Page 70 of Four More The Merrier

Quinn looks up at me, her eyes blazing with determination. "Then I suppose you better put your bid in," she challenges, slipping out of her jeans with an ease that makes me ache to touch her more.

"You're not making this any easier," I growl, lifting her off the ground. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I can feel the heat of her through our remaining clothes.

"Wasn't planning on it," she shoots back, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as if she's afraid I'll disappear.

My hands roam over her body, finding every curve and dip as if I'm memorizing a map. "Goddamn it, Quinn," I murmur against her lips. "Why do you have to be so...you?"

She pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes. "Because 'me' might be just what you need," she says simply.

I can't argue with that. Not when she's here in my arms, fitting so perfectly against me.

I slide my hands up Quinn's back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. Her bra clasps give way under my practiced touch, and I peel it off her, exposing her breasts. I take a moment to appreciate the sight, then lean in to kiss each one, savoring the softness of her skin.

"You're staring," she teases, but there's a hitch in her breath that tells me she likes it.

"Can't help it," I murmured against her breast, my lips grazing her nipple. "You're so damn beautiful."

She arches into me, a small moan escaping her lips as I suck gently on one nipple, then the other. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as if she needs me as much as I need her.

"Jarron," she whispers, and the sound of my name on her lips sends a shiver down my spine.

I move lower, kissing a trail down her stomach, feeling the tension in her muscles as I go. My hands find the waistband of her underwear and I hook my fingers under it, pulling them down slowly. She lifts her hips to help me, and soon they're discarded on the floor with the rest of our clothes.

"You're taking your time," she says, a playful edge to her voice.

I look up at her from between her thighs, a grin spreading across my face. "Good things come to those who wait."

Before she can respond, I lower my head and press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. She gasps, and I feel a rush of satisfaction at knowing I'm the one making her feel this way. My tongue traces a path up to where she's wet and ready for me.

"Oh God," she breathes out as I finally reach my destination. My tongue flicks over her clit gently at first, testing the waters before diving in deeper.

Her hands grip the sheets beside us, knuckles white with tension. "Jarron..."

I respond by increasing my pace, my tongue working in tandem with my fingers as they slip inside her. She's tight and hot around me, and I can feel every twitch and clench as she gets closer to the edge.

She bucks against me, her breathing ragged. "Don't stop," she begs, and there's no way in hell I'm going to.

Her moans grow louder, filling the room with sounds that drive me wild.

“Jarron, I’m about to come,” Quinn breathes out, her voice trembling with the intensity of the moment.

I stop abruptly, lifting my head to meet her wide, questioning eyes. “Not yet,” I tell her, my voice a low growl. “The only way you’re going to come is on my dick.”

I push myself up, the loss of her warmth almost painful as I yank off my boxers and grab a condom from the nightstand. She watches me with a mixture of frustration and anticipation, her chest heaving.

“You’re killing me here,” she mutters, but there’s a spark in her eyes that tells me she’s just as eager for what’s coming next.

“Patience Dupree,” I reply with a smirk, rolling the condom on with practiced ease.

“Yeah? Well, hurry up,” she snaps back, but there’s no heat in her words—only need.

I position myself between her legs, guiding myself to her entrance. She’s so wet, so ready for me that it takes all my self-control not to just slam into her. Instead, I take it slow at first, savoring the feel of her tightness as I push inside.

“Oh my God,” she moans, her hands clutching at my shoulders. “Jarron…”

I can’t hold back any longer. I withdraw, then with one swift thrust, I bury myself fully inside her. The sound she makes is pure ecstasy and it drives me wild.

I start moving then, each thrust harder and faster than the last. She meets me thrust for thrust, matching my intensity with a fervor that leaves us both gasping for breath.

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