Page 144 of Curveball

I wrap one leg around him and shamelessly grind myself over his thick length.

Maybe I should be embarrassed that this is doing it for me, but I don’t care right now. I’m starved for it. For him.

I take in his scent and taste, my favorite things in the world. He pinches and pushes just the right amount. My face scrunches and my legs go numb as I orgasm on a long moan, releasing a small amount of the pent-up frustration I’ve had.

As I come down, he pulls his lips away just a fraction. I canstill feel his breath in my mouth. “That’s the fourth time you’ve come on my lap. Next time, it will be with me inside you.”

“I do want you, Quincy. I’m still scared though. My heart couldn’t take another rejection from you.”

He nods. “However long it takes for you to trust me, but I promise you can. I’ll never let you down again.”

He pulls away a few inches. His eyes widen in horror as his fingers gently trace my face and neck. “My beard has you all red. Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He rubs his beard. “I think maybe it’s time for me to shave this. I don’t want to hurt you, and the guys are giving me so much shit. Vagina Jesus is my new nickname. I think I much prefer Long Quail Quincy.”

I gasp. “Don’t you dare shave. I’ve been fantasizing about it for weeks. Not until I get to feel it between my legs at least once.”

That gets his attention. He squeezes his eyes shut as if in pain.

After opening them, he traces his fingertips over the tops of my breasts. “Is that what you want, Shortcake? My face between your legs.”

I nod. Or maybe I moan. I don’t know at this point. What I do know is, despite the fact that I came seconds ago, the thought of that beard between my legs is mighty appealing.

He pulls me out of the shower, picks me up, and places me on the vanity next to the sink. He rakes his eyes over me before spreading my legs wide.

“Are you wet? Did coming on my covered dick make you extra wet?”

I nod.

“I’ll need to see for myself.”

By all means. Have at it. I spread my legs wider in invitation.

He smiles as he slips two fingers inside me. As soon as he does, he bites his lip. “You’re very naughty. And very greedy.”

I breathe, “Punish me.”

He pulls his fingers out and takes my hand in his. This time he slips both of our fingers inside me. Fuck, I’m so wet. “Can you feel it? Can you feel what I do to your body?”

“Yes.” I squirm, desperate for him. “Please.”

He pulls them out and sucks them both into his mouth. “Hmm. I’ve missed your taste.”

“There’s an overflowing buffet of it waiting for you.”

His shoulders shake in laughter as he drops down to his knees. He kisses up my inner thigh. I’m officially loving the feeling of his beard running up toward my center. I’ve been dreaming about how it would feel between my legs. Just a little higher.

He continues moving in the right direction. He’s almost there. Please lick through me. I’ll do anything for it.

He parts my lips, and just as he’s bending to lick, there’s a blood-curdling scream from the baby monitor.

I tilt my head back. “Noooo!”

Quincy stands and smiles. “Raincheck. I’ll deal with the other princess.”

As I get dressed for bed, I listen on the monitor to him talking to her as he tries to rock her back to sleep. I must drift off at some point.

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