Page 101 of The Fire We Crave

And then, she hollows her cheeks and spits on my cock.

It dribbles down over my crown, and I watch it until it touches her hand.

“Fuck,” I say on a groan. “That’s hot.”

“It’s such a big cock, though. And that can’t be enough.” So, she spits on it again.

I twitch in her hand as my hips raise off the chair.

I’m not sure if it’s possible for me to come without any physical manipulation. But I swear, watching the spit fall from her lips following compliments about my cock makes me want to come so hard, I can’t stand it.

“Suck it, Quinn. All the way to the base. Fucking choke on it. Let me see how much you like how big it is.”

She licks her lower lip, like she’s hungry at the thought of it.

And then, she does as I ask.

It doesn’t go too far, at first. But once Quinn gets past how raw it feels, she swallows me to the back of her throat. She splutters. Her eyes water. Saliva trickles down her chin.

And it’s the hottest fucking thing I ever saw in my whole goddamn life.

She gags as she tries.

And it’s more than enough.

“Look at you, sucking on my dick, taking me like a good girl.”

Her hips move as she throws her whole body into it.

“You wet, Quinn? You turned on as…much as I am?” My words come out punctuated with gasps of air.

She nods over my cock.

“You want to come too?” I ask.

Quinn gasps, sucking in air when she lets my cock fall from her throat. “Please.”

I reach for her hands, tugging her until she stands, feet on either side of my knees, and lowers herself down over my cock.

“Ronan,” she cries out in relief as she seats herself all the way to my balls. Between the saliva on my cock and how wet she gets, it’s an easy slide and feels so fucking good, my head spins.

I’m not sure who starts to move first. Her hips lift, my thighs thrust. Her short nails dig into my shoulders. I grab her waist, then slide my hands to grip her ass cheeks hard.

It’s rough.

Messy.

All-consuming.

I’m not sure how to breathe. I’m sure my burns must ache. But I’m completely and utterly wrapped up in Quinn.

“I love riding your cock. Ronan, can I come, please?” The words are almost a sob.

She thought to fucking ask. In the midst of everything she’s feeling, she thought to fucking ask.

“Yeah. Show me how good it feels, sweetheart.”

And when she comes over my cock, I follow her into the abyss.

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