Page 103 of Dust to Dust

With a giggle, I continued sliding the ice along his skin. Since I wanted him to know there was nothing about his scars that turned me off, I slid the ice down the left side of his chest. The cube circled his left nipple until it was hard and erect. Then I moved on to the right one, slowly circling the nipple until it puckered.

Quinn continued raising his hips, rubbing his enormous erection against my stomach. I pushed myself away so he could no longer get the friction, causing him to groan in frustration. Working my way slowly down, I trailed the remaining cube over his stomach, causing his muscles to clench under my touch.

As I gazed up at him, his chest expanded in harsh pants. Bending over, my hair fell into his lap as I raked my nails up and down the tops of his thighs. I pressed tender kisses along the taut muscles of his abdomen. Then I blew air over the trail of moisture.

“Fuck, Isla.”

“Do you want me to take your cock in my mouth now?”

“I’ve wanted you to since the night we met.”

I continued raking my fingernails up and down his thighs. “Have you thought about it when you jerked off?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Did it make you come so hard to think of fucking my warm, wet mouth?”

His eyes widened. “I’m going to blow my load just from hearing that come from your lips.”

I took his cock into my hand, causing him to hiss. “Do you like your good girl to say such dirty things?”

“I sure as hell do.”

“I can be your good, dirty girl,” I cooed as I jerked my hand up his shaft. My research had also included things to say that I never thought I possibly could. Somehow with Quinn they flowed from my lips.

“I know you can.”

“Open your mouth. Give me your tongue.”

Quinn thrust out his tongue, and I sucked it into my mouth just like I would his cock. He groaned into my mouth, which caused wetness to pool between my thighs.

After bobbing on his tongue, I pulled away to murmur against his lips, “Is this what you want me to do to you? Down here.” I wrapped my fingers tighter around his shaft.

“Fuck yes.”

Since all the ice had already melted, I put another cube into my mouth as I worked my hand over his erection. Once I swallowed the ice, I flattened my tongue against him, sliding from base to shaft.

Quinn shuddered and muttered something in Irish. Circling his cock, I continued licking him like a popsicle, while only letting my tongue give a teasing flick across the tip. Quinn’s hips jerked up, trying to wedge himself into my mouth.

After grabbing another piece of ice from the glass, I started licking and nibbling an icy, moist trail up the inside of one of his thighs while my hand rubbed a cube along the other. When I looked up at him again, Quinn’s jaw was clenched, and I could see the frustrated lust burning in his eyes.

I took pity on him by sliding only the tip of his cock in my mouth and suctioning it hard. Quinn cried out, his eyes rolling back. Letting him fall free from my mouth, I then blew across the sensitive head glistening with my saliva.

“Please, Isla, you’re killing me. Don’t stop sucking me off. Please.”

Just like Quinn said about me, my undoing came with hearing that word on his lips. With my hand, I stroked him hard and fast for a few minutes before bringing him back to my mouth. As I bobbed up and down at a frenzied pace, his groans and curses echoed through the room.

A sheen of sweat had broken out along his bare chest. “So good…oh Little Dove, I love your mouth.”

Changing up the position, I brought my fingers to his base. Twisting my hand back and forth like I was opening a bottle, I alternated between tonguing and hard suctioning the very tip. The saliva that fell from my lips, slid down his length, allowing my fingers to give him an even smoother swirl off my hand, as I pumped up and down.

As I pulled away, I said, “Doing this to you…it’s making me so fucking wet.”

Quinn’s blue eyes gleamed with lust. “Show me.”

After sucking him back into my mouth, I slid my hand between my legs. I thrust my fingers inside myself, causing me to moan. Reluctantly, I pulled them out and held up the arousal-coated fingers to him.

“Give me a taste.”

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