Quinn
Her thick black hair hung ruffled and unkempt against her
soft olive skin as she stared down at me with determination and coffee brown
eyes. “Are you close?” she whispered as
she searched for signs of my eventual surrender. I was, but I fought with every ounce of ache
and tension I could muster to stay thick in her velvet kiss. As I stared up at this magnificent creature
riding my desire I forgot completely about the fact that she was not mine and
never would be. I ignored the broken
trust and pangs of guilt that would eventually eat at me and I savored every
bit of her naked flesh as it smacked and pressed against me.
She could tell I was fighting my release and that drove her
mad. She wanted victory. She wanted me
spent inside of her. She wanted me to
lose what little control I had left.
Quinn sat back on her knees burying me further in her depths and swirled
her hips in such a way my restraint almost gave way. I bit my lip and grunted while tensing, denying
her efforts any reward and she laughed at my efforts. She laughed a wicked and
lustful laugh that sent shivers down my spine, igniting my skin and my insides.
