Page 86 of The Late Hit
Tweaking, sucking, worshipping.
“I need more.” Popping my nipple from his mouth, he looks up at me.
“Patience, baby.”
Groaning, I flop my head back on his pillow. “Quinton, I’ve been patient. It’s been years. Fuck me, please.”
Sliding up on his knees, he reaches his hand out for me to take. “Sit up,” he demands.
Reaching behind me, he unties the straps of my dress while his mouth finds my neck again. Dragging his hands from the strings to my thighs, he pushes the dress up over my head.
“Damn, baby.”
Eyes skim my naked body. Before he gets down to my thong, his eyes pop up to the new tattoo I had done last week. Bringing his fingers up to my rib, he traces the new arrow ink.
“This is new.”
Nodding my head, my hands search for his body. Pushing him backward, I climb on top of him. “It is.”
Straddling him, I run my hands down his abs, letting my fingers trace every muscle, stopping at the button of his pants.
“We’ll talk about it later. Right now, I want you out of these pants.”
And getting him out of his pants is just what I do. Sliding his button open and unzipping his pants, I slowly drag my body down his legs, taking his pants and boxers with me. I watch as his cock springs free. It’s long and thick against his stomach.
All I can think about is wrapping my lips around his crown and worshipping him.
After the perfect night we just had, it’s all I want.
Licking my lips, I collapse on my knees as he sits up. Taking him in my hand, I give a few pumps, watching his eyes watch me. Leaning forward, my tongue licks the bead of pre-cum that’s leaking from his tip. I make a show of licking him from root to tip, flattening my tongue against his vein before taking him in my mouth. Then, I wrap my mouth around his head and take him to the back of my throat. He lets out a guttural groan.
Reaching his hand out to me, he gathers my hair in one fist, giving him a better view of how well I take him. He’s big and thick. Tears roll down my cheek as I take him down my throat, holding my breath to keep from choking.
Sucking him turns me on. I’ve always been a girl who loves giving head, but giving head to Quinton, and watching someone you deeply care about fall apart because of you is dizzying.
I slide the hand I had resting on his thigh down, down, down, until it finds my core. Brushing my middle finger through my wetness, I bring it up to my clit, rubbing my fingers as I work Q with my mouth and my other hand.
Before long, I’m moaning around him. His hand begins to take control of my head, pushing me further down his cock, fucking my mouth. Slipping my finger from my clit inside me, I push in two fingers and begin fucking myself as I let him fuck my mouth.
He’s close—we both are. Pushing my fingers in and out, in and out, I bring the slickness up to my clit, rubbing and working myself over. The hand I had on his cock slides down until I’m cupping his balls.
Pulling, playing, tugging. I feel him tense beneath me just as my stomach clenches. I’m going to come. But just as I think that, my hair is pulled, and my head ripped off Quinton.
“What the fu—" I start, but don’t get the words out because Quinton is grabbing me by the ribs and tossing me onto the mattress, dropping to his knees.
“If you’re going to come, it’s going to be from me.”
Sweet, caring Quinton is hot. But demanding, alpha Quinton is sexy as fuck.
His hands grab my thighs, leaving marks and spreading me open for him. My pussy is on display, and my man looks like he’s starved. Glancing up, he keeps his eyes on me while his mouth finds my center. His tongue flicks out, hitting my clit, and I could come from that alone. My body is primed, and it’s not going to be long before I’m coming long and hard. As he sucks my clit into his mouth, my head snaps back, my eyes close.
Biting down on my clit, I gasp, finding him staring up at me.
“Eyes on me, or you don’t come. Say it,” he demands, a finger running up and down my slit.
Nodding my head up and down, I repeat his words. “Eyes on you. Make me come.”
“Good girl,” he responds, diving back down and lapping up my wetness.
