“What the fuckkkk Quentin!” I screamed as I shook through an orgasm and came all over his fingers and his face.
I saw the stars, constellations, the Big Dipper, Pluto, and a UFO. I was shaking like a leaf in the fall, and my chest heaved as I struggled to hold myself up and not face-plant on the island. Turning to face him, I saw that he had completely stepped out of his pants and was stroking his dick. I reached out and grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled him toward me.
Lying on my stomach, I took him into my mouth. The grunt that he let out felt like it vibrated through his body and mine. Slowly, he slid in and out of my mouth.
“Keep your eyes up, Breeze,” He demanded as his hips snapped slowly but deliberately.
I did as I was told, and the low, hazy, lustful look in his eyes made me bring out my best work. I tried to take as much of him as I could.
He sucked in a sharp breath; I knew the moment when the flip had switched. The hold on my hair got tighter, his eyes got darker, and the snap of his hips faster.
“Nah, don’t stop, ma. Take all that shit,” I could tell that he was nearing his release, so I let him fuck my throat.
“You gone swallow this nut for me, B?” He groaned.
“Mmhmm,” I answered as best I could.
His strokes became wilder and more uncontrolled. Then he gripped the bottom of my chin; it was firm and almost took me by surprise.
“Don’t waste my shit, B. Fuckkk!” I could feel him releasing in my mouth. It was a lot, but just as he said, I didn’t waste a drop.
I swallowed, licked my lips, and sat up on the end of the counter.
“Good girl,” he said and placed a kiss on my lips. He took his shirt off, threw it beside me, then stood between my legs and slid me off and against his body.
He walked toward the stairs with me holding on to him, legs wrapped around his waist. He carried me effortlessly like my 5’8”, 180 pounds was lightweight, and I loved that.
He turned the knob on the master bedroom and walked over to the bed and climbed right into it with me still holding on to him. I was on my back, in the missionary position, as he entered me.
I lightly scratched his back. It almost felt like he was stretching me. I felt full in the best way possible.
“Damn, Breeze,” he grunted as he bit my shoulder once he was inside of me. Q was fucking me slow and deep. The feel of himtrailing kisses over my body, licking and biting my neck, was probably making me wetter than him being buried deep inside of me.
He threw my leg across his shoulder and grabbed my neck. I met his strokes from beneath him.
“I love that shit, B. Fuck me back, baby.” He coached.
We were in that position for about three minutes, and he abruptly stopped. I know he wasn’t ready to cum.
“Turn over,” he said, slapped my ass, then licked the place that stung. I followed his instructions.
“Lie on your stomach.”
Q was laid back and quiet otherwise, but when it came to sex, that was a different story. It was like once the door closed, he was a completely different person.
I lay flat, and he entered me again.
“Shit,” I moaned.
Quentin was fucking me senseless. And he was never rough. His dick was so big that he didn’t have to be. He had gone from on his knees to having his feet planted in the mattress, holding me midair by my waist, giving me every inch he walked into the room with.
My mind was blown.
“Why you keep running from this dick?” He gritted. “You can’t take my dick, B?”
“No…” I whined.
He chuckled and let me go. Then trailed kisses down my spine as he leaned over me.
