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Quentin whispered a curse, and Phoebe turned to the side and arched her back. Her hair bounced and teased her shoulders as she moved, and when she turned to glance back over them, Quentin had abandoned his spot and stalked across the room to stand beside her. Pivoting swiftly on her heels, Phoebe reached to unbutton his coat when Quentin sank his mouth into hers.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, peeling his coat of his shoulders to get closer to his chocolate skin.

His hands reached to grip a handful of her ass, and she yelped in his mouth. A devilish smile spread across his handsome face, and a wildlife mating call trekked from his throat. The sound was so wildly untamed that it knocked through Phoebe’s being and tightened her areolas. The grasp Quentin held her with brought Phoebe slightly off her feet and her crotch slid against ridges of his protruding shaft.

“Oooh my…” Phoebe said.

“Mmhmm,” he growled. “You think you want the beast in me, but you’re not ready…” his thick voice grooved.

The insinuation aroused Phoebe even further but also gave her a defiant stance as she felt challenged to take on whatever he dished out. She twirled in his arms and bounced her bottom on his pants before strolling across the room with hips bucking as she sashayed.

“You know what I think, Mr. Davidson,” her throaty voice crooned. Quentin matched her steps with no intent of letting Phoebe out of his sight. “I think,” she opened up the patio doors and stepped into the cool night air, twisting back to smirk at him. “That it’s fifteen minutes until midnight, and I want you to give me everything you think I can’t handle on this lounge.” With her back to him, Phoebe pulled her hands to the straps of her thong and slipped the panties over her hips. Putting on her best performance, she bent over, making sure Quentin received and eyeful of her peach while she pulled the sheer material down her legs. The lingerie hit her ankles, and she stepped out of them and swept them to the side.

Quentin had come out of all his clothes. The cool winter air all but forgotten as he watched Phoebe’s little sexy ass bend over the chaise lounge. The furniture was created with an arch, effectively lifting her bottom in the air while her legs lay leisurely down its curve.

Phoebe tossed her head back to look at him only to find him at the same time she felt him. “Oooooh!” she screeched as he spread her ass and sank his thick penis inside her vagina. “Jesus!” she hollered.

Quentin leaned over her shoulder and delved his lips into her shoulder blade.

“What was that you were saying about taking everything I wanted to give you?” he growled. Quentin’s hands trailed down her back, causing a path of chills to follow his direction to her buttocks. A direct slap with the palm of his hand caused Phoebe to yelp again and simultaneously he gripped her waist with a fierce clutch as he shoved albeit slowly deeper into her cavern.

Phoebe’s head fell back and a moan, long and sensual, curdled from her lips.

“Ooooooooh!” she hissed and sucked in a lungful of air as the ridges of his shaft dug so deep she could feel her gates instantly open. Her legs began to tremble, and the motion made Quentin abruptly pulled out. She hissed again, and he placed hot kisses down the back of her ear and neck. His hands skated up her belly, and his fingers tweaked her nipples.

“You can’t come,” he said, “until the clock strikes twelve.”

Phoebe whimpered and reached back for him, desperate to be connected again. Quentin slapped her derriere, and her soft bottom bounced off his palm.

“Sexy ass,” he said, seizing her waist to impale her once again with a long grinding stroke.

“Aaaah!” Phoebe shouted, and her hand clutched the furniture.

Quentin sank inside her wet cove, coating his shaft with her mounting crème. “Shiiit!” he cursed, slipping out, then in, then out again.

Phoebe mumbled as her walls continued to expand to accommodate his size. She shivered and writhed with pleasure as her body torched with each pump he took inside of her. With her buttocks tooted, Quentin made sure to go easy on Phoebe, but the wetness of her fountain and hotness of her core tasseled his nerves and sent him into overdrive. Without even trying, his hand slipped to her neck and clawed around her throat, sealing a minor chokehold on her esophagus. With expert precision, Quentin drove into her core and smacked her ass with his other hand. Phoebe scrambled to get away from him, but he held firm, driving inside her with deep, powerful plunges. The force of their sex was so solid and firm that she bounced off his dick hard and a wounded cry tore from her throat with each volatile thrust.

He released her neck, slipping his hand down her waist and she inhaled just as soon as he impaled her again. Phoebe’s breath caught in her throat as Quentin plundered her, tearing into her bottom with disastrous strokes. Digging, grinding, and thrusting. Finally, Phoebe found her voice long enough to bellow out a scream and brace herself for his next temerarious plunge.

“Fuck!” he shouted, and the furniture rocked and tilted off its legs to topple over. Phoebe shouted with pleasure and fear as their bodies smacked from their incessant sex and simultaneously moved toward the terrace ground. But all too swiftly, Quentin shifted, lifting Phoebe but remaining joined as the lounge collapsed on its side.

“Aaaaah!” Phoebe shouted, and Quentin held her waist. When Phoebe reached out for the edge of chaise, she gave Quentin a wide opening, and he took advantage, plundering into her pussy with the speed of a jackhammer. Phoebe arched her back and sang out loud with a combination of shouts, curses, and praises. Tears stung her eyes at the force of his attack, and it was so fearfully beautiful that her entire body shuddered and rocked, vibrating with the strength of a natural disaster.

Suddenly, nearby voices shouted out, and bells and whistles could be heard as the countdown to the new year had begun. Quentin’s hand slipped around Phoebe’s elongated neck, effectively pulling her to a partial stand as he continued to pump inside her heated core. His lips grazed her ear, and the heat from his mouth simmered down her flesh.

“Five… Four… Three… Two…” he breathed, and Phoebe came with a stringent wave that knocked her off balance and caused her to breakdown. She yelled, screamed even like a stricken animal left for dead. Quentin held on to her as they watched the Eiffel Tower light up in an array of colors signifying the new year.

Phoebe’s orgasm seeped down her legs, and Quentin whispered in her ear. “Happy New Year… my lady love.” With another driving force, he plunged, and she screamed, helpless to the unmerciful plummeting of his thrusts. With a swear driven oath, Quentin came inside Phoebe mixing their orgasms together in a rain shower of love.

Out of breath and unable to move, Phoebe hung limberly with Quentin holding her against him, their bodies scorched, and their nerves off the meter. For a second, Phoebe’s vision blurred before it came back into focus, and it was then that her thighs shook with spasms. Quentin leaned over her shoulder and swallowed her mouth while further stretching his member inside her. A startling gasp yelped from Phoebe, and Quentin swallowed the outcry with his tongue.

“You’re okay,” he said, sucking on her flimsy tongue as their breaths mixed together. “I’ve got you.”

Phoebe’s body continued to soar, and she knew right then that to experience a release of that magnitude had to be unprecedented. Sure, she didn’t have much experience, but it was uncanny to believe that what she’d shared with Quentin was second best. A silly thought crossed her mind, and she giggled just a bit feeling crazy and all out of sorts.

“What was that thought you just had there?” he asked.

Phoebe glanced back just as Quentin wrapped her up in his arms, severing the connection they held.

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