Page 17 of Roommate's Guide to Love

“I know you have,” I say as I continue to work my fingers in and out of her, harder and faster with every pump. “And you looked so fucking pretty and needy sitting up in my bed for me.”

I insert a third finger, making her body convulse. “Were you getting anxious for me to come in and touch you?”

“Yes.”

“Were you thinking about me? How I’d be sucking on your tits tonight? Eating this pretty pussy?”

She doesn’t answer for a second, which I know is because I’ve brought her close twice now, only to pull the brakes slightly so she’s not coming just yet. But that doesn’t mean I don’t pinch her nipple, sending a shock directly into her pussy that’s now holding my fingers like a fucking vise.

“Answer me, Quinn. Were you thinking about my mouth on them?”

She lets out a yelp as I twist her nipple. “Yes. I was thinking about you. Your mouth. How turned on you get because of me.”

She’s right about that. I’ve always been a tits guy. I blame nineties television, specificallyBaywatch. But nothing, and I mean nothing, could’ve prepared me for the first time Quinn and I were together and feeling those two, soft, round, perfect tits in my hands. I think I camped out there for an hour, just kissing and sucking on them. Getting lost in the feel of her.

And then there was the time I made her come just from nipple play. That was fun. We should do that again sometime.

Except she’s probably going to give me the bullshit that this is it. I mean, she’s always gone back on her word, but do I want to chance that? I’ve never been a gambling man, and I definitely don’t want to take the chance that tonight is indeed the last night and I didn’t do every single thing I want to do with this woman.

“You know me so well,” I say as I bring her just to another cusp of an orgasm before removing my fingers. The sudden emptiness makes Quinn gasp and her eyes immediately look to see what I’m doing. “I also know you very, very well.”

She wants to say something, but she’s stopped the second my teeth lightly latch on to her nipple. I let go quickly, letting my tongue explore before my mouth takes over.

“Porter, please...I need to come. I’m so close.”

“Shhh….” I say, taking my coated fingers and tracing them around her other nipple. “You asked me to make you forget, right?”

She nods, her eyes now glued to my hands.

“Then trust me. Lay back. Just focus on my mouth. I’ll do the rest.”

My mouth descends on her other breast, licking and sucking the wetness I placed there before inserting my fingers back inside her. The sudden action makes Quinn’s hips buck into me, and as much as I’d love to take my time tonight, that’s not a possibility. Especially when Quinn’s desperate cries fill the room.

“Porter. God…so close. Please, God, please…”

I speed up my efforts, fingering her like I don’t think I ever have before. Quinn’s hands are gripping the headboard so tight her knuckles are white. But it would be a small price to pay for the orgasm I know she’s about to have.

I hook my fingers just slightly inside her, and just like I expected, she detonates. Screams fill the room. My sheets are soaked from Quinn’s release. I’m sweating from just watching this beautiful woman come undone from my hand.

But little does she know, she’s not done yet.

“Come here,” I growl, bringing her in only so I can roll her over. “I need to fuck you.”

Quinn climbs to her hands and knees as I grab a condom out of my nightstand drawer. I watch her intently as I roll it on, loving how she’s so ready for me.

“That’s my girl,” I growl, coming behind her. “Now hold on.”

It only takes one thrust from me to make her lose any control of her body, collapsing to the bed as I fuck her from behind. It’s fine. Doggy style has its purpose, but knowing she’s so tired that she can’t hold herself up, but also is begging me to fuck her harder? There’s nothing hotter on this fucking planet.

“That’s it,” I say, which is accompanied by a smack on her ass. “I bet you can’t come again.”

I’ve found that over the years, Quinn responds to most dirty talk. But like everything else in her life, she can’t turn down a challenge. Or being wrong. Or not winning. The first time I dared her to orgasm, I thought a pipe burst somewhere. I don’t use this tactic all the time, but tonight feels fitting.

“Yes, I can,” she says, a touch of resilience in her voice as she pushes herself back onto all fours. She turns over her shoulder, looking me dead in the eyes. “Fuck me like you mean it, McCoy."

I can only smile as the heat in our eyes meet. “Yes, ma’am.”

And I do. I fuck her harder than I’ve ever fucked her. The only sound in the room is our bodies coming together and the eventual screams of our orgasms.

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