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Heat gushes into my core, slicking my channel.

Yes, I’m going to enjoy every moment of the reward I have planned for my Knight in shining armor.

25

LANCE

The feel of Quinn’s lips wrapped around my cock is out of this world. Nothing should feel this good—especially when it’s so wrong. But try as I might to keep that in my mind, when I’m with Quinn, it all just seems so right.

And tonight, that realization came into brilliant color.

I always knew I would do anything for her. But that has taken on an entirely new meaning now. And I mean it more than ever. I wouldn’t just die for this girl. I want to live for her. I want to know a lifetime with her.

And that’s not just because she’s giving me the best blowjob of my life right now.

With one hand wrapped firmly around the base of my cock, she strokes me as her head bobs forward and back. Her tongue traces tantalizing patterns along the thick vein. And with every pass between her lips, more blood pounds into my throbbing tip.

I’m tempted to tangle my fingers in her hair, to drive my hips forward and fuck her throat. But this feels so damn good, I can’t bring myself to stop her. Iwanther to pleasure me. Because she’s doing it so perfectly, I’m close to busting my load already.

Unable to resist her cornsilk locks, I comb my fingers into her hair, brushing it back from her face. Quinn hums, her big green eyes fluttering closed, and the beautiful sight of her pleasure along with the vibration that jolts straight to my balls makes me grunt with the intensity of my arousal.

“God, you’re so good with your mouth,” I rasp, my hips jerking forward as her enthusiasm escalates.

Then her free hand palms my balls, rolling them together in a gentle massage. Stars explode behind my eyelids at the euphoria of her touch. Groaning, I can’t help it as my hips start to rock, sliding my tip down her throat just a little bit. She tightens around it, her throat muscles constricting instinctively. But even as she gags, she continues her motion.

Taking me in and out, flicking her tongue along my length, Quinn sucks my cock like a damn angel. My fingers tighten in her hair, and she gives me another spine-tingling moan that sets my body on fire.

The muscles tighten along the base of my spine, my balls drawing up as I feel my release building. And I’m going to come in her mouth in record time—even though we had sex mere hours ago.

“Quinn, I’m gonna come,” I grunt, barely forcing out my warning in time.

And as she takes me all the way down her throat once more, my balls empty in one violent burst. Lungs heaving, I breathe heavily as my cock throbs and pulses against her tongue. She chokes, the sound dangerously sexy, and when I open my eyes to look down at her, she’s watching me with tear-stained cheeks. And a look of such intense satisfaction, that I can’t bring myself to feel bad.

Slowly, she withdraws from my length, sucking me clean as she goes. And with a soft pop, she releases me. Then she gives me the sexiest smile on the damn earth.

“Good?” she asks, licking her lips to ensure she swallows every last drop.

“Are you joking?” I demand, leaning down to scoop her up off the floor. And I carry her, bridal style, to the bed. “You just better not be crying because I hurt you,” I growl. Then I toss her into the center of the mattress.

Quinn releases a giggling squeal that I’m growing far too addicted to, and she looks coyly up at me from beneath the arm she tossed over her head. “I didn’t cry,” she murmurs. “My eyes just started to water with the gag reflex.”

Grasping her ankles, I run my hands slowly up her bare legs as I crawl between her thighs. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, Quinn?”

Her beautiful green eyes soften as her smile fades. “I promise, I enjoyed that nearly as much as you did. If you don’t believe me, see for yourself.”

The challenge is husky, said just above a whisper, and it’s so intensely inviting, I don’t hesitate. Curling my fingers around the waistband of her sleep shorts, I strip them off in one fluid motion. Quinn helps, lifting her hips off the bed, first to allow me to remove them, then to shimmy her matching shirt over her head.

I love her cute sets of sleep clothes. They’re not overtly sexy, but they’re soft and loose and hint at the beautiful curves she hides beneath them. And when I want to take them off her, it takes all of two seconds.

I can see she wasn’t lying before I even touch her, and I groan at the tantalizing way her pink slit glistens just for me. I can’t wait to dive inside her. But first, I want to taste her sweet nectar. To return the favor and make her come all over my tongue.

So I hook her knees over my shoulders, and I lock eyes with her as I slowly lower my head between her thighs.

“I love it when you look at me like that,” she murmurs. “Like I’m the best dessert you’re ever going to eat.”

“You are,” I breathe across her swollen lips, then I stroke my tongue between her folds, groaning at the tangy flavor that bursts across my tastebuds.

Quinn cries out, her head falling back and her breasts arching upward as her back muscles tighten. Her nipples harden, forming tiny peaks on her soft, milky flesh. And as I run my tongue back and forth along her seam, collecting her juices on my tongue, I reach up to lightly pinch each nipple between a finger and thumb.

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