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“We are.”
Beck chuckles, his hands flexing on her waist as he pushes her back again. “You’re lucky I’m in a giving mood, then.”
“Am I?” she asks playfully.
I press my hands into my thighs, knees smarting from the hard floor beneath me. But I couldn’t care less—I’m so turned on, the pain only adds to the arousal coursing through my body.
He tugs on her hair and pulls her until his lips are at her ear, but his eyes are on mine. “Take off my pants, pretty girl,” he says huskily, “then be a good slut and sit on my face.”
Quinn gasps and pushes back to look at him. “You’re serious?”
“I don’t joke about suffocating on pussy.”
“But—”
He cups her face. “I’m a big boy, Quinn.”
He kisses her, using the magic of his tongue to coax her into relaxing before he speaks again.
“Let me taste you.”
He kisses her once more, deeper this time.
“Let me devour your sweet cunt while Noah chokes on my cock.”
What was stopping Quinn from immediately saying yes goes out the window, and she gets off Beck’s lap, working her dress and underwear off her body and kicking it away.
“Beautiful,” Beck admires. “You’re a lucky bastard, Noah.”
“I know,” I reply. “Both of us are.”
Beck stares at me for a long moment, appreciation in his dark-brown irises before Quinn steals his attention back, sure of herself now as she asks him to lift his hips. She makes quick work of Beck’s shorts, throwing them to the floor along with her dress.
“Remove your shirt, Noah,” he says while Quinn places her hands on the band of his boxers.
I do as he asks, the cool air of the room tempering my overheated body. I shudder as Beck’s cock bobs free from the confines of his underwear, my mouth watering at seeing it again. It’s not as long as mine, but it’s thicker—a lot thicker than I remember—and he’s uncut. A sexy jagged vein runs up the side of his shaft, and the broad crown peeks out, ruddy and swollen.
“Jesus.” Quinn steals the word right from my mouth. “I knew you’d be big, but I’m worried for Noah’s jaw.”
Beck fists his cock with a shit-eating grin, meeting my greedy gaze. “He can take it.”
I can, and I have. It does look bigger than I remember, and it’s been so long since I’ve sucked cock that I know I’m going to struggle. But I’ll love every second of it, especially because I’ll have the view of a lifetime while doing it.
Beck pumps his cock twice more before shifting back onto the bed until he’s in the middle of the mattress, gesturing for Quinn to join him.
My cock strains for me to touch it as I watch the round globes of her ass and dimpled thighs jiggling with every movement. She sits next to him for a moment, and they speak in tones so low and hushed that I can’t hear what they’re saying.
He kisses her sweetly before lying back on the bed, head flat against the mattress. In front of my eyes, Quinn transforms into the woman I’ve been meeting over the last few days, one full of confidence and the ability to say what she wants and needs.
She carefully straddles Beck’s head, settling her plump pussy over his face and placing her hands on his chest for purchase so she’s in a reverse cowgirl position.
“Oh, god,” she moans. “Fuck!
Quinn’s face melts into pleasure, her breasts swaying. With a broken cry, she digs her nails into Beck’s torso. The dark hair there trails downward, drawing the eye straight to his impressive cock, even more swollen with need now.
Beck’s muffled demand reaches my ears. “Sit. All the way, pretty girl.”
Quinn’s muscles strain, and it’s obvious to me that she’s intentionally preventing herself from fully sitting on Beck’s face. But he was clear with his request. When she doesn’t immediately relax, he smacks her thigh, the slap making my cock twitch.
