Page 59 of My Best Friend's Sister

T H I R T Y O N E

- Madeline -

My breath hitched as his fingertips traced the sensitive edges of my swollen bud, and my whole body tensed when he dropped his head between my legs. But as soon as his tongue licked my slit, I melted into the cushions, my entire body sighing. Surrendering.

He was gentle at first, his mouth exploring me intently like I was a puzzle he wanted to put together. But as soon as he started lapping at my liquid center, I knew I’d be in pieces by the time he was done with me. His tongue splashed against my molten seam until I was wetter than I’d ever been for anyone, and I watched the firm muscles in his back flex as he feasted on me with a concentrated enthusiasm that made me blush from head to toe.

My back arched when he hit a nerve and my knees bent reflexively, but Quinn grabbed my thighs and sank his fingertips into my soft flesh, his searing, possessive touch making me dizzy and thoughtless and…his.

I moaned his name and warned him that I was close, and a growl rumbled up his throat like an invitation. Moments later, I came like a flood, my leg muscles seizing against his grip in vain as he lapped at my orgasm, sending ripples of heat that shot up my spine and through my fingertips, which were sunk deep in the cushion beneath me.

When I collapsed like an exhausted trout, he backed up and looked at me, his lips glistening with my silk. I opened my mouth to say something, but words seemed inadequate, and he answered my speechlessness with a smile so devilishly handsome I might’ve fainted if I weren’t already horizontal.

He reached over to where his pants were pooled on the floor, pulled his wallet out, and produced a shiny foil packet, the sight of which made a hot bubble of anticipation swell inside me. Then he pulled his black boxers down, revealing a hard-on that made my mouth water and my pulsing pussy clench.

He rose onto his knees, and I watched the shadows between his abs darken with his shallow breaths. Once he had the condom poised against his swollen head, he lifted his face and watched me as he rolled it on, his jaw tightening as he took me in.

It was the longest we’d gone without talking all night, and the silence between us was thick and loaded. Yet words were unnecessary. His skilled mouth had already told me everything he wanted me to know, which was that he wanted this, maybe even needed it as bad as I did. And as he crawled over me and propped himself up on his elbows, his deep blue eyes started doing the talking.

I searched his gaze as he positioned himself at my entrance, and my lips fell apart when he pushed his way into my tight warmth, stretching me until my legs went numb. He filled me so thoroughly it tickled my tear ducts, and the weight of his attention made me feel like I was more than just dessert. Like in that moment, I was his world, and I imagined he could see stars in my eyes and sunshine streaming from every hair on my head.

It was more than chemistry, more than sex. It was fusion. Fantasy. Fate.

He dropped his head and kissed me hard, thrusting his hips as he let me taste myself on his lips and tongue. And the more his hips rocked, the more I felt like I was floating in a foamy sea of pleasure.

“Maddy,” he whispered like I was too good to be true. “You feel so fucking good.”

“So do you,” I said, relishing the way he felt sliding in and out of me, his dick driving deep again and again. I held one side of his face in my hand and dragged a leg up his back so he could bury himself even deeper. His cock forced the air from my lungs on his next thrust, but I was already so high the air was too thin to breathe anyway.

Suddenly, Quinn sat back, bringing me with him like I was weightless in his arms. He pulled me into his lap, leaned against the back of the couch and let my body sink to the base of his thick shaft. When our eyes met again, he reached up to push some hair out of my face and smiled like he was thinking something nice about me. Something sweet. Something that made me feel sexy and invincible. “What?” I asked, gripping his shoulders.

He answered me with another passionate kiss, his fingers tangling in the hair behind my neck before he tightened his grip and pulled gently, making me feel like he owned every hair on my head and every inch of my body. When he bucked his hips, he set mine into motion, and I moaned in his mouth as he fondled my breasts, pinching and tweaking my nipples so expertly my body gushed as it clenched around him.

He dropped his lips and sucked at the skin on my neck so hard it overwhelmed me, and I closed my eyes to cope with the sensory overload, but it was no use. The heat pooling in my center began to bubble, and he squeezed my thighs, encouraging the pace of my rocking hips. I leaned back to meet his gaze so he could see how blissfully lost in him I was.

“Come for me,” he said, studying every flicker of my expression as I crushed my clit between us over and over, grinding against him as my throbbing pussy milked his cock. My eyelids grew heavy and just before they fell shut, I curled forward, crying out as I came. A second later—before I’d even gasped for breath—Quinn bucked against my orgasm, burying himself inside me as he held my hips down with his large hands, groaning as he climaxed.

When he lifted his eyes to mine, his jaw was clenched and he was breathing hard, but his face relaxed when I smiled. “You came with me,” I said, still throbbing around him.

A goofy look of satisfaction spread across his face. “I did, yeah.”

“Cool.”

He smiled. “Very cool.”

I dragged my nails through his thick, black hair before dropping my hands to his panting chest. “I feel like we should’ve done this sooner.”

“No shit,” he said. “We’re never going out again.”

The corners of my mouth wilted.

“Out of the apartment, that is.”

I furrowed my brow, unable to make sense of his words with so little blood in my brain. “What?”

“We’ll stay in every night and do this instead.”

The tension in my chest dissipated as I realized he was making a joke and not rejecting me while I was still sitting on his dick.

“Or maybe not every night,” he said, bucking his hips. “I don’t want you getting spoiled.”

My heart swelled in my chest. “Too late.”

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