Page 35 of Finding Haven
He lets out a sound of approval, grabbing a bag from one of the shelves before returning to the kitchen island to arrange everything on a small platter. Knowing he’s occupied, I take a moment to open up the Frisk app and check my account. A handful of messages are waiting in my inbox, but most of them are compliments on my latest set of photos. There is, however, a message from a subscriber requesting a set of photos.
What he’s wanting is nothing I haven’t been asked for by other fans in the past, but for some reason, the idea of photographing my body for another man has my stomach tightening. Why do I feel like it would be somehow betraying Zack? He knows that camming is part of how I make ends meet.
“I wasn’t sure what all you’d be in the mood for, so I just sorta threw a bunch of stuff together.”
I look up from my phone as Zack sets a small platter of salami, cheese, nuts, pretzels, and fresh fruit on the coffee table in front of the couch. My stomach rumbles, and suddenly, the idea of eating isn’t so bad.
“This is perfect, thank you,” I say with a smile, setting my phone down on the cushion between us as I reach for a couple of pretzels. His eyes flick down to my phone, brows furrowing at the message still displayed on my screen. “Sorry, I should’ve closed that. I’ll respond later.” Heat rises to my cheeks as I reach for my phone.
“Respond to who?” he asks, his deep voice laced with gravel.
For a brief moment, I hesitate. Should I tell him about the subscriber’s request? As much fun as I think it would be to push his buttons and taunt him a little bit, I err on the side of caution and choose to be honest.
“A subscriber messaged me about paying for a set of photos,” I start, keeping my voice low.
“Okay,” he says, dragging the word out as his eyes search mine. The golden flecks in his eyes are nearly invisible with the way the soft lighting is filtering through the room, making his eyes seem darker. I’ve never been so enraptured by brown eyes before, and the way they can sometimes appear nearly as dark as chocolate while other times, in the right lighting, they’re more reminiscent of warm honey. One brow lifts as he waits for me to elaborate, while I’m just sitting here staring at him.
“He wants them either tonight or tomorrow. Whichever I’m able to squeeze in.” The subscriber didn’t request a specific set of lingerie, which makes this that much easier. Thankfully, I had the thought to throw ina couple of different sets while I was packing my bag to spend the night at Zack’s. Technically, I’m dressed for photos now with the navy blue set I’m wearing beneath this dress, but I wore this with Zack in mind. And after today, I’m not exactly in the mood to pose for the camera.
His jaw clenches. “Just pictures?”
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Zack
Jealousyspringstolifeand twists deep in my stomach as Quinn goes over the short list of detailed requests from the man wanting to purchase explicit photos from her. I don’t want anyone else to see her exposed body. The way she writhes and trembles in ecstasy. The sounds that fall from her lips as she tips over the edge. Those things belong tome.
I would be such a fucking hypocrite if I asked her to shut down her account considering it’s part of what brought her into my life. She may be mine, but I don’t own her. Still, it doesn’t stop me from not wanting anyone else ever to see her the way that I do. Possession burns in my chest when she mentions the lingerie set that she wore during our last private session. She chose the pink lace at my request, for my eyes only.
“That’s not for anyone else to see,” I growl.
The corner of her mouth pulls into a soft smirk as her bright eyes meet mine. Her tongue swipes across her plump bottom lip before she says, “Someone’s feeling a little possessive, I see.”
“Damn fuckin’ right, I am,” I tell her. Reaching across the slight distance between us, I grasp her leg just above the knee and slowly drag my hand up, slipping beneath the fabric of her dress until it’s wedged between the warmth of her thick thighs.
A soft blush rises to her cheeks as her thighs clench around my hand. I lean in towards her as my cock thickens at the hint of her arousal. Grasping her chin with my other hand, I hold her steady as my lips graze from the corner of her mouth up to her ear.
“If you’ve got someone wanting to pay to see what’s mine,” I rasp, gliding my tongue along the shell of her ear before nipping at her earlobe. “Then we’d better take some pictures, baby.”
Her body shudders beneath my touch as I move my hand higher, the heat of her pussy soaking through the lace covering where I desperately want to be. A groan emanates from my chest as my name falls from her lips on a breathy moan, my fingers teasing her through the delicate fabric.
“But he’s gonna have to wait. I have no intention of sharing you tonight,” I tell her, slipping my hand from between her thighs and moving it to grasp her hip before pulling her leg across my lap. Quinn’s hands find my shoulders as she gathers her dress around her waist and straddles me, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of my hips as she holds herself up.
I grab her hips and pull her down until she settles her full weight on my thighs, my cock hard and straining against the zipper of my jeans. Her hands slide to the back of my head, her fingers combing through the short length of hair before she tugs my head back and crashes her lips against mine. The slight show of dominance has my dick leaking pre-cum as I thrust against her lace-covered cunt, swiping my tongue along the seam of her lips. I crave control and want her to experience relinquishing it, and yet the feeling of her body against mine has me feeling completely powerless.
I don’t own her, but she’s well on her way to owning me.
With my hands grasping her hips, I drag her forward and then back, encouraging her to grind her sweet pussy against me. Her lips part on a moan, and my grip on her body tightens as I slide my tongue between her lips, groaning as I taste her. Kissing Quinn ignites something within me that’s been dormant for far too long. “God, I fucking want you.” The words escape me on a groan, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside of her.
She nods wordlessly as her hands rake down my chest, her fingernails digging into my skin through the fabric of my shirt. She gathers the material in her hands and pulls it over my head, tossing it to the ground as her gaze travels over my chest. Her teeth scrape over her bottom lip as a blush rises to her cheeks. The way she’s looking at me gives me back the hint of control that I’d let slip before, and I spread my arms across the back of the couch to give her a better view.
“Take that dress off and let me see you, Sugar,” I command.
She obeys so beautifully and without hesitation, slipping off my lap and moving to stand. Her eyes hold mine as she reaches around her back and lowers the zipper of her dress. She slips her fingers beneath the straps at her shoulders, slowly guiding them off and pushing the dress down over her hips until it pools at her bare feet. Her soft curves are accentuated by dark blue lingerie, her full breasts and rosy pink nipples hidden behind the lace.
“Fuck,” I groan. “That’s what you’ve been wearing beneath that dress all day?”
She hums out a soft “Mhmm” as she slowly spins in a circle, gracing me with a full view of her body. My mouth waters at the way the lacehugs her curves. There’s just something about the way her soft belly, wide hips, and thick thighs look covered in lingerie that makes my blood simmer with lust. When you add in her sun-rivaling smile, the hint of freckles that dance across her shoulders, and the way she chases away the darkness that often threatens to consume my soul, I’m fuckinggonefor her.
