Page 27 of North

North

She shouldn’t have said yes.

Quinn should’ve slammed the door in my face, told me to fuck off, and stayed wrapped in whatever pathetic little cocoon she’s built to keep herself safe. But she didn’t. Instead, she followed me, and with every hesitant step behind me, she was giving me exactly what I wanted: her.

“You’re shaking, Do you need something, baby?” I murmured, my fingers lingering against her cheek. We were deep enough for the water to cover her rock-hard nipples. Didn’t stop me from reaching out to touch, though. “Like this?”

She hissed as my free hand covered her breast. “It’s just cold,” she said quickly, but her voice betrayed her, trembling with something else entirely.

“Liar,” I said, my lips curling into a smirk as I leaned in closer. Instead of mocking her, I told her a truth I’d been trying to hide. “You’ve been on my mind all week, rabbit.”

“Somehow, I doubt that,” she said, her tone sharp but unsteady.

I laughed, low and rough, and grabbed her wrist, dragging her hand under the water to press against my cock. The breath hitched in her throat, her eyes widening as her fingers instinctively curled around me.

“Still doubt it?” I asked, my voice dropping as I leaned closer, my lips brushing against her ear. Not even the cold water was enough to cool the blood pumping to my dick. “My cock’s been as hard as a fucking rock ever since you came on my mouth. I want to taste you again, Quinn.”

Her breath came faster, her chest rising and falling against me as she stared at me, her lips parted. “Then do it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The words hit me like a shock, igniting something dark and insistent in my chest. I closed the distance between us, my mouth capturing hers in a kiss. It was rough, demanding, a clash of teeth and tongues as I pressed her body against mine.

Her hands found my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she kissed me back with a desperation that only fueled the fire in me. I wanted to consume her, to mark her, to make her mine in every way.

My hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips under the water as I pulled her closer. Her skin was soft and slick, and I couldn’t stop myself from exploring every inch of her, memorizing the way her body responded to me.

“Fuck, Quinn,” I muttered against her mouth, my voice rough and raw. “You’re going to drive me insane.”

Her only response was a soft, breathless moan, her body arching into mine as the water rippled around us, carrying the sound away.

For a moment, the rest of the world disappeared. It was just us, the water, and the stars above, and I couldn’t remember why I’d ever wanted to push her away—then I lost my balance, and she pulled back with a yelp that made my cock even harder.

“You’re not gonna drown,” I said, the smirk tugging at my lips impossible to suppress.

“I know that,” she muttered, her tone defensive, but her arms crossed tight over her chest.

“You look like you’re actually enjoying yourself,” I said, my voice low. She froze, turning toward me with a small, shy smile that made my chest tighten.

“I am,” she whispered as the space between us shrank even further. I didn’t stop until I was close enough to see the droplets of water clinging to her eyelashes, the way her wet hair stuck to her neck. My hand came up without thinking, brushing back strands sticking to her face. Her skin was warm under my fingertips, soft, and I let my touch linger longer than I should’ve.

I didn’t answer, just kept my gaze on her tits and the way her arms made them that much more enticing. The moonlight hit her skin, and I forced myself to keep my breathing steady. I wanted her tits in my mouth about as much as I wanted to thrust my dick between them. Her bare body was softer than I expected, delicate in a way she’d tried to hide under baggy clothes and stubborn glares.

“Pity you can’t walk around like this more often,” I said, my voice low as I bit my lip, fuck, but she was a treat. “You look better like this.”

I’d been on the edge ever since she walked in, the lake hugging her thighs, her waist, then rising to her chest. The way it clung to her, outlining every curve she tried to hide under her oversized clothes, had made me swallow hard. I still couldn’t believe it.

Little step-sister had curves for days.

I wanted her in my bed for days.

Quinn’s head snapped up, her hazel eyes wide and disbelieving. “You’re such an ass,” she breathed, but she let me pull her closer, wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock bumped against her pussy and she shivered.

The temptation to just reach out and grab her was overwhelming, so I did, settling my palm on the warmth of her. “Did you shave for me, rabbit?” I crooned, walking us to the shore as I touched and patted her wet cunt. Her pussy was smooth, and I let out a rumble of approval. “You weren’t this bare when I saw you last time.”

“I-I did,” she stammered, holding onto me tighter. My hands slid down her back, gripping her hips as I guided her out of the water backwards. The night air biting our skin as I laid her down on the cool, damp earth, fitting myself between her legs. Her breath hitched when my fingers skimmed her ribs, following a path to her breasts. I couldn’t wait to taste them.

“Did you miss my touches that much, rabbit?” I murmured, my voice rough as I continued onwards, dragging my palms up to her shoulders, then along her arms until I caught her hands in mine. “Or were you just very hopeful we’d end up here again?”

She blinked, her lips parting in surprise, her breaths shallow. “N-neither,” she stammered, but her voice was shaky, her eyes betraying her. I caught the way they darted to my mouth, the hesitation, the unspoken need.

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