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“Ah…” Phoebe moaned. An undulation of heat fell down her skin, and Quentin walked purposefully off the terrace with Phoebe in his arms to the bedroom. He laid Phoebe on her back and stared into her sultry eyes, and she smiled with a tipping curve of her lips. “I was just thinking,” she said dreamily, “there’s no wonder you can’t shake these women off of you. Why would you expect one to go away after loving them down like that?”

Quentin tilted his head to the side with a smirk. “Who says I’ve loved anyone down like that? I may not have been a virgin, but perhaps I was saving all my pent-up energy for you.”

Phoebe peered at him with a smirk of her own. “You really expect me to believe that?”

Confusion was cast over Quentin’s handsome features. “So you think I would tell the truth about some things and lie about others?”

Phoebe pursed her lips. “Of course not, I’m just saying. That sounds…”

“What?”

“Like something you would say just to be nice.”

Quentin frowned again. “But you know me. I’m not that guy.”

Phoebe slipped her hands up the side of his face and gripped his ears. Pulling him down, Quentin’s dreads tingled her shoulders as she puckered and exhaled when his lips sank into hers. Kissing Quentin was so fulfilling, and being with him completed her to a point where she desired to be with him forever.

It was amazing how they both held or save certain pleasures for the other, in case a time like this would actually occur. Quentin slipped his arms around her, and together they flipped over while at the same time, he entered her vagina with a grinding drive.

“Aaah ssss!” Phoebe sang as she straddled his powerful thighs, bracing her hands on the firmness of his ripped chest. “Aaah!” She moved up and down, grinding and rotating her hips, and her head fell back. Biting down on her lips, Phoebe moaned harshly, but it was caught in her throat.

With his hands digging into her waist, Quentin directed her, bucking his hips to make for a powerful connection. Phoebe opened her mouth wide and held her head back when a singing cry escaped her lips.

“Quentin…” she hissed as her vagina met the base of his shaft in shocking stabs of heat. “Fuck me, baby!” she squealed as he thrust to meet her peril pitfalls.

The effusion of heat that circled them raged like never before, and another cry fled from Phoebe as she came harder the second time around.

“Oh my God!” she squealed and bit down on her lip as an ocean of crème covered his chocolate shaft.

“I fucking love you, girl,” Quentin growled, reaching up to grip her neck and bring her down to him for a tongue-plunging kiss.

Tears stung Phoebe’s eyes once again. If she was on the edge before, his confession pushed her over, and now she had completely fallen in love with him. Her heart warmed, and her body shivered, and Quentin pumped into her refuge while they slopped each other down.

“Fuuu-ck!” he growled, tearing his mouth away to release the vicious swear. Quentin came inside her again, holding her tightly against his body as they showered each other with another breath-stealing release.

“Quentin! Quentin! Quentin…” Phoebe purred as she dropped onto him. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest, and starlight twinkles were exposed in her eyesight. Phoebe’s breathing was ragged, and she couldn’t seem to gain control of it.

For another long moment, Phoebe laid there splayed on top of Quentin. “I’m sorry,” she said, “I can’t move.”

Gruffly, he chuckled, and his hands skittered down her back, making her tremble more.

“That was incredible.” Phoebe’s fingers slipped up his rock-hard chest, and she lay her palm against his heart. Quietly, she listened to the rhythm and made a mental note to remember it. “I love you, too, Quentin,” she said. Her nose moved around his neck in circles as she breathed in his scent.

Quentin kissed her forehead, and together, they fell asleep, still connected, and completely sated.

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