Page 169 of Forget Me Not: A Lesbian Romance

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command. Quinn’s to pleasure. Quinn’s to discover. Quinn’s to

love. She wanted Quinn to be hers in the same way. Now.

Always.

She straddled Quinn and took the toy from her hand. She

massaged Quinn with her fingers before she brought the toy

into the action. Quinn whimpered and thrashed her head back

and forth on the pillow, her wet hair soaking everything, as

Dallas coated the toy in Quinn’s arousal. She was soaking wet

and so slick that the toy slid easily a few inches inside of her.

“Dallas,” Quinn moaned. She gripped Dallas’ shoulder and

guided her to her for a searing kiss. Dallas leaned forward,

working the toy slowly. It wasn’t huge, and it fit Quinn

perfectly.

They writhed together, Dallas working the toy gently as

Quinn’s hips rode into her hand.

“I’m so full,” Quinn moaned. “You make me so full. Just

like that. Yes. Oh God.” Quinn’s body vibrated violently. “You

feel so good. Dallas…” Her nails dug in at the base of Dallas’

neck as she kept going, thrusting gently with the toy, grinding

her own pelvis over Quinn as she did so.

The heat built up in Dallas, the flames eating at her entire

body. She kept grinding against Quinn, kept thrusting with the

toy. Quinn’s body was getting tense. She was trembling and

whimpering below Dallas. Dallas had her eyes closed because

she knew if she opened them and saw Quinn, she’d be done.

The heat kept pooling between her legs, the flames getting

more and more intense. Quinn was wild beneath her, and it

drove Dallas equally as wild.

“I’m coming,” Quinn whimpered near Dallas’ ear. “Dallas,

I’m going to come.”

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