“You’re so what?” I ask, sitting back on my heels as my hands spread her legs wide. “Tell me, honey. I want to hear all those filthy words of yours.”
“I’m so wet. I’ve been a turned-on mess ever since I had you in my mouth yesterday."
“Did you get yourself off last night thinking of your mouth wrapped around my cock?”
“Yes.” She’s panting already, grinding on my thigh like she can’t help it, even fully clothed like she is.
Hell, I’m already so hard it hurts.
“Better take off all those clothes then, Quinnie,” I murmur, hands kneading her thighs. “Show me how you make yourself come when I’m not around to help you.”
Her breath hitches. She sits up and tears the tank top off, then slowly wiggles out of her shorts.
My eyes rake over her greedily—her perfect pink nipples, pert and tight, begging me to suck on them. The skin on her stomach is silky smooth, the subtle dip of her navel making me want to lick my way down to that adorable tattoo. I can barely contain myself as I take in her pussy—wet and pink—glistening with how much she wants this.
I want to dive between her thighs and never come up for air—drown in her taste—savor every fucking inch of her body. She’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever had the privilege of being in bed with.
And I don’t deserve her.
I know what she wants, though. And it’s not my tongue on her clit—despite the way it’s swollen and begging for my attention.
“Now you,” she rasps, pulling me out of my obsessive need to devour her.
My shirt hits the floor with a muffled thud. Her fingers find my tattoos, and she traces the ink with her fingertips as I thumb open the button on my jeans. I grip myself firmly, briefly easing the incessant ache as I stroke myself unhurriedly.
“Show me, honey.”
She opens her thighs wider and slides a finger inside herself, then adds a second without any preamble.
They’re shining with her arousal as she thrusts them slowly in and out, curling them towards her navel. Her other hand slides up to her breast, and she plays with her nipple.
Fuck.
Pre-cum leaks from my tip and I swipe it with my thumb, using it to coat my dick.
Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession, and she arches up to meet her hand.
“Beautiful. I could watch you like this all night.”
“Yeah?” she asks, smiling as she slows her pace, drawing out her pleasure."You like watching me like this?"
I nod. “Fuck, Quinn. I’d kill to get a taste of you right now.”
She smirks. “No need to get violent. All you need to do is ask.”
“Please?” I beg, totally unashamed.
She withdraws her fingers and offers me her fingertips, nearly dripping.
I suck them into my mouth, groaning at the taste before I can stop myself.
“Shhh,” she whispers, grinning. “You’re gonna wake the whole ranch.”
“Can’t help it,” I murmur around her fingers. “You taste unbelievable.”
I shift my hand, pulling on my balls to keep me from getting ahead of myself. Her fingers disappear into her center again and my eyes linger where they meet her soft, pink flesh.
I spit into my palm, and her eyes go hazy as she watches me wrap my hand around my cock, giving it a firm stroke.
