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“Can I taste you?” He presses another finger in and I love it. Then he says a word I never thought I’d hear torn from his lips. “Please?”

“Yes,” I manage to breathe out.

He brings his lips down to me and I almost see stars. I can’t believe how turned on I am. I feel like I’m going to die as he devours me, his fingers and tongue hitting every pleasure point. My moans are turning to screams as he picks up his pace.

“Wesley. Oh my god. I’m gonna—” I gasp.

“Not yet,” he says, slowing his pace in the most torturous way. I exhale in frustration, and he smirks up at me. “Good girl.”

He must know his words would be my undoing because he brings his tongue back to that perfect spot and his fingers are pumping and I can’t breathe. My entire body shakes as the world around me explodes until I feel nothing but bliss. I manage to lift my head and Wesley stares up at me as he sucks his fingers dry.

Holy fuck.

“Oh my god.” I hear myself say. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Wesley lifts himself up and leans over me, his elbows pressed on either side. “Did that?” He smirks. “We’re just getting started, sweetheart.”

Chapter 31

Wesley

I smile down at Quinn as her eyes widen in anticipation. She looks more beautiful than ever — hair everywhere, face flushed. I close my eyes, remembering the look of pure ecstasy on her face. I need to see it again.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she says, tugging at my pants, which are somehow still on. I chuckle watching her struggle with the belt and she rolls her eyes. I gently push her hand back and yank the belt off, pulling my pants and briefs down in one swoop.

Her mouth drops. Normally I might make some arrogant comment, but my mouth is suddenly very dry, watching Quinn watch me. The desire is written all over her face.

I press her backwards, my mouth meeting hers with a shared intensity. I can’t believe I get to kiss her. I press soft kisses along her collarbone, touching her everywhere. My hands make it their mission to explore every inch of her perfect skin. It’s not long before they find her soft pussy, soaking wet for me. I groan again at the contact, loving the way she feels.

“Oh god,” she moans, throwing her head back.

“You like that? Yeah, you like that.” I circle my thumb on her clit, teasing her. "I want to feel you come again.”

She gasps. “Please.” I meet her gaze. “I can't wait anymore.”

“Please what?” I almost growl the words, knowing what she needs. “Do you want me inside you, baby?” I rub my nose against her throat, humming against it. Her head falls back, and I gather her hair in my hands. “Tell me what you want.” I meet her eyes again.

She blinks, her gaze darkening. “I want you to fuck me, Wesley,” she breaks off and bites her lip.

I move faster than I ever have, fumbling for a condom in my bedside table. I grab it and rip the foil with my teeth, pressing it along my length and leveraging myself above Quinn. I hold for a moment, teasing her with the tip, but she grabs my body and pulls it against her.

I almost lose it when I press inside her. There’s no feeling like this. It’s incredible. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. Finally, I thrust into her, slow, shuddering against her.

It’s intense, the feeling rushing through me. I wonder if she feels it too.

“Oh god,” she moans. “It feels — so good.”

I grunt in approval, thrusting harder.

“You’re so good.” I’m losing it. “So beautiful.”

I flip over so she’s on top.

“Ride me,” I say, twisting her nipple in my fingers. She pushes into me, our bodies meeting perfectly. She’s even better than I imagined, and I know, right then, watching her bouncing on top of me, that once isn’t enough. I need this again and again and again. I need it forever.

“Wesley,” she moans.

“Yes, baby. Say my name.” I love the way it sounds on her lips. She screams and clenches around me and it feels incredible. She’s close, I can feel it. I flip her over and pump harder, on the edge.

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