The Life Of Quinn Black | ✔️

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mature content...like all of it. I'm ashamed. What church do you guys attend?

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My back hit the soft comforter of the bed and Alexander wasted no time in crawling over me. His lips covered mine again as he began to ease my shirt buttons out of their holes.

He refused to take me to bed on the jet so we settled for non-stop kisses until we reached my bedroom. After I unintentionally dropped the bomb, he went into a complete haze. His eyes have yet to return to their usual light shade of blue, rather each time he looked at me, my skin jumped in the most exciting way possible.

His callused hands moved pleasingly over my breasts, kneading them in his hands as his tongue cajoled my own to play the game. I busied my hands with his slacks. I worked diligently in removing his belt and unbuttoning him. Upon feeling him, I moaned and Alexander tore away from my mouth to hiss, "Cazzo," His lips found their way to my neck as I worked my hand up and down his hardening shaft. "Oh shit, Quinn." My name slashed though his teeth.

"You like that?" I breathed, tightening my hold. 

"Mmm." I took it as a yes.

I moved my hand away for a moment to push him to his back and shift over him. I stared at his manhood. They said if you do this, you can't be shy...

"Quinn," Alexander held himself up with his forearms as he looked down at me. 

If I knew that if I hesitated-even in the slightest, that I would back out. So I brought my mouth over him and finally got a taste. Alexander wailed and his hips bucked violently. The bit of precum that dripped out was far from delicious, but the pleasure on this man's face was enough encouragement to go further. 

My head bobbed as I took in as much of him as I could. I tried my best to make it as pleasurable as possible, but it was obvious that I was lost. 

Where do I look? What the hell am I supposed to do with my hands? What if I bite him?

I stared at Alexander and watched his myriad of expressions, busied my hands by grazing them over his stomach, and thighs and did my best not to bite him although I'm pretty sure my teeth did collide. 

His groans filled the room and then I understood why some women were eager to do this. I held this man like putty in my hands. He writhed, bucked and swore all because of me. Alexander ground out incoherent words throughout, but then I heard him instruct me to use my hands. I wrapped in my hands and pumped while my mouth focused on the most sensitive part of him. I figured he would have been more verbal the first time, but then he was slow and patient. Now I worked him as fast as I could and his deep pleasurable noises filled the air.

"Fuck!" Alexander's whole body began to tense up. I gazed up at him, partly in question and partly in satisfaction. "Ay merda-Quinn! Wait!" Suddenly a thick, warm substance filled my mouth. It shot straight into my throat and in surprise, I removed him from my mouth and almost gagged.

The taste was...different. More salty than anything but also had a small hint of sweetness. It wasn't unbearable. 

When I finally looked back up at Alexander, his breathing was still ragged and uneven. His hands covered his eyes and I saw his lips move but his words were inaudible. 

His muscled thighs held traces of his orgasm along with my hand. I also felt some on my face that slipped down my neck and between my breasts. I smoothed a hand along his thighs and he shuddered, "Quinn, come here."

I crawled back over him and smiled in an unasked question. How was it? "Under normal circumstances, I would be concerned at how you did that so well," Alexander admitted thumbing away the mess on my face.

I guffawed. "You know I had no idea what I was doing-you're just saying that."

"It's what made it even sexier, cara." He leaned up on his elbows to kiss me. He then rolled us over before his lips trailed down my chin, past my collarbones and into the valley of my breasts. Holy... Could he taste himself?

He pushed my jeans and underwear down my legs and pulled them apart. I saw a satisfied grin spread across his lips at the sight of me. "Going down on me made you wet, Quinn?"

I didn't even mind the invisible blush that burned my cheeks. "So what if it did?"

Any little power that I thought I obtained, melted away as soon as he pulled me to his mouth by my thighs. Hands free, he brought me to an earth shattering orgasm that had me at the edge of the bed, shaking with the aftermath.

Without sparing any words he moved me to my stomach and then pushed me forward. I realized that we had yet to come out of our shirts although the buttons were all undone. It was only a passing thought as Alexander took hold of my hips and positioned me on my hands and knees. 

"Caro, what are-ah!" I yelped, not able to finish my question. He plunged straight into me, acting as if this wasn't only my second time. "Oh shit-hold on!" I cried.

I heard a deep chuckle behind me. He leaned down, his chest pressed against my back and either of his hands resting on my ass and breast when he whispered, "I love you too."

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no seriously. like, I need to go to church.