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I whimpered, mentally pleading with Quinn to follow through.

“Will you cry out when I ease my tongue into your slick walls, licking and sucking what’s mine?”

I moaned, loving what he was doing to my body without even touching me. “God, yes.”

“While I’m bringing you to the brink of coming with my mouth, I would slide a finger into that tight asshole of yours. Watching you writhe, knowing it’s for me.”

My ragged breathing filled the room, my chest visibly rising and falling the longer he talked.

Quinn crawled onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he whispered, “Make no mistake that, when I come inside you, I’m marking you as mine. Do you understand?”

Unable to speak, I nodded in response.

“Roll over.” He got off the mattress.

I propped up on all fours, waiting for him to put me out of my misery and make me come.

“The Art of Survival” by Ramsey streamed through my speaker, covering my loud moan as Quinn spread my pussy apart, then flicked my clit with his tongue. I rocked back, wanting him to dive in and take me.

He grabbed my outer thighs, digging in as he licked and sucked me. I moved against him, desperate and needy for my orgasm.

I gripped the comforter between my fingers, bunching up the soft fabric as Quinn continued. Teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing release, I groaned in frustration when Quinn moved away.

Irritated, I shot him a nasty look over my shoulder. I waited while he shed his clothes and rolled a condom over his thick cock.

He lined up at my entrance, running the tip of his dick along my soaking wet slit, teasing me even more.

With a hard thrust, he slid inside me, moved out slowly, then shoved inside me again. Every nerve ending in me responded to his rhythm of hard pushes and slow pulls.

His soft moan reached my ears, and I closed my eyes. Quinn ran a finger around my clit, sending me to the edge of a cliff again. Removing his hand from between my legs, he pushed against my puckered hole, easing a finger inside me as his cock continued to plow into my pussy.

“That’s my beautiful girl. Will you take it this well when I fuck your tight ass with my dick? Can you take me all in?”

“Oh God, Quinn.”

“That’s it, say my name as I claim you.” He grunted. “Who do you belong to?”

“You. Only you.”

He pumped into me hard, our bodies slapping together in a heated frenzy. With his free hand, he fisted my hair and jerked it back. “Come for me, Wynter. Come all over my cock.”

As if on cue, my inner walls clenched his shaft as a soul-obliterating orgasm ripped through me, stealing my breath.

Quinn’s body jerked and tensed, bucking against mine as he came. Once he stilled, he gently pulled out of me and removed the used condom.

I collapsed onto my stomach, then rolled over, grinning like an idiot. “There’s a trashcan in the bathroom.” I pointed to the closed door.

He chuckled. “I thought that was a closet. I had no idea it was a bathroom.” He disappeared, then I heard the water running.

I took a minute to revel in the moment, basking in the afterglow. Life had been crap for a long time, but with Quinn by my side, surely it could only get better from here.

Chapter39

Quinn

Istared at myself in Wynter’s bathroom mirror, wondering if I’d lost my damn mind. Only minutes ago, I told her I loved her. How in the hell would she take what I was about to ask? I washed my face, then I used the bottle of minty mouthwash that was on the edge of her sink.

Finding my courage, I joined her again. I couldn’t help but smile at her naked on the bed, looking thoroughly fucked. I climbed onto the mattress next to her and smoothed her hair. “I love you.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “No need to say anything, it just feels so good to tell you.”

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