My knees buckle as I moan softly, and he spins me around, my ass against his cock. I grind against him, but he pulls away.
I whimper in frustration, and he chuckles. “Soon,chérie. Right now, you’re going to bend over, hands on the edge of the bed as I eat that sweet pussy.”
You don’t have to tell me twice. I comply, bending over so that my arms are resting on the bed, with my ass in the air.
His thigh nudges between my legs, spreading them farther apart so that my pussy is exposed, a shiver rolling through my body at the feeling.
Turning my head over my shoulder, I watch as Quentin falls to his knees, his tongue tracing the seam of his lips as he gazes hungrily at my pussy.
The sight nearly does me in, so I turn back around just as his tongue makes contact with my slit. He licks me in one long lick, then goes back and forth, his hands squeezing either side of my ass.
“Your taste is delectable,chérie,” he says just before he wraps his lips around my clit, making my eyes roll.
“Fuck,” I scream from the sensation. Quentin increases his efforts, moving from sucking on my clit to flicking it rapidly, to running his tongue over it in circles.
I turn my head, and I moan at the sight before me. Quentin on his knees, mouth glued to my pussy, with my juices running down his chin.
My legs shake, and Quentin removes his hand on my ass and shoves two fingers inside of me as his mouth sucks on my clit once more.
It sets me off, my orgasm pulling me under as I let go in a mess of moans and screams as my entire body shakes. Quentin holds on to my legs, keeping me upright as he continues to flick my clit through the high.
Once my breathing evens out, he pulls away and spins me around to face him. His tongue enters my mouth, giving me a taste of myself, and I groan, trying to get more of it from his mouth.
“You like the taste of your pussy?”
“Mhm,” I moan, my chest heaving from the intensity of our kiss.
“I like the way you taste too,chérie. Now it’s time to see how it looks dripping with my cum.”
Fuck. Who is this guy? I’m never going to get over this man now that I’ve seenthisside of him.
“Lie on the bed,” he instructs, and I do, eagerly waiting to see what he’s going to do. He lies on the bed behind me.
I turn my head, his lips finding mine instantly as he kneads my breast with his hand. His fingers pull on my nipple and I squeal.
“Too sensitive right now,” I tell him.
“Sorry,mon coeur. You tell me if anything hurts, okay?” His voice is soft, more like the Quentin I’m used to.
“I will.”
“Let’s see how flexible you are,” he says curiously as he taps my right leg. “Can you lift this leg up and around my shoulder?”
I side-eye him. Of course I can do that. I lift that leg up and back, then extend it backward until it rests on his shoulder. It opens me up completely, and I know he’s going to feel so full this way.
Quentin grips the base of his cock, running it up and down my soaking slit, making me inhale sharply. He doesn’t stop, continuing to run his cock back and forth, working me up to the point that I’m squirming on the bed.
“Please,” I beg.
He complies, sliding the head of his cock inside me, making me sigh in relief.
“Breathe,” he whispers against my ear before kissing my neck. “Let me fill you.”
I lose myself in the feel of his hot mouth on my neck, relaxing into his touch, allowing him to slowly work himself inside of me.
“Q,” I moan. “I need more.”
“You’ll take what I give you.”
