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Her lips part. A look of surprise is on her face, which turns to lust when I run my hands up her calves, then continue up the backs of her legs, lifting her skirt with the momentum. I squeeze her ample butt cheeks, move up further, then move my hands over her hips and across her lower belly, working my way back down the front to her inner thighs. I go slowly, very slowly, giving her every opportunity to back away or stop me, but she does neither. Instead, she swallows, then parts her legs further, giving me better access. I slip my hand up and under the seam of her wet panties, and when I brush up against her slit, she shudders. And when I stuff three fingers inside her, she cries out and grabs at my head.
She tries to pull at my hair, but since I have a military-style crew cut, it means her nails scrabble across my scalp. A flash of pain stabs my neck. It clears my mind further. Turns my already rigid muscles to granite. My senses sharpen; my vision tunnels.
This… This is why I was put on this earth, to make this goddess come. To keep her happy and fulfilled and satisfied and ensure she’s never goes a few hours without an orgasm.
I pull aside her panties with my other hand, then slide my palm around to cup her butt, both to stabilize her and so I can feel the give of her flesh. She’s not skinny, my Raven; she’s exactly how I like her to be. Curvy, sensuous, and with enough jiggling bits I can hold on to as I ravish her.
I weave my fingers in and out of her, and she gasps. And when I press my thumb into the nub between her pussy lips, she throws back her head.
"Q, please, please, please," she chants.
"Do you want to come?"
She nods.
"Good, because I want you to spray that sweet cum of yours all over my face." I pull out my fingers and replace them with my tongue and lips. I use both my hands to squeeze her butt cheeks and angle her so I can flick my tongue in and out of her, in and out.
She whimpers, moans, and wails. I note, she wails again. I store the sounds in my memory, knowing nothing has sounded more erotic to me than the sound of her helpless gallop toward her orgasm.
I keep my gaze on the curve of her neck, the way she writhes and moves her hips, meeting every thrust of my tongue. The way she pushes her cunt into my face, knowing I can satisfy this hunger within her. I eat her out, and slurp at her pussy lips, and when I squeeze apart her butt cheeks, she moans. When I play with her forbidden hole, she gasps.
Her eyelids flutter open, and she looks down at me, with my thumb inside her back channel and my tongue inside her cunt. She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out. All the better, for then, I close my mouth around her swollen clit, while releasing my hold on her butt long enough to stuff four fingers of my other hand inside her pussy. And when I twist those fingers and touch her G-spot while stuffing my thumb past the ring of muscle of her back hole to stimulate her A-spot, she cries out and orgasms.
The gush of cum from between her thighs flows into my mouth. I lick it up, tasting it and swallowing every last drop. And when she sways, I straighten her panties and her skirt, then rise to my feet and haul her up in my arms. I stalk toward the doorway, pausing to scoop up her handbag on the way out.
She manages to crack open her eyelids and look up into my face. "Where are you taking me?"
“Home.” I kiss her forehead. “I’m taking you home.”
18
Vivian
I should protest and say I want to stay here. But I can’t. I don’t want to face Felix again today, and I don’t have anywhere else to go. I could stay with Zoey, but I don’t want to impose on her. Which leaves me with… Q’s place, as the most logical place to move into.
"This doesn’t mean anything," I whisper.
"It means everything." He smirks.
When I squirm in protest, he tightens his arms about me. "Relax, Raven. You need a place to stay as you’ve, no doubt, concluded, and I have more than enough space for the both of us. Besides, you're going to marry me and move in with me, so why delay the inevitable?"
I slap at his chest, not caring when he winces. "Here I was thinking, perhaps, you’re not all ego?—"
"But I am." He shrugs.
"—you say something that confirms you’re the most obnoxious man I’ve ever met."
"I’ll take that as a compliment." He pulls open the door, despite the fact that he’s also carrying me, maneuvers us both through the doorway, then shuts it behind him, all without losing hold on me. Is there no end to this man’s talents?
I feel his chest planes flex and the muscles of his hard stomach coil as he descends the flight of steps to the main door. I wrap my arm about his neck and allow myself to admire the beauty of his visage from this angle. Not to mention, that musculature of his shoulders and the tendons of his neck, which stand out in relief. Every inch of this man invites me to touch, feel, lick, cuddle, and trace the dips and valleys of his physique.
"Why do you have to be so handsome?" I scowl.
"I was born this way."
For a second, I’m taken aback, then I burst out laughing. "I can't believe you said that."
He grins. "It may sound corny, but it’s the truth.” He hitches a shoulder. “I am charismatic enough to get my way, and it’s not something I try to hide."
