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Unbuttoning my pants, I push them down my thighs and ask, “And where do you need it?”

“In my pussy,” she exhales as I climb over her and press the thick head of my tip to her slick entrance.

“Tell me again,” I demand, denying us both the pleasure of pressing inside of her.

“I need your cock in my pussy,Sir.”

After resting my lips against hers, I inch my cock into her until I’m buried to the hilt.Fuck! She feels better than I remember.A smile tugs at my lips as I groan, “Such a naughty fucking mouth on such a good girl.”

Claiming her mouth, I draw back my hips and slide back into her. I want to take my time. I want to go slowly and savor this moment, but I find my hips thrusting harder and faster as though they have a mind of their own. Relentlessly, I drive into her quivering cunt; grunts and moans fill the room as she comes again. She clenches around me, causing me to come, and a guttural moan billows from my lungs. “Fuuuuck!”

With my cockspasming,I ride out my release and pump into her until she’s milked every drop of cum from me. “Fuck,” I blurt in abrief momentof clarity.I wasn’t preparedfor this; there haven’t been condoms in this house in years. I meant to pull out, but I couldn’t have stopped if my life depended on it. “I shouldn’t have come in you.”

“It’s okay,” Quinn softly comforts me with a chuckle as Ibegin to undothe sash. “I’m not anineteen-year-oldvirgin anymore, Declan. I’m athirty-four-year-oldwoman; I have birth control handled.”

“You shouldn’t have told me that.” I hesitate to undo the belt around her wrists as I wrap her legs around my waist. “Now Iwant to keep you tied up and fuck your tight little cunt until you’re full of my cum.”

Quinn’s legs tighten around my waist, silently letting me know she wants more and pulling my already hardening cock against her.

She always was fucking insatiable.

Getting reacquainted with each other, we spend the rest of the day and the entire night in her bed. We fuck mercilessly—like we’re making up for years inthe span ofa few hours. When I’m not buried inside of her, she’s nuzzled against me with my arms wrapped around her, talking about everything and nothing until the moment our exhaustion overtakes us both.

“Walking away… The way I’ve fucking treated you since you moved in, trying to make you hate me because I knew I didn’t have the strength to keep us apart.” Quinn’s face rests on my chest as I talk and leisurely dust my fingers over the curvature of her spine. “I was a fucking idiot,mochéadsearc.”

Quinn lifts her head and props herself onto her forearms across my chest. Cocking her head to the side, she quips, “Maybe don’t be a fucking idiot anymore,Sir.”

For the first time in longer than I can remember, I let out adeep,hearty laugh as I cup her bratty little face. Pulling her down to me, I press my lips to hers so I can claim her mouth again.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

QUINN

Straddling Declan’swaist,with his arms wrapped tightly around me, he kisses my lips and grinds his hips against me. I whimper into his mouth as my stomach angrily growls with hunger.

“I guess we can’t stay in this bed forever,” Declan speaks through our kiss as he rolls me onto my back. “I’ll go and start some breakfast.”

After finding his boxer briefs on the floor, Declan disappears down the hall. Dishes clatter in the kitchen as I slide from bed and throw on his discarded T-shirt. I find him whisking a bowl of eggs beside the stove when I enter the kitchen, immediately catching his eyes.

“You look good in my clothes,” he confesses, putting the bowl of beaten eggs on the counter. Gripping my waist, he hoists me onto thecounter,and I gasp when the cool marble hits my bare ass and thighs. He lightly grips the shirt and gives it a little tug. “But you’d look better out of it.”

“Dec, I need to eat.”

“So do I,” he growls, parting my knees and kissing up my thighs. I’m about to protest again when his tongue licks over my clit. As he fervently licks over my sensitive nub, he slides a hand under my shirt. He gives a slight twist of my nipple before palming my breast and gently pushing me onto my back. With the cold countertop on my back and my thighs resting on his shoulders, I grind against his tongue as he quickly brings me to the edge.

“Yes… Right there… You’re going…to make me come,” I pant, lacing my fingers into his hair and moving him to exactly where I need him. Electricity shoots through me. I come hard and breathlessly scream, “Oh fuck!”

“Oh, fuck!” Layla’s startled voice echoes my cry, and I snap my eyes open to find her standing with her hands clamped over Fiona’s eyes. I shove Declan from between my thighs and scrabble at the T-shirt to pull it back over my body.

“What’s with all the screaming?” Jorge walks into the room with a bag of groceries as Declan wipes me from his face with the back of his hand. “Oh, fuck.”

“We don’t say that!” Fiona asserts from beneath the blindfold of Layla’s hands.

I want to die now.

“I’m glad to see the two of you are feeling better,” Layla chirps as shebegins to usherFiona out of the room.

Jorge snickers as he follows them. “Sometimes you just need a littleVitaminD.”

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