Page 91 of Dust to Dust

“Can you think of a better way?”

“Here?” I squeaked.

Quinn nodded. “But to punish myself for the way I treated you, only you get to come.”

“I’m listening,” I replied.

Without answering, Quinn walked over to the bathroom door. To my surprise, it had an inside lock. At the sound of the click, a shiver went through me. It intensified as Quinn stalked over to me. “I need to taste you, Little Dove.”

“I’m still mad at you,” I claimed, my voice wavering.

“Angry sex is very hot.”

“I thought you were going to deny yourself?”

With a smirk, Quinn replied, “I am. I plan to devour your pussy while you angrily moan and pant.”

Before I could protest, his massive hands gripped my waist before hoisting me up onto the marble countertop. He then brought his hands to my calves before sliding up my thighs, bunching the fabric of my dress up. Cool air hit the tops of my heated thighs.

All the while the ache between my legs grew. I bit down on my lip when he knelt before me. “I’m on my knees in front of you like the queen that you are.”

“You promise not to hurt me again?”

He nodded. “Only pleasure.”

I knew it was a ridiculous request, and he couldn’t truthfully promise to never hurt me again. But I decided to let it go. Staring down at him, I commanded, “Make me come.”

A groan erupted from deep in Quinn’s chest. His fingers instantly went to my aching center. He rubbed them over my soaked thong. “Mm,” I whimpered.

When he thrust two fingers inside me, I gasped, and my head fell back against the mirror. He swirled them inside me, curling them to rub against my g-spot. “Quinn,” I murmured.

“My name on your lips is a fucking siren’s song. It drives me crazy.”

“You’re…driving…me crazy,” I panted, as I turned my head to the side against the mirror.

“You’re taking my fingers so good. Maybe I should add another.”

“Mm, please.”

My walls stretched at the addition of a third finger, swirling and plunging within me. To meet the plunges of his fingers, I thrust my hips up as well.

Over and over.

My eyes pinched shut as pleasure enveloped me.

Just as I reached the edge, Quinn’s fingers slid out of me. “No! Please don’t stop!”

“Easy, Little Dove.”

Quinn jerked my thong to the side before dipping his head. His tongue licked up my seam, causing me to cry out. I could barely see him through all the fabric of the dress, but I sure as hell could feel him.

He buried his entire face in my pussy. He sucked and licked my labia, leaving little love bites in his wake. As his nose rubbed against my clit, I thrust my hips up, desperate for more friction. My chest heaved, and I panted like a wanton woman.

“Please, Quinn,” I rasped.

His response was to thrust his tongue inside me. It swirled and flicked inside my center. After searching for his head through the fabric, my fingers connected with the strands of his hair. I gripped him for dear life as I pressed him further against me.

It was then his teeth grazed my clit, sending an orgasm charging through me. My thighs shook with the intensity of the pulsing of my walls around Quinn’s tongue. My head banged back against the mirror as I rode out wave after wave.

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