His eyes trail over my face, my lips parting to say words but nothing comes out.
“So no, Teagan. This isn’t because of some moral obligation because of our baby. It’s because since day one, you haven’t left my thoughts, and now that I know you? You’re my favorite part of every day. And I think you feel that way too. It’s why your feelings were hurt and you wanted to run, isn’t it?”
No words are exchanged as we gaze into one another’s eyes. His so vulnerable and soft, while I’m sure mine are the same. Because I’m tired of fighting this pull to him.
“But what if—”
“We can’t live by what-ifs,mon coeur. We will deal with whatever happens, when it does. And if it goes south, which I really don’t think will happen, we will make it work. I know that for certain because our love for this little girl is going to be more important than a falling-out between us,” he says, every word unravelling the guards I’ve put up around myself.
“Stop talking and kiss me,” I demand, desperate to have his hands and lips on me, unrestrained this time.
“There’s no going back,” he warns me as he cranes his neck, his nose nudging against mine. “Once we do this, you’re mine.”
“Show me what it would be like to be yours,” I rasp, brushing my lips against his.
And then he snaps.
His lips crash down onto mine, this kiss so different than any that we’ve shared. It’s a promise mixed with passion and need, our lips showing each other exactly what we’ve been holding back.
Both of his hands cup my face as he pours everything into this kiss, his lips moving over mine with precision yet untamed desire.
When I whimper into his mouth, he leans down and picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist despite my belly protruding between us.
He begins walking and I break the kiss, asking, “Where are we going?”
“Our bed,” he huffs, not explaining further because I know what he’s saying with that. From now on, his room is going to beourroom.
Quentin drops me onto his bed, carefully of course, and God, I can’t wait till I’m no longer pregnant so he can toss me around.
He strips his clothes, and my eyes trail over his toned and built body with rapt attention.
“See something you like?” he drawls as he climbs over me.
“Everything.” I swallow, more meaning to my words than I’d like.
Quentin stares at me from above, his fingers grazing my cheek as he says, “Listen, pretty girl. I’ve been a gentleman. I’ve restrained myself. But tonight I want to have my way with you. That sound okay?”
“Please,” I croak, my voice going raw with need for him to use me and do whatever he’d like.
He pulls back and stands, reaching out to grab my hands, and pulls me up to stand in front of him.
Quentin lifts the hem of my sweater, up and over my head, then discards my dark blue bralette. Without saying a word, he rolls down my leggings, followed by my panties, leaving me bare before him. Somehow the lack of words makes it hotter because I’m waiting with anticipation for what’s to come next.
“On your knees,” he commands, making my insides pool with heat as I drop to my knees. He runs his fingers through my hair, his touch reverent as he says, “You’re going to suck my cock for being such a brat, got it?”
“Yes, sir,” I hum appreciatively before spitting on his cock. I wrap my hand around his shaft, spreading the wetness as he throws his head back from pleasure.
I run my tongue on the underside of his cock, giving the tip a flick when I reach it, making his thighs tighten. Teasing him is fun, but I can’t hold back anymore, so I wrap my lips around the head, sucking and twirling my tongue before releasing it and sliding my mouth down his length.
A choking sound emerges from the back of his throat, making him groan.
“Keep choking on my cock, that’s it,” he praises, and I do it again, bringing my mouth as far as I can down his cock and choking once more.
I do it over and over again, feeling him become even harder, and just when I think he’s going to come, he pulls out of my mouth.
Confused, I pout at him because I wanted the satisfaction of making him come with my mouth.
He pulls me to my feet and kisses me roughly, then pulls back and says, “I’m not coming in your mouth. My cum belongs right here.” He cups my pussy and rubs his fingers along it.
