Goddamn. This woman is my kryptonite.
It’s the first time I’ve ever done this with her. The first time I’m getting to taste her. And already she tastes like she’s mine—like this part of her belongs just to me.
I’m nothing but a weak mess of a man—ready to come from thesight, thetaste, thesoundof her. I don’t even need her to touch me.
I don’t deserve to be with someone so perfect, but she’s begging me to earn it. And I’ve never been more eager to prove myself.
“Mm, you’re so fucking wet,” I murmur between her thighs. “You taste so sweet, honey. I’m gonna want to eat you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
She groans at my words, and I flick my tongue over her clit. She jerks in my arms, fingers tunnelling through my hair so she can hold meright there.
I don’t think I’ve ever made the sound that tears from my throat. It’s frenzied and raw. A growl, a moan, a whimper. I don’t even care.
“That’s it, Quinnie. Ride my face.”
I dive into her pussy like a starving man going for the full buffet. Her hips roll with every stroke of my tongue, her body unashamed and demanding.
The way she’s moving against me, holding me in place while she takes her pleasure from me? It’s obscene. And so fucking hot.
I latch onto her clit, skate a hand up to her chest, and roll her nipple between my fingers.
She cries out, wetness coating my face as her hips stutter. “Yes, Tripp. I’m—I’m... fuck. I’m coming.”
And she does—thighs clenching around my head, making it impossible to breathe.
But being smothered by Quinn Dawson’s pussy would be one hell of a way to go, so I hold on to her hips and let her ride out her orgasm on my tongue, until she goes boneless.
I slide her knees off the armrests and reach for my jeans, yanking them open and finally pulling my cock free.
I spit into my palm, and her breath catches at the sound, eyes locked on me as I wrap a firm hand around my dick.
“Fuck, honey,” I sigh, stroking slowly. “Look at you. Hair all messy, skin all wet, covered in my spit and your come… I’m gonna make such a beautiful mess of you.”
She leans forward and kisses me—open-mouthed and ravenous with desire. I moan into her mouth as my fist works my cock.
Her hips roll instinctively, like she’s chasing more, aching for another release already.
Pre-cum leaks freely and I smear it over her, coating her slit, cock sliding through her slick center, circling her bundle of nerves. She gasps and leans back, watching in fascination as I do it again.
The crude, wet sound of me fucking my fist fills the room.
“Fuck. Tripp. That’s so hot. I want you to come.”
Shit. I’m right there. I don’t think I can hold back another second. Not with her looking at me like that. Watching me, like the sight of me jerking off against her pussy, is the sexiest thing she’s ever seen.
“Where do you want it, honey?”
She exhales a soft laugh. “Everywhere.”
One stroke. Two. And then I’m coming. Hard.
Thick ropes of cum spill across her skin. Her pussy. Her stomach. Her tits.
“Oh God, yes,” she breathes, like that’s exactly what she wanted.
I smirk. My girl definitely likes it messy.
I slide a finger through my mess and bring it to her clit. Her hips twitch, and she gasps. My other hand finds the release coating her chest, and I rub it into her skin, swiping it over her nipple.
