Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21789 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Now I wouldn’t fuck you on all fours like this, unless I’d licked your pussy first. And sweetheart, I’d lick it day and night, so you’d get comfortable on your knees really quick.” I gather her hair in my fist and pull her head back, pointing her bee-stung lips at the ceiling. “A cock can get in good and deep in this position. It can fill your cunt and make you scream for Jesus, but it’s gotta be big. Like mine.”
I hit her with a series of thrusts and she moans loudly. Hell, I’m moaning, too, watching her bouncy tits jiggle up and down in the mirror.
“You feel how huge I am, goddammit?”
“Yes!”
I backhand her ass, once, twice. “That’s what you need, isn’t it? A fat cock stuffed inside that wet, little virgin hole. They don’t make them bigger than mine.”
“Yes. Yes. Desmond, please.” Her knees slide wider and she arches her back, her body trembling like a leaf. “I want to feel the real thing.”
Victory courses through my veins, but it’s no match for the potency of my lust. My need for Quinn. Only Quinn. Forever. “What did I say about taking you on all fours. What do I get to lick first? Say it. Show it to me.”
“M-my…” Her voice falls to a whisper. “My pussy.”
Need almost knocks me out, hearing her say that word with a tremble in her voice is so sexy. My hands move on their own, flipping Quinn onto her back. I drag the sodden panties down her thighs and fall on her cunt like it’s my deliverance. I kiss the split of her sex hard, coaxing her folds open with my tongue. Her legs are shy, trying to close, but I hold them open and swipe at her clit with the tip of my tongue—and there we go, her thighs spring open like the gates to heaven, her shocked whimper filling the bedroom.
“Desmond!” Her fingers burrow in my hair, pushing me away and yanking me close at the same time, her female flesh quivering on my tongue. “M-more. More.”
This woman begging me for more is the sweetest sound my ears have ever heard, and my soul won’t allow me to let her down. I reach up and mold her left tit in my palm, my lips closing around her sensitive nub and rubbing side to side. Her cries grow more and more throaty when I bring my tongue back into the mix, lapping at her clit, hitting it with quick, little strokes that make her thighs pinwheel around my head. Pinching her nipple lightly between my knuckles, I drag my tongue downward through her warm, wet flesh and tease the entrance to her cunt, circling around it again and again, before tucking inside.
I can feel the eruption building inside of her.
Her hips jerk off the floor, twisting, and I pin them down with a growl, fucking her virgin pussy with my tongue. I love playing with her tits, but I know what she needs right now, so I bring my fingers down between her thighs and stroke her clit while my tongue continues to breach her slick little entrance, over and over.
“Desmond, oh. Oh. Oh my God.” Her legs tighten up, her toes digging into the breadth of my back and she jolts violently, her scream piercing the air. “Yes!”
“Ahhhh fuck,” I groan, licking her like a depraved animal, my hips pumping against the carpet. There is nothing on this planet like the taste of her pleasure. It’s honey from the sweetest flower and I rush to get all of it on my tongue, not allowing a single drop to escape. Finally, she goes boneless on the ground, a fine sheen of dew making her skin glow. “I should wait for you to recover, but I need to fuck you now, sweetheart. Now,” I growl, climbing on top of her and unzipping my pants. “Just let me. Just let me,” I pant. “God forgive me, I’m going to smash that motherfucking cherry—”
“Hello?” A voice comes from out in the living room, followed by the closing of my front door. “Des? You here?”
No. No, it can’t be my sister.
“Where you hiding the girl?”
Jesus, it’s both of them.
“Yeah, bring her out! We want to meet her.”
“Same way you met our boyfriends.”
They cackle in unison, the sound an embodiment of sisterly evil.
I drop down onto Quinn’s now-alert body with a curse. Apparently nominating me for the baking show wasn’t enough payback for years of torturing their boyfriends.
This. This is the real payback.
And with everything still up in the air with Quinn, I’m suddenly regretting every single thing I ever did to make my sisters crazy…
6
Quinn
I feel like I’ve been through the spin cycle.
My brain cells are scattered in different directions and my limbs are made of licorice. That was…that was…