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I could do this forever. I’m never going to get tired of tasting this pretty little pussy.

When I start sucking on her clit, her body begins shaking. It convulses and her back arches, letting me know she’s about to cum.

I keep my mouth moving on her, licking and tasting every inch of her hot pussy. When I latch my lips back onto her clit and start sucking in a rhythmic motion, she unravels.

She squeezes her tits and cums hard, grinding her wet pussy against my mouth as the heat consumes her in a fiery orgasm. I hold onto her thighs and lick her through it, moaning at the delicious taste of her juices flooding all over my lips.

I’m not going to take her virginity right now. Not with my parents awake and wandering around the other side of the house, but I still want to claim her. I want to mark her, as barbaric and primal as it sounds.

I want her to know that her pussy ismine.

She’s still writhing on the bed, covering her mouth to hide her moans. I keep my eyes on her sexy body as I yank out my hard throbbing cock and wrap my hand around it.

It only takes a few strokes along my long hard shaft before I’m cumming into my palm.

“Oh, Quinn,” she moans as I rub my seed onto her pussy, spreading it over her folds and into her virgin opening.

She grabs my arms and pulls me onto her, kissing me as I cup her pussy, not ready to let it go just yet.

At least, I’ve marked it. It’s mine now.

And sometime this week, I’ll claim it properly.

And keep it. Forever.

My sister Willow arrives after dinner, but she’s not as happy to meet Jemma as my parents were. She’s a little cold to my girl.

“What’s with you?” I ask when I’m able to pull her into the dining room alone. “Can you be a bit more welcoming to Jemma?”

She’s always been a protective older sister. I still remember in high school when some older kids were making fun of me for coding all the time. She marched over, grabbed Thomas Moore’s hair in a steel grip, and yanked it, warning all of them that I was off-limits. They never teased me again.

I needed her to watch over me then, but I don’t need it anymore. I’m thirty-three and have already had more success than most people could achieve in a hundred lifetimes. I’ve started two multi-billion dollar businesses and been in charge of thousands of people. I can take care of myself.

“How long have you known this girl?” she asks, narrowing her eyes on me.

I swallow hard as I stare back at her. “Does that really matter?”

“Yes,” she says with a laugh. “Of course, it matters. You’re abillionaire, Quinn. You don’t think there’s an army of women trying to get their hooks into you?”

“Maybe, but Jemma isn’t one of them.”

She tilts her head as she gives me a look.

“Just trust me.”

“I do,” she says with a heavy breath. “It’s her I don’t trust.”

I sigh as I look at my sister who I haven’t seen in a year. Her hair is lighter and she’s very tanned. She always loved the sun and I’m sure she gets more than enough of it in Hawaii. She looks good. She looks happy. Besides her skepticism of the love of my life, it’s nice to see her.

“Just get to know her over the week,” I say as we head back into the living room with everyone else. “You’ll love her as much as I do.”

Willow doesn’t look so sure.

CHAPTER SIX

Jemma

“Try sprinkling a bit more flour on the counter so the dough doesn’t stick,” Quinn’s mom, Linda, says as I make a mess of the sugar cookie dough while trying to roll it out. Quinn is at their neighbors’ house with his dad repairing a fence, so I’m all alone with the girls making sugar cookies and listening to Christmas songs. I’m trying to make a good impression, but this damn sticky dough is not cooperating.

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