Page 87 of The Fire We Crave

“Good.”

“You should also know,” I say between kisses, “I got the snip, a vasectomy, because I’ve always known I don’t want kids.”

“That’s actually very hot,” Quinn says, her lips curling into a smile against mine.

“And I got tested for just about everything when I was in the hospital and have a bill of health that says I don’t have any diseases.”

She places her palm on my cheek. “That’s even hotter. I haven’t had sex in seven months, but I’m always safe.”

I look down between us, and Quinn looks where I’m looking. At my aching cock. “So, if I were to put some oil on that right now and fuck you right there on the swing, it wouldn’t be a problem? It’s definitely safe for inside of you.” Then, I remember why I was massaging her feet. “No. Don’t think about that.”

A small wrinkle appears on the bridge of her nose. “Why would I not think about that? In fact, being told not to think about that makes it all I can think about.”

I shake my head. “This was part of my apology. Massaging your feet, making you come. Nothing for me, as it should be. There shouldn’t be a reward for being a dick.”

“Unless your dick is my reward.” She looks back at me and pierces me with her eyes.

“Then, ask me, sugar. Tell me what you want.”

Carefully, she unzips my jeans the rest of the way. “I feel like it would be wrong to leave you in that condition, and I would very much like to enjoy it rather than let it go to waste.” She reaches for the oil, pours some into her palm, and then rubs the length of my cock. Her grip is firm and forces me to take a deep breath. She twists slightly as she reaches my head before stroking back to the base.

My thick head glistens with oil and pre-cum.

“Take me, please,” she says breathlessly against my ear.

Playfully, I shove her back onto the swing, and she wiggles so her butt is right at the edge. Her pussy glistens with her arousal.

We both groan when I thrust into her. “Hold on to the back of the swing,” I instruct, and her hands go right there. Makes her tits sit high and proud. “Fuck, you look good enough to eat.”

I use the edge of the swing to nudge her back and forth along my cock, coating it with a white trail of her cream. It feels so fucking good. I haven’t ridden a girl bareback in decades. Mighthave gotten the snip, but that doesn’t mean I’m reckless when it comes to other sexually transmitted diseases.

“Please, Ronan,” she says, lifting her feet to perch them on the edge of the swing.

“Love the way this opens you up to me, sugar. Fuck, we look hot together.”

We both watch as I speed up the swing.

“Smoke, Quinn. You back here?”

Dice’s voice echoes through the yard. I know he’s gonna walk back here and up the steps to knock on the rear door, like he’s done a million times.

I glance across the yard, then back to Quinn. “He’ll see you.”

But what she says is way hotter than any response I could have imagined. “Don’t stop.”

“We’re going to have to have a conversation about exhibitionism at some point, because I love a fucking audience. I’m gonna fuck you until you come, no matter how close Dice gets.”

“Then we’re about to give him a show,” she says, and flops her head back against the bench. She runs her hands over her breasts.

“Tug on your nipples for me,” I instruct, “and put both your feet on my chest.”

She does as I ask, and the position changes for both of us. It feels so much deeper, lighter. Fuck, if the change in sensation doesn’t put me a minute from coming so deep inside her.

“God, Ronan, I’m so close,” she says, as I slide one hand between her legs to massage her clit.

“So am I, sugar. So am I.”

And I feel her squeeze the fuck out of my cock as I come.

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