Page 10 of Quinn
“Wow, you could have fooled me.”
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EVAN
My cock is as hard as a rock, having just heard those words coming out of Quinn's sweet lips. The mix of Quinn’s girl next door personality and now dirty mouth has my mind reeling. I thought I wanted her before, but now with my cock straining against the unforgiving denim of my jeans, I realize I haven’t felt this way before about anyone.
Quinn shakes her head to Mallory’s question, her long dark hair swaying on her shoulders with the movement. Her shy demeanor is returning. I wish there were more for Quinn to read, but I've already asked so much of Mallory coming in on Saturday when the studio is usually closed.
“You are a natural,” Mallory says before she heads back into the booth. She says something to Quinn and hands her a card from her back pocket. I can't hear what she's saying, but whatever it is, Quinn is looking excited about it.
We say our goodbyes and head out into the cool evening air. I hold open the door for her, but she doesn’t get in at first. Her brown eyes dance with excitement when they swing towards me. She bites down on her bottom lip, and my cock twitches at the simple but incredibly sexy movement. Quinn reaches out and runs her hand up my chest, her fingertips gliding over each sinewy muscle.
“Thank you for this opportunity.”
I run my fingers into her silky hair, cupping her cheek in my hand. “I’m glad you had a good time.”
“Didyouhave a good time?” She asks, leaning forward to press her soft body against my hard one. I know she can already feel my answer, pressing against her lower belly. She bites down on her lip again, and I nearly come in my pants like a horny teenager.
“It’s definitely had its moments,” I chuckle.
"I know we talked about going to grab something to eat afterward, but I thought maybe we could go back to my place and order something.”
“I don’t want you to think that I—"
She smiles sweetly up at me. “Evan, I’m asking if you want to go back to my place and all that it implies.”
She’s careful about her words now. And I like the idea of being one of the few people she shares this naughtier side with.
"Yes," I breathe out when she shifts her hips, allowing some friction to build between us.
We both get in the car, but as soon as the quiet of the city is muffled around us, it's like we are in our own bubble, and we can't wait. I reach for her just as she reaches for me. She swings her leg over my lap and straddles me. The amount of room we have in the car is constricting, but it only makes us press closer together.
She swivels her hips, and my already hard cock grows even harder.
“Was it something I said?” she asks, a teasing note in her voice.
I groan with the move she makes. I don’t know how much more I can last. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long that a part of me can’t believe this is even happening.
“Your hard cock is making me so wet,” she breathes out.
My grip on her hips tighten. I want to guide the pace of her movements. She thrust once, twice, three times, and I can't hold back much longer. My hands glide up the soft flesh of her thighs, grateful that she’s wearing a dress. I run my fingertips over the damp lace of her panties, and she continues to move over me. I pull aside the fabric and run my thumb over her sensitive clit.
She cries out my name, and I grow harder for her. Her hands move from my shoulders down my chest to my belt. She unbuckles it in record time, and her hand grips the shaft of my cock, stroking it up and down. Her thumb brushes the tip and spreading the beads of precum around the head.
She runs her thumb across her bottom lip slowly, and I swear I nearly come right then. But her hand returns to me, and she lifts up, lining me up with her entrance and sliding down on top of it. The warm sensation of pushing deep inside her is unlike anything I’ve felt before. It feels like we were two broken pieces that have finally been pieced back together and are whole again.
“Don’t stop,” she moans, her head thrown back and as both move with the other.
The pleasurable friction builds between us, and I can't hold out much longer. I want to feel her come with me. Together. I find her clit again and rub until I feel her tighten around me, and I allow myself to let go. We lose ourselves in this moment but never let go of the other. I can't ever imagine after sharing this moment with her that I would ever let go.
Slowly we find ourselves again, our grip just as tight on the other.
“That was,” I breath out, trying to find the right word. “I don’t know. Nothing seems like it’s enough to capture what I felt.”
“You don’t have to say it.” She kisses me softly. “I felt it too.”
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