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I took a deep breath, breathed her in.

“I wonder if you taste as sweet as the fruit.”

I didn’t wait a second longer to find out, licking up the seam of her pussy, getting all her sticky juices on my tongue.

“Quinn!” she said again, this time in a surprised gasp. Her hands tangled in my long hair, pulled me into her.

I grinned. “You can’t control me, mate.”

Those were fighting words to her. She released her grip, then slid to the floor directly in front of me. That smile now was feral, lethal to my senses. She was gorgeous, hair tousled, naked, aroused. Playful.

Her hand came to my chest, pushed. I let her, of course. Lowering to my back on the carpeted floor, I wanted to see what she intended.

Fuck. She intended to grip the base of my cock and take me into her mouth. Suck me like a black hole.

Her mouth was hot, tight. Wet. The suction powerful. Her grip firm, sliding. The devious female had me close to coming. She literally had me by the balls.

She sat up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She was panting and very pleased with herself. I was dying to come, my balls full and aching.

Sweat coated my skin, my lungs sucked in air.

This was a battle of wills. Of who was in control. Who would submit.

“You’re mine, mate. I control what happens in the bedroom.” I wasn’t going to argue on this. It was fact.

But she was. A dark brow winged up. “Oh really?” she glanced down at my co

ck, hard and rigid, slick from being in her mouth, almost purple in color and throbbing with the need to come.

She was right. When I was practically down her throat, there was nothing I could do but give over. What male could resist such a temptation?

But she was at her most vulnerable when her legs were parted, my mouth coaxing her pleasure from her. She was far from in control.

This wasn’t going to be resolved in the next few hours. She’d learned earlier if she fled, I’d hunt. I’d always find her. She would always be mine. I had the rest of our lives to prove this to her, to repeat the lesson over and over until she understood.

For now, we both could hold the power.

“A compromise.” I curled my finger for her to come closer. She crawled up my body so she was looming over me, her dark hair a curtain around us. My cock nudged her belly, then slid over her pussy.

“Turn around.”

Her eyes flared wide in understanding. Slowly, carefully, she turned, tossing one of her knees over my head so she was straddling my face, hers directly over my cock.

“They call this sixty-nine on Earth,” she said, flicking her tongue over my cock.

I groaned, bucked my hips. Not to be outdone, I grabbed her hips, pulled her down so she was sitting on my face. I might be smothered to death, but what a way to go. I licked up her sweet arousal, flicked her clit.

She gasped. “What do you call it?” She took me into her mouth, sucked.

I ate at her like a starving man.

“Heaven,” I said. “I call it fucking heaven.”

The fight now would be to see who came first.

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Quinn, Battleship Karter, Command Deck

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