heightened. And all you can think of is me. Am I right?”
Busted.
“I see you’re back in Lord Demon mode,” she said dryly.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why? What are you going to do?”
“Close your eyes, please.”
She hesitated, but she did as told. She didn’t like it. She felt vulnerable, not being able to see. He crowded her. His breath warmed her face. Her skin tingled. She shivered with anticipation. What was he going to do to her? The memory of his kisses, his touches, filled her mind.
He caressed her face with his fingertips – she knew it. An electric thrill sparked beneath her skin. Her pulse began to race. Her skin was warm. She longed to know what he would do next.
With a sigh, he kissed her. She startled and opened her eyes. All she could see was the emerald green of his eyes. The lushness of his lashes. The intensity of his gaze had never failed to surprise her. It always got her. Straight to her soul.
“You didn’t do as I said,” he growled. “Close your eyes.”
She shut her eyes. Quinn made a noise of approval. His lips descended upon hers. Warm. And exquisite. Her breath stalled in her throat. Quinn really knew how to kiss a woman to make her hot and bothered. She found herself responding timidly, at first, and then, they practically mauled each other.
He swept his tongue inside her lips, over her molars, licking the cavern of her mouth. He nibbled her lips as his hands roamed everywhere. Squeezing her breasts. Groping her thighs. Feeling her pussy. Quinn undressed her. He undid her jeans and yanked down her zipper. He pulled off her sweater and ripped her bra off. Her breasts spilled out. She heard him growling. He licked her throat and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She cried as he sucked her. It made her tremble head to toes. The aching need in her pussy intensified, reaching maddening heights.
Still, she didn’t dare open her eyes. His teeth scraped her tender bud. He twirled his tongue around her areola, pirouetting like a prima ballerina before finishing it with the hard, unmerciful suck. “Quinn,” she whispered. She kept her voice down. She hoped nobody would find out what they were doing in the bathroom.
Quinn’s fingers pushed inside her panties, straight to her wet lips. His touch drove her wild. “Good, you’re so wet. And hot.” He slid his finger into her. “Very hot.”
“Quinn.”
He buried his fingers until the pad of his palm pressed against her pussy lips. He stroked her. Once. Twice. Oh God. She wanted more. More than his fingers. She wanted his cock. Inside her. Ravishing her. Like last night. She didn’t even realize she’d voiced her desire.
“Just what I had in mind, babe,” he said. The shower was still running and the steam filled the bathroom. “What’s the water for?”
“I was going to cool off.”
“I’ll help you. I don’t know if you’re going to be cold, though,” he said as he undressed.
Vanessa shoved off her jeans. Quinn pulled her panties down and off and pushed her into the shower. Warm water poured down over her. He ran his hands all over her body, squeezing and stroking; nothing escaped his attention. She watched him, mesmerized by his powerful build, the state of his arousal. His cock stood strong and proud.
He then pushed her against the tiles and kissed the life out of her. “I love your smell. I love how your skin feels. I love you.”
She startled at his declaration. Before she could think about it, her attention was drawn away by him kissing her navel and continuing south. Oh God. His mouth covered her pussy. She squirmed. Bursts of pleasure exploded as he licked her; she was totally at the man’s mercy. She bit her lower lip to stay quiet.
He pushed up one of her thighs even further to give him better access. With gentleness, he spread her pussy lips open. His tongue darted out and found her clit. He circled it and sucked it until her knees weakened. Her pussy was a welter of heat and he hadn’t
Busted.
“I see you’re back in Lord Demon mode,” she said dryly.
“Close your eyes.”
“Why? What are you going to do?”
“Close your eyes, please.”
She hesitated, but she did as told. She didn’t like it. She felt vulnerable, not being able to see. He crowded her. His breath warmed her face. Her skin tingled. She shivered with anticipation. What was he going to do to her? The memory of his kisses, his touches, filled her mind.
He caressed her face with his fingertips – she knew it. An electric thrill sparked beneath her skin. Her pulse began to race. Her skin was warm. She longed to know what he would do next.
With a sigh, he kissed her. She startled and opened her eyes. All she could see was the emerald green of his eyes. The lushness of his lashes. The intensity of his gaze had never failed to surprise her. It always got her. Straight to her soul.
“You didn’t do as I said,” he growled. “Close your eyes.”
She shut her eyes. Quinn made a noise of approval. His lips descended upon hers. Warm. And exquisite. Her breath stalled in her throat. Quinn really knew how to kiss a woman to make her hot and bothered. She found herself responding timidly, at first, and then, they practically mauled each other.
He swept his tongue inside her lips, over her molars, licking the cavern of her mouth. He nibbled her lips as his hands roamed everywhere. Squeezing her breasts. Groping her thighs. Feeling her pussy. Quinn undressed her. He undid her jeans and yanked down her zipper. He pulled off her sweater and ripped her bra off. Her breasts spilled out. She heard him growling. He licked her throat and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She cried as he sucked her. It made her tremble head to toes. The aching need in her pussy intensified, reaching maddening heights.
Still, she didn’t dare open her eyes. His teeth scraped her tender bud. He twirled his tongue around her areola, pirouetting like a prima ballerina before finishing it with the hard, unmerciful suck. “Quinn,” she whispered. She kept her voice down. She hoped nobody would find out what they were doing in the bathroom.
Quinn’s fingers pushed inside her panties, straight to her wet lips. His touch drove her wild. “Good, you’re so wet. And hot.” He slid his finger into her. “Very hot.”
“Quinn.”
He buried his fingers until the pad of his palm pressed against her pussy lips. He stroked her. Once. Twice. Oh God. She wanted more. More than his fingers. She wanted his cock. Inside her. Ravishing her. Like last night. She didn’t even realize she’d voiced her desire.
“Just what I had in mind, babe,” he said. The shower was still running and the steam filled the bathroom. “What’s the water for?”
“I was going to cool off.”
“I’ll help you. I don’t know if you’re going to be cold, though,” he said as he undressed.
Vanessa shoved off her jeans. Quinn pulled her panties down and off and pushed her into the shower. Warm water poured down over her. He ran his hands all over her body, squeezing and stroking; nothing escaped his attention. She watched him, mesmerized by his powerful build, the state of his arousal. His cock stood strong and proud.
He then pushed her against the tiles and kissed the life out of her. “I love your smell. I love how your skin feels. I love you.”
She startled at his declaration. Before she could think about it, her attention was drawn away by him kissing her navel and continuing south. Oh God. His mouth covered her pussy. She squirmed. Bursts of pleasure exploded as he licked her; she was totally at the man’s mercy. She bit her lower lip to stay quiet.
He pushed up one of her thighs even further to give him better access. With gentleness, he spread her pussy lips open. His tongue darted out and found her clit. He circled it and sucked it until her knees weakened. Her pussy was a welter of heat and he hadn’t
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