Page 86 of Temptation

“You better not give it up.” She shivered as his fingers brushed across her sides. “I want you too.” Tenn pulled her shirt over her head, undid her bra and pulled it off, pausing to take in her breasts. He wasn't really a breast guy, more of an ass, hips and thigh guy, but hers appealed to him. He ran his hands over them, cupping them as he brushed his thumb over her pointed nipples.

“Fucking amazing.” He whispered, more to himself than to her. He bent and sucked a nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, releasing it and repeating the treatment with the other nipple. Wanting her in a better, more comfortable position, he put an arm around her shoulders and one around the back of her knees, smoothly lifting her into his arms. She let out a soft shriek of surprise and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

“Tenn!”

He looked at her and smiled at the look of mild fear on her face as he laid her in the middle of the bed, leaning over her. “What?”

“You just picked me up!” Her green eyes were wide with shock and wonder.

Tenn chuckled, not understanding her concern at all. He could deadlift twice her weight without thinking about it. “Yeah, and?”

“Like I weigh nothing!” Her cheeks flushed, and she looked away from him. “Don't do that!”

Tenn tilted his head at her, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Why not?”

“I don't want you to hurt yourself. It's not necessary.” She couldn’t seem to meet his eyes, and her voice was soft.

“Quinn, look at me.” He gently gripped her chin and turned her head so she was looking at him. “I could pick you up, throw you over my shoulder and run up the stairs without breaking a sweat. You could gain another fifty or sixty pounds, and I'd still be able to lift you without any strain. If you really want me never to do it again, I won't, but unless I do something, like lift you wrong or twist the wrong way, there's no way I'll hurt myself by lifting you.” He leaned down and kissed her. “You're perfect. I love everything about your body.” He smiled at her, eyes light and teasing. “Besides, carrying you makes me feel incredibly manly, so please don't tell me to stop.”

Quinn burst into giggles. “Far be it from me to make you feel less manly.” She ran her hands up his arms, tracing his biceps. “It was nice to feel small and delicate.”

“That's my girl.” Tenn raised an eyebrow. “And you are small and delicate. Can I continue now?” She nodded, relaxing back on the mattress. He undid the button and zipper of her capris, then gripped the waist, gently pulling so she lifted her hips for him. When they were off, he sucked in a breath as he looked her over. She was a Renaissance painting brought to life. “God, Quinn, you're so beautiful.” His hands seemed to have minds of their own because they were running over her, wanting to touch everywhere. “Fuck, you drive me wild.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her stomach, slowly trailing kisses down until he reached the top of her pussy. “I want you to moan for me.” He swiped his tongue up her slit, making her jump and hiss in a sharp breath. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.” He began to lick and suck, loving her taste, moans, and whimpers. When he had her squirming against his mouth and her legs trembling, he pushed a finger inside her, and she pushed down hard, moaning his name. Tenn matched his fingers and tongue as her walls tightened around his finger. He added a second finger and curved them inside her until she cried out. He worked her through her orgasm until she was in a twitching puddle.

He stood up and stripped off his clothes. “Are you okay, Gorgeous?” He leaned down over her, pumping his cock in his hand slowly.

“Yeah, very okay.” She nodded, smiling up at him as she reached to replace his hand with hers, but he moved out of her reach, grinning when she pouted.

“I want you on your hands and knees.” Quinn quickly rolled over and pushed herself up. He knelt behind her, dragging his hands over her sides, down her back and across her ass. “Perfect.” He lined himself up and pushed inside her. “Oh, fuck Baby. You were made for me.” Her wet heat made him groan loudly. “Fuck, you take me so well, Gorgeous.” He began to move slowly in and out of her, savouring her, the feeling of her all around him. “My dream girl. Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Tenn!” she moaned. “Faster please.”

“Whatever you need, Beautiful.” He leaned over her, wrapping his arm around her waist and finding her clit as he picked up speed. “Cum for me, Flacara. I want you to cum all over me. You're so good to me, my gorgeous girl.” He groaned. “So wet and tight and mine.” He felt her pussy tighten on his cock and closed his eyes. He could spend the rest of his life inside her, and it wouldn't be enough.

“Oh god, Tenn!” she moaned. “You feel so fucking good. Don't stop.”

“Cum for me, Beautiful, cum on my cock. You're such a good girl.” He panted. “I'm going to cum soon. You feel so good.” Her body tensed up, and she screamed his name as she shattered under him. He groaned as he pushed in deep and allowed himself to let go, hips jerking as he spurted inside her. After a minute, he pulled out and dropped to her side as she slowly sank down. “Come here.” He reached for her and pulled her against his chest.

“It's gonna be a long week.” She sighed.

“Yep.”

Chapter Forty-Five: The Wayward Spouses Return

They spent the remaining few hours together, cuddling in bed, discussing the plan for the party on Friday. “Like I said, we're going to have to assume they've broken up.” Quinn sighed. “I'm not sure what to expect when he gets home.”

“I'm very curious about the story he's going to tell,” Tenn admitted. “Viki will most likely take this week off to spend with her mom, so I’m not worried about her. Frannie will make sure she’s taken care of.”

“It was very considerate of you to call and have her come to help Viki out.” Quinn smiled mischievously. “I was impressed.”

Tenn snorted. “Being considerate had nothing to do with it. I was protecting myself, my things, and my sanity. Her mother is the only person she listens to.”

“Regardless. On the surface, it looks like a nice guy move.” Quinn ran her fingers across his chest, and he shivered, catching her hand and kissing each fingertip.

“That's good. I want her to think I'm trying to be nice. We have to get her to the party. Do you think Joel will say she's not allowed to come?”

“No. He'd have to admit something or say she got him drunk and raped him, which he knows would mean I'd want him to file a police report. He'll stick with his brother and parents.” She smiled and gently tapped his mouth, then kissed him. “Will she try to ruin things by telling you or coming clean to me?”

“No, with her mom here, she'll calm down and behave. Honestly, she'll be so happy to see her; she probably won't even think about Joel all week.”

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