“Yes, sir?”
His head snaps up, his eyes instantly on me, a hungry desire in them.
“You said we can’t do this.”
I run my fingers through my slit and let out a soft whine. It has the intended effect when his gaze drops to my pussy, his mouth parting at the sight. “I’m just so horny I feel like I could die, and this vibrator isn’t cutting it. I need help. Human help.”
“The vibrator should be fine.”
“If you can’t help me, I’m sure I could find someone who would…” I trail off, taunting him, and it works.
Quentin storms into the shower, clothes and all. He grips my chin, forcing me to look in his eyes as he says, “You needmyhelp, no one else’s. Say it.”
Seeing him take charge might be the second hottest thing I’ve witnessed today.
“I need your help,” I practically pant, sounding pathetic and for once, I don’t even care.
“That’s right,” he grits. “I’m going to eat this pretty little pussy and then we’re going to act like this didn’t happen, okay?”
“Exactly what I wanted.”
Quentin drops to his knees, his eyes drifting down from my face to my breasts, to my stomach, and finally to my pussy.
His attention makes me squirm, needy for him to touch me and make me get rid of this ache that’s consuming me.
“Feet up on the bench and spread,” he instructs, and I do as I’m told, lifting my feet onto the bench, exposing myself fully to him.
Quentin leans forward, running his nose up and down my slit, making me gasp at the sensation of his breath on me.
“Goddammit, I’ve missed this pussy,” he groans before placing a wet kiss on my mound.
“It’s missed you.”
All I get for a response is a grunt right before he licks my slit in one long lick. My back bows, and he grips my hips to keep me steady.
His tongue meets my clit, flicking it rapidly, making my entire body feel like it’s on fire. Quentin eats me sensually, his mouth and tongue working my pussy like a song only he knows the words to, because no one has ever had me this turned on.
“You’re doing so well,” I praise him as I run my fingers through his hair.
He lifts his head, his beard dripping with my arousal, and the sight nearly puts me over the edge.
“Mmm, this cunt tastes so fucking sweet,” he says appreciatively, his eyes glazed with desire as he presses a kiss to my mound. He works his way down my slit until his tongue is back where I want it.
I then grip his wet strands as he sucks onto my clit, my moans echoing off the subway tile walls because I feel like I could combust on the spot.
A deeper, guttural moan follows mine, followed by a series of whimpers. Quentin’s eyes are closed as he devours me, fully enjoying this as much as me.
I’ve never had a man whimper while eating my pussy, and I’ve got to say it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced.
It’s what brings me up to the peak and crashes over it as my orgasm finally hits. A scream erupts from my throat as my legs shake and I try to grip onto the bench for dear life because he doesn’t stop as my orgasm courses through me.
I yell his name and a series of curse words until my body finally relaxes, making it by far the longest orgasm I’ve ever had.
Once I feel him pull away, I open my eyes to see what he’s doing. I watch as he stands, running a hand through his hair as he says, “I, uh, should get going.”
“Hey, what’s wrong?” I ask, hoping this didn’t push him too far.
“Nothing. But I came in my pants, so I need to go shower,” he explains, no shame at all that he came in his pants from eating my pussy.
