Page 56 of Dream Lover
“That’s incredibly sweet.”
“The things a man’ll do for love,” I teased, handing her a flute. She took a healthy sip and sat the glass on the nightstand.
Grabbing my tie, she pulled me toward her. “Take off your pants, Mr. Davenport.” I loved the way my name rolled off her tongue, and I knew without a doubt one day soon I’d be calling her Mrs. Davenport. Nothing sounded better.
Minutes later Quinn had me at her mercy naked in bed. Her sweet lips wrapped around the head of my cock, sucking me deeper and deeper into her mouth, and what she couldn’t take she covered with her fingers.
Stroking me in pace with the movements of my cock sliding in and out of her warm mouth, her tongue flattened against my erection. She knew what she was doing. I let out a groan that encouraged her to suck me harder. Those sexy lips I loved to kiss suctioned around me so damn tight.
Fuck, she felt good, but there was only one way I was coming, and that was inside her. Fingers wrapped around her hair, I gave her silky tendrils a tug. “Want to taste you, babe.”
Quinn shuffled around to give me what I craved. Positioned in a sixty-nine, I gave as good as I got. Spreading her pussy lips, I teased and pleased her clit with my fingers and mouth. Quinn rode my face while I fucked her mouth.
Knees shaking, she moaned around my cock, licking the pearly bead of pre-come from the tip. We were both close.Smack. I slapped her ass. “Need inside you, babe. Want us coming together.”
She slid down my body and turned to face me. Lining her body up with mine, she sank down and impaled that perfect pussy on my cock. A shudder rippled through my body and moved down my spine, reaching my damn toes. Quinn started to grind, flexing and rolling her hips, hitting all the right spots. Working my cock, her body jolted, rising and falling. I leaned up to take a nipple into my mouth. The moment my lips closed around the sensitive peak, Quinn cried out as she rode the wave of her release.
“Need behind you,” I grunted the demand. Like a good girl she moved off me and went to all fours. Face down and ass up, ready for me to take what I wanted. Quinn on her knees for me, body shivering in anticipation, was prettiest thing in the world in that moment.
Rubbing a hand along the curve of her ass, I lined up with her tight slit and glided right in. Her velvet heat clenched around me, and I knew without a doubt heaven lived between her damn thighs. Gripping her braid in my hand, I slammed in and out of her achingly hard.
Bodies slapping together, her sweet cunt suctioned my cock, stretching and taking me deeper with every thrust until I filled her to the hilt. Balls slapping against her ass, I was so damn close to coming. I knew she was about to get off too. Her muscles spasmed around me tighter and hotter.
“Oh, God,” she cried out. Her warmth wrapped around me, and it was all I could take. My release shot through me, erupting inside her like a damn volcano; I was so damn hot for her.
I collapsed on the bed next to her, both of us panting to catch our breath. “Just think, buttercup, from now on, we’ll get this every night.”
She grinned, head on the pillow. “Every night?”
“Get used to it. I have an addiction. A Quinn addiction. The sweetest pussy my dick’s ever known addiction, and I plan on feeding that craving every single night and maybe every morning too.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about you, babe.”
“I love you, Conner Davenport.”
“Good because you aren’t ever getting rid of me. You’re mine. Forever.”
“I’m good with that.”
Epilogue
Quinn
Husbands are like wine; they take a long time to mature.
“I’m sohappy for you and Conner, and not jealous at all.” Carrie grinned at me as she took a sip of her fruity umbrella drink through the little red straw.
The sun beamed down on us poolside at our hotel. Sweat beads rolled down my back, and I adjusted my big white floppy hat. Today was a day for only Carrie and me to hangout and take it easy.
We spent the morning getting massages and pampered at the spa, and now we were getting our drink and sun on. Our moms went shopping, and Drew and Conner were off playing golf somewhere with my dad.
“I thought things were going well between you and my brother.”
“They are, but he’s not in any hurry to get serious anytime soon. Which I totally understand. I do, it’s just I wish I knew where I stand with him.”
“Just be open and honest with him. Talk to him and let him know where you’re coming from. Drew is a sensible guy. He’ll understand.”
