"She was wrong for me on so many levels. For one, she belonged to another, and could never be mine. But even I, was powerless in the face of raw seduction and fiery heated encounters..." Quillon Ivante.
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"It's a truth universally acknowledged t...
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"The day I met you I knew that this was not going to be just for a day. I knew that I will see your sweet face every day, that I will know you and live with you for the rest of my life." -Esther Dibie💕 ____________________________________
NICCOLE'S POV
"Good?" That was Quillon, his voice coming from behind me. Concern etched into it.
I inhaled, knowing that he only wanted to know if I was okay. And yeah, I was.
"Yeah. Good."
"Alright," he exhaled, his hands squeezing the globes of my ass. I pressed my face into the bed. "I'm going to taste you Niccole. Lick you off. From where I'm sitting, your juices are practically dripping, begging for my tongue. And then when you're at the edge, just about to climax, I'm going to stop, and then ram straight into you, embedding my cock as far as I can, inside of you, so that when you finally do come, it's going to be with your pussy around my cock, milking it, and you screaming my name."
"Wh...at? Oh fuck, Quillon" I was visibly trembling, his words were like fiery coals, heating up my skin, and I groaned, over and over again into the pillow underneath me, helplessly, as those words keep replaying in my head.
"Do you want that, Niccole? Say the word. Tell me just how much you want it"
"Yes, Yes Quillon. That's what I want. I want it" I pant. My heart was hammering against my chest; frantic, excited. Just the thought of Quillon tasting me, being inside of me, had the ability to get me to this point. Get me this worked off, like I was on fire... It made me feel so hotter than I'd ever been. There was evidently something wrong with me. When it came to this man. Only when it came to this man.
And then he began, slowly lapping and sucking off my juices, increasing his tempo, occasional bites, his tongue switching from circling my aroused clitoris to dipping inside of me. Lap, suckle, lap, suckle, in, out, in, out
And he was right. It really didn't take me long, to start screaming out his name. It was like a reflex action. I wasn't thinking about it, when I screamed out. I only knew... I had to.... No, needed to... Luckily, the pillow muffles most of the guttering sound coming from my mouth, the blind fold, the fact that I couldn't move simply because he'd said so, made everything feel so heightened. Every touch managed to feel more inflamed than the last and the last two. Every fevered stroke of his tongue brought me to a point of combustion any human couldn't possibly be at and still be alive. I was on fire! And I expressed that as much as I could, in my screams, in my moans, in the writhing mass of my body. He was a drug and I couldn't get enough. Until finally, I reached that point. The point he'd predicted. The point of orgasm. And yes, to my horror, he did stop, just as he'd said he would. But my body also felt expectant, because it ultimately knew what was coming next.
I all but jumped when he finally drove himself fully to the hilt, straight inside me. The wait had been killing me. My body had been too expectant. As he begins his fast-paced movements, he manages to tear out one more scream of his name, from my lips, despite my now raw and scratched-up throat. plunge-and-retreat, plunge-and-retreat, he sets up a fast-paced rhythm without stop. Going at it like a crazed bull. When had sex ever become this good? For the life of me, I couldn't remember any other. Just Quillon. Only Quillon. I was truly and utterly screwed!
