Page 89 of Never Again

“Quinn?” Bailey said on a soft moan as she pushed back on his cock.

“Mmm?” he moaned his reply, unable to handle anything more than that at the moment.

“Remember what I said earlier about being worshiped?” Bailey asked, making his lips pull up into a smile against her throat.

“I think I remember something about that,” Quinn murmured, pressing his lips against her throat one last time before he wrapped his arms back around her and rolled her onto her back.

He allowed himself one slow thrust between her legs before he pulled out of her, licking his lips hungrily when the move caused her wet sheath to caress his cock. As soon as his cock was free, Quinn was brushing his lips against hers as he moved his legs over hers so that he was kneeling on the bed next to her.

With one last brush of his lips against hers, Quinn slid his hand between her legs and found the soft lips that had welcomed his cock. While he teased her slit, Quinn kissed her chin, her throat, and down to one breast, where he took his time tracing her nipple with his tongue before taking it between his lips.

He traced her slit with his fingertips as he gently suckled her nipple, earning a soft moan before he flicked it with his tongue and released it so that he could kiss and lick his way down her stomach while his fingertips found her swollen clit. He gently caressed her clit as he kissed the spot just below her navel.

“Do you feel worshiped yet?” Quinn asked while he kissed his way down to the neatly trimmed dark hair between her legs.

“I’m starting to,” Bailey said softly as she threaded her fingers through his hair and moaned when he pressed his lips against her soft slit.

He traced her clit one last time with his fingertip before dragging it down to her core and-

“Oh, God!”

-slid it inside of her as his tongue found her clit.

“Better?” Quinn asked, flicking his tongue over her clit as he slowly fucked her with his finger.

“God, yes,” Bailey moaned as her hand slid down his back, over his side and tore a groan from him when she wrapped her small hand around the base of his cock.

“You’re fucking evil,” Quinn said, groaning as she moved her hand over his cock and gave the tip a squeeze that had his breath catching.

“You love that about me,” Bailey said, making him smile as he pressed one last kiss against her clit before he pulled back, pausing only long enough to kiss her hip before he laid down next to her on his side.

“Yes,” Quinn said as he leaned over and kissed her, “I do.”

Moaning his name, Bailey turned onto her side to face him as she ran her fingertips along his jaw. Quinn slowly moved his lips against hers, savoring every brush of her lips against his as he reached down and cupped the back of her knee and used his hold to pull her closer while he hooked her leg over his hip.

She caressed his jaw with her fingertips one last time before she ran them down his throat, over his chest, and down his stomach only to tear a moan from him a moment later when her hand wrapped back around his cock. As she stroked his cock, Quinn deepened the kiss, unable to help but moan as she used her hold around him to trace her slit.

“Baby, please,” Bailey whimpered against his mouth as she placed the tip at her core and-

Quinn rolled his hips forward and slowly pushed his cock inside the woman that meant the world to him. He kept his thrusts shallow as he kissed her. She felt amazing, Quinn thought as he felt her fingertips caress his face. Opening his eyes, he broke off the kiss and turned his head, his gaze never leaving hers as he kissed her palm.

He watched the way that her lips parted on a moan, the way that her beautiful blue eyes struggled to remain locked with his as he moved and-

God, he fucking loved her.

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“Quinn?”Bailey said, watching the gray eyes that she loved so much lock on her as she felt him pull her leg up higher and-

“Oh, god…” Bailey moaned, her head dropping back as pleasure tore through her body while the man that she couldn’t seem to get enough of began to really move. She felt his lips press against her throat as he moved, taking her in slow, hard thrusts that left her with no choice but to grab onto his shoulder and hold on.

It felt so good, so perfect, Bailey thought as she felt that thick tip moving inside of her, stroking her just right and-

“Fuck!” Quinn bit out against her neck as she felt him swell inside of her as he tore his name from her lips again.

For several minutes, Bailey lay there, struggling to catch her breath while Quinn did the same. When she felt his lips press against her throat one last time, she reluctantly let her leg slide free, knowing that their small reprieve from reality was over. Slowly exhaling, Bailey pulled away from Quinn only to have him stop her as he pressed his lips against her forehead.

“We need to talk, Bailey,” he murmured softly as she closed her eyes on a resigned sigh.

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