Chapter 20

CHAPTER TWENTY

DECLAN

As I leisurely work my fingers in and out of her, I repeat my question, "What happens when you don't wait for her permission?"

"I get corrected,Sir." Quinn slides back into the role of my submissive with ease and comfort. Like she never left.

"Maybe I rub this little spot"—I smirk, leaning on her lower stomach and firmly curling my fingers upward along the soft, spongy part of her walls—"and make that pretty little pussy of yours gush until you've soaked us both."

Leaning forward, I lick through the sweet droplets of liquid on her stomach and down to her clit. "But… maybe denying you for hours will be a better reminder." She whimpers as I circle the tip of my tongue around her clit with a feathery touch at a torturously slow pace. Her hips buck, futilely seeking a heavier touch and my tongue on her clit.

"Or for being so eager"—my words vibrate against the swollen lips of her cunt—"I'll make you give me more of what you so greedily needed." What I fucking need. I dive face-first between her thighs, sucking her already sensitive clit into my mouth and massaging it with my tongue. Matching the slow rhythmic curl of my fingers, I place long, wet kisses against her cunt as I continue to sweep the flat of my tongue through her.

Her bound leg begins to tug at her binding as both of her thighs tremble uncontrollably. Breathy moans blow over her lips as she writhes against my mouth. She's on the brink and fighting so hard to stave off the orgasm I'm demanding from her."Come for me."I kiss the demand against her between swipes of my tongue."Come until you've soaked my face and the only thing you can think about is being filled with my cock."

Increasing the speed of my fingers, I demandingly suck on her hard little clit. She screams out in pleasure, her delicious release flooding my mouth and dribbling down my chin as she comes. The satisfaction I get from making her come causes me to groan against her, and she whimpers from the vibrations. I keep her coming on my fingers and tongue until her entire body is quivering, and she painfully whimpers, "I can't…"

"You can't?" I pull my glistening fingers from her and tenderly rub them over her sensitive pussy as I speak. "Does that mean you need to use your safe word? Or do you need a second to find your words so you can tell me what you want?"

The tight peaks of her nipples rise and fall with her fast, heavy breaths. With my eyes locked on hers, I wait patiently for her answer. "Your cock." The breathless words bubble from her lips. "I need your cock,Sir."

Unbuttoning my pants, I push them down my thighs and ask, "And where do you need it?"

"In my pussy," she exhales as I climb over her and press the thick head of my tip to her slick entrance.

"Tell me again," I demand, denying us both the pleasure of pressing inside of her.

"I need your cock in my pussy,Sir."

After resting my lips against hers, I inch my cock into her until I'm buried to the hilt. Fuck! She feels better than I remember. A smile tugs at my lips as I groan, "Such a naughty fucking mouth on such a good girl."

Claiming her mouth, I draw back my hips and slide back into her. I want to take my time. I want to go slowly and savor this moment, but I find my hips thrusting harder and faster as though they have a mind of their own. Relentlessly, I drive into her quivering cunt; grunts and moans fill the room as she comes again. She clenches around me, causing me to come, and a guttural moan billows from my lungs. "Fuuuuck!"

With my cockspasming,I ride out my release and pump into her until she's milked every drop of cum from me. "Fuck," I blurt in abrief momentof clarity.I wasn't preparedfor this; there haven't been condoms in this house in years. I meant to pull out, but I couldn't have stopped if my life depended on it. "I shouldn't have come in you."

"It's okay," Quinn softly comforts me with a chuckle as Ibegin to undothe sash. "I'm not anineteen-year-oldvirgin anymore, Declan. I'm athirty-four-year-oldwoman; I have birth control handled."

"You shouldn't have told me that." I hesitate to undo the belt around her wrists as I wrap her legs around my waist. "Now I want to keep you tied up and fuck your tight little cunt until you're full of my cum."

Quinn's legs tighten around my waist, silently letting me know she wants more and pulling my already hardening cock against her.

She always was fucking insatiable.

Getting reacquainted with each other, we spend the rest of the day and the entire night in her bed. We fuck mercilessly—like we're making up for years inthe span ofa few hours. When I'm not buried inside of her, she's nuzzled against me with my arms wrapped around her, talking about everything and nothing until the moment our exhaustion overtakes us both.

"Walking away… The way I've fucking treated you since you moved in, trying to make you hate me because I knew I didn't have the strength to keep us apart." Quinn's face rests on my chest as I talk and leisurely dust my fingers over the curvature of her spine. "I was a fucking idiot, mochéadsearc."

Quinn lifts her head and props herself onto her forearms across my chest. Cocking her head to the side, she quips, "Maybe don't be a fucking idiot anymore,Sir."

For the first time in longer than I can remember, I let out adeep,hearty laugh as I cup her bratty little face. Pulling her down to me, I press my lips to hers so I can claim her mouth again.