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He backs up slightly without waiting for a response, places my legs on top of his shoulders, and then his hot mouth begins to lick me so skillfully, with so much precision, I’m squirming in pleasure, silently begging for my release within seconds. His fingers push inside me, massaging my insides intimately, and then I’m coming. Bright lights behind my lids burst through the dark as my body comes completely undone.

When I open my eyes, Lachlan is wiping his mouth and beard with the back of his hand, a satisfied grin splayed upon his lips like he’s the one who was just pleasured. And then it hits me he’s now made me come three times without even asking or suggesting to be pleasured back. And that thought has me wanting to satisfy him the same way he’s satisfied me.

Sitting up, I turn my body around so I’m on my stomach and my head is in the direct line of his crotch. Lachlan, the intelligent guy he is, catches on quickly, and his eyes go wide. “Quinn,” he whispers as I pull him closer to me.

“My turn,” I murmur, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

“Okay, but there’s something you need to know.”

“Not now,” I say, on a mission to please him. Pushing his jeans and boxers down, his dick, hard as a steel pole, springs free and hits his stomach. It’s thick and smooth, neatly trimmed, with only a single vein running along the underside. I’ve only been with a few guys, so I don’t have a lot to compare it to, but it’s perfect. And then a small sliver of metal catches my eye, and I gasp.

“You’re…you’re…”

“Pierced.”

“Holy shit,” I breathe, entranced by what I’m seeing. “Can I touch it?”

Fifteen

Lachlan

“Can I touch it?” she whispers, and I have to will myself not to come from her words alone. This woman, she has no idea how fucking beautiful and sexy and goddamn motherfucking perfect she is. The way she tastes and smells. The sound she makes when she comes all over my fingers and tongue. I can’t get enough of her. Sure, I’m a guy who’s attracted to a woman, so of course I want nothing more than to sink into her hot, tight cunt. But at the same time, I’m completely content to just make her come. Every time I give her attention, she soaks it up like she’s dying of thirst. She eats up every compliment like she’s starved. And all I want to do is nourish the fuck out of her by bringing her pleasure and giving her the happiness she deserves.

“Yeah, you can touch it,” I tell her, taking a small step forward. She’s lying on her belly, her elbows holding her up with her plump ass and smooth back on display. Her bra is still on, but her tits are spilling out of it, exposing her pink nipples. Her legs are cross-legged, dangling in the air. If I wouldn’t look like such a perv, I would pull my phone out and snap a picture of her so I never forget how she looks right now. So goddamn beautiful, and all. Fucking. Woman. How she can even begin to compare herself to Shea is fucking stupid. Yeah, Shea is skinny and blond, and she’s definitely easy on the eyes, but she isn’t even in the same league as Quinn.

Tightening her fingers around my shaft, Quinn runs her sexy mouth across my Prince Albert piercing. A smidge of precum drips out and lightly coats her lips. I watch as her curious tongue darts out to taste it just before she parts her lips and gives the head of my dick a soft kiss. I groan, and she smiles a shy smile. Gently closing her mouth around my piercing, she tugs on it playfully, glancing up at me from under her thick lashes. Her tongue darts out and licks my slit, and I nearly come on the spot. Watching her explore my body is a fucking turn on. Not just because she’s touching me, but because I can see it in her eyes as she becomes more comfortable with herself, with me.

“I want to suck you,” she says, “but…” She sighs softly, and her eyes fill with liquid. What the hell just happened?

“Hey.” I pull her up so she’s kneeling on the bed. “What’s going on?” My eyes dart back and forth between hers.

“I don’t want to bring him up…” Her gaze drops down, and she doesn’t even have to finish for me to know this is about that piece-of-shit.

“Tell me,” I insist. “We can’t get past it if I don’t know.”

“He said I wasn’t good at it. I think…” She inhales then exhales. “I think maybe he cheated on me because I wasn’t good at satisfying him.” She bites down on her bottom lip, and it takes everything in me not to punch the drywall in. What man makes a woman feel like she isn’t perfect? Makes her feel as though she can’t do anything right? Single-handedly takes her confidence and self-esteem and destroys it? A piece-of-shit asshole who needs to bring his woman down, in order to make himself feel better, that’s who.


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