“You like it filthy, don’t you, dirty girl?”
She exhales a loud breath as she nods.
“That’s right.” My fingers dig into her thighs as I watch her circle her clit while her fingers are buried in her drenched pussy. “Say it.”
Her eyes meet mine, completely unabashed. “I love being filthy with you.”
Quinn has always been pristine. And the fact that I get to see this version of her—raw and uninhibited—is enough to make me want to come right here and now.
“Hell yeah, you do. Now play with your clit while your fingers work that perfect cunt. I want to see you come.”
Her laugh is breathless, but she does what I say, heels digging into the mattress, legs spread, while I watch her deft fingers move in tight circles.
I’m hard as stone in my hand, my pulse thrumming through my veins. My fingers tighten and move in time with hers as her skin flushes.
It takes everything in me not to beg for her to let me fuck her.
I was nervous before, but seeing her like this? I’m aching to be inside her. I want to do more than just watch her as I jerk myself off, because damn… I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my entire life.
Blond hair spills over her pillow, and her eyes find mine, glazed and heated from the pleasure she’s giving herself. Her breasts rise with every breath, nipples still glistening from my touch. I want to take every single piece of her and devour it. Cherish it. Own it.
But right now, I’ll settle for watching her fall apart.
The bed creaks beneath me as I thrust faster into my fist. Her breathy moans and the slick sound of her fingers working between her thighs nearly undo me.
“Give it to me,” she says. “I want you all over.”
My eyes widen at that admission. “You want my cum?”
“Yes.” She watches me stroke myself, curiosity and desire settling in her gaze.
“I’m gonna make such a fucking mess of you.”
“Fuck yes. Please.”
Those words have me unraveling.
Everything in me tenses, and I spasm, spilling all over her thighs, her stomach, her chest. My cum is everywhere. And she is such a fucking beautiful mess. Such a contrast from her usual, carefully put-together image.
Her fingers move frantically over her clit. Once I have my bearings, I slide my hand through my mess, painting her nipple with it. She explodes beneath me, biting her lip to keep from crying out, hips rolling into her hand. Her skin covered in a light sheen of sweat.
This is Quinn Dawson at her most real, and, Christ, I love it even more than I thought I would. I will never have enough. I’ll only ever want more of her.I’ll never want to quit Quinn.
But I know eventually I’ll have to. Because she deserves more than what I can give her here in this small town. She was always made for bigger and better things. She had big dreams and the brains to make it all happen. And I’ll never stand in the way of her doing everything she was meant to do. Because she is fucking everything. And she deserves nothing but the best.
A Lifetime of Fantasies
Quinn
Ilie in my bed, panting, slick with Tripp’s release and wrapped in a haze that can only be described as euphoric. I’ve never felt sexier or more empowered than I feel when I'm with him.
The difference between Tripp and my ex still astonishes me. On paper, Beau checked every box, but in reality, he’d only ever made me feel small and self-conscious.
Tripp is the opposite. He’s the most attentive man I’ve ever met. With him, I feel seen and desired. He's breathed new life into me—given me a new confidence. And we haven’t even had sex yet. But when we do, I know one thing for certain—he won’t disappoint me.
The bed lets out a long creak as Tripp slides off and pulls up his jeans. I sigh as I glance at the glistening mess painting my chest, stomach, and thighs. “I need a shower.”
His gaze turns heated as he takes me in. “Stay like this a while longer.”
