomach. The ball of knots loosened quickly as he curled two fingers into my cunt, his thumb tapping against my nub.
Slowly, he caressed my clit. My walls gripped his fingers, not wanting him to stop, not letting him remove them completely.
My juice dripped over his hand, as he pulled his fingers out quickly, he lifted them to his lips. “Mmm,” he moaned, draping my cream over his tongue.
“Fuck me.” I demanded.
I was standing on my toes, as he released my thighs, the loss of support caused me to sway. My legs were shaking and warm with desire, gripping the wall, I regained my balance.
Quinn leaned out of the curtain, the reminiscent sound of a wrapper tearing broke into my ears. Turning to face me, his large cock now wrapped like a present.
All he needs is a bow. I thought to myself, giggling lightly under my breath.
“What?” he asked.
“Nothing, just had a thought is all.” My eyes shifted from his cock, to his face.
“Really? A thought?” His brow raised, unsure of where my smirk had come from. “Time to wipe that thought off your face,” he said, inching towards me, eyes smiling.
Yanking my wrists into one hand, he spun me around. The wet strands of hair whipped against his chest with a smack. Forcefully, he tugged my hands down into the small of my back, my ass lifting up on reflex.
“Let's see that smile now.” His lips brushed against my ear with his whisper, tingles danced across my body as a gasp filled my tongue.
The smooth swollen tip of his cock pressed against my pussy. Spreading me wide open, he slowly glided inside. My cunt tightened around him, squeezing harder the deeper he went.
Thrusting himself all the way, his balls hit my clit. “Shit, doll. You're pussy is tight. Can you handle all of this?” His hand gripped my ass, digging into the tensed muscle.
Palming the
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