Page 108 of Roommate's Guide to Love

“Quinn…”

“Shhh…” I say, my hand working his dick as I lick my lips. “Now it’s my turn to take care of you.”

Porter throws his head back the second my mouth is on him, his body relaxing under my touch as I begin to suck. I don’t know if it’s the thrill of doing this in the limo, the lingerie I’m wearing, or the noises starting to come from Porter, but I feel all sorts of sexy right now. The surge of confidence speeds up my motions, my hand and my mouth bobbing up and down on him faster and faster.

“Fuck yes,” he says, his hands now gripping at my hair. “God, you take my cock so good.”

Never in a million years would I have ever thought I had a praise kink. But from the first time Porter told me that I was a good girl, I was fucking done. And those words? Combined with how I’m already feeling? Holy shit, I’d do just about anything he asked right now.

Including that. Yup. That.

Feeling a little daring, I open up wider and lower my tongue, taking him all the way to the back of my throat.

“Quinn! Fucking hell…”

“Shhh…,” I say as I take the chance to catch my breath. I didn’t realize I could actually take it all. Yay me. “He’s going to hear you.”

“Don’t care,” he says as he quickly grabs my arms and pulls me to him. “And if he didn’t hear that, he’s sure as hell going to hear what’s coming.”

Our lips connect in a frenzy as I straddle Porter, his hand immediately going for my pussy. I lift up slightly, not sure what he’s trying to do, when I feel his hand moving the lace to the side, leaving me open for him.

“I need you,” he says, bringing me down on his dick. “I need you so fucking much.”

I feel every inch of him as he slides inside me. I can’t help but throw my head back as I start bouncing on his cock, loving how he feels bare inside me.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says, his hands massaging my tits through the lace. “Do you know I’ve dreamed of fucking you in this? This lace has been the star of my dreams for weeks.”

I tilt my head back up to look at him, only to see nothing but heat in his eyes. “Then let’s make your dreams come true.”

I continue to fuck him, but bring his head to my chest, his mouth immediately starting to kiss the exposed skin. He pushes the lace that’s covering my nipple to the side, bringing it to his mouth as he continues to fuck me.

“Yes,” I say, loving the two sensations at the same time. “So good.”

I feel the limousine starting to speed up, which apparently kicks up a gear in both of us. Porter kisses my lips one more time before rolling me off of him onto the seat so he can make his way to the floor of the vehicle.

“Spread those legs, beautiful.”

I do as he says, not able to take my eyes off him as he shoves the lace aside again as he pushes back into me. Between the speed of the limo, and the force of Porter, I feel like I’m melting into the seat. And I don’t care one fucking bit because I never want this feeling to end.

“That’s it,” he says as my hands go around his neck, holding on for dear life. His speed is picking up, his grip on my legs becoming tighter as he drives into me harder and harder.

“Porter! Yes! Fuck!”

The second my orgasm hits me, a loud grunt echoes through the limo, Porter collapsing on me as his does the same. I cling to his back, feeling like if I don’t hold on I might fly away. The high right now is that good. He must feel the same as he has me in his arms in an instant, holding me tight as we both come down.

“I love you,” I whisper into his ear. The three words are simple, and I feel so much more than that, but right now, that’s all I can think to say. “I love you so much.”

He brings me in, our kiss much gentler than what we just did to this poor limo. When he releases me, his hand on the back of my neck, he doesn’t let me go far, our foreheads touching as our gazes lock.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever get tired of hearing that,” he says. “Or saying it. Because I love you too.”

We kiss again, and don’t stop until we pull up to his driveway in Rolling Hills. In fact, we got so lost in each other that we both forgot to get dressed as the limo comes to a stop.

But that’s what you do when you fall in love. At least, that’s what I assume. You get lost in each other. Forget about time. Forget to put on your pants when the limo driver knocks on the door.

Because when you find a love like this, there’s not a timetable. You’re not counting down until you leave.

Because you know you’re going to stay. Forever.

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