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My pussy was soaked in my own juice, I didn't want to wait anymore, he needed to be inside me.

The brief thought that my father could be home any minute flashed into my skull. A second of fear hit my stomach, the ball of knots loosening quickly as he curled two fingers into my heat, thumb tapping against my nub.

Slowly, he caressed my clit. My walls gripped his fingers, not wanting him to stop, not letting him remove them completely.

My juice dripped over his hand, as he pulled his fingers out quickly, and lifted them to his lips. “Mm,” he moaned, draping my cream over his tongue.

“Fuck me.” I demanded.

I was standing on my toes as he released my thighs, the loss of support causing me to sway. My legs were shaking and warm with need, gripping the wall, I regained my balance.

Quinn leaned out of the curtain, the reminiscent sound of a wrapper tearing broke into my ears. Turning to face me, his large cock now wrapped like a present.

All he needs is a bow,I thought to myself, giggling lightly under my breath.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing, just had a thought is all.” My eyes shifted from his cock to his face.

“Really?A thought?”His brow raised, unsure of where my smirk had come from. “Time to wipe that thought off your face,” he said, inching towards me, eyes smiling.

Yanking my wrists into one hand, he spun me around. The wet strands of hair whipped against his chest with a smack. Forcefully, he tugged my hands down into the small of my back, my ass lifting up on reflex.

“Let's see that smile now.” His lips brushed against my ear with his whisper, tingles dancing across my body as a gasp stole my voice.

The smooth swollen tip of his cock pressed against my pussy. Spreading me wide open, he slowly glided inside. My pussy tightened around him, squeezing harder the deeper he went.

Thrusting himself all the way, his balls hit my sweet spot. “Shit, Doll, your pussy's tight. Can you handle all of this?” His hand gripped my ass, digging into the tensed muscle.

Palming the cold tile, I moaned loudly as his pace quickened, each thrust being followed by the slap of wet skin.

Grunting with passion, his hand coiled inside my hair, snapping my head back as his cock drove deeper. My body became fuzzy as he pushed me to climax, thighs shaking, every piece of me writhing under his control.

“Fuck, Quinn! Mm.” Biting my lip, the teeth pierced the dampened skin. My pussy pulsed around his cock, milking him as I came.

“That's my favorite part, fuck,” he groaned, cock thickening inside me. With one final thrust he lost it, his body trembled against my back.

Even behind the condom I felt him shoot his cum, his length jolting inside me, throbbing as he filled it pulse after pulse.

Twisting to look up at him, his muscles were tensed as he let his head fall onto my shoulder. Breathing heavily, he held us both up against the wall.

If he had let me go in that moment, my knees would have buckled, and I would have dropped to the floor.

Lifting his head, he peered into my eyes. “Thanks for breakfast, babe.” Smiling, he chuckled under his breath.

Bursting out laughing, I turned to smack his shoulder. “Yeah, real sweet. You know just how to swoon a lady.”

Stepping back, Quinn glanced down, and his smile quickly vanished. “Fuck.”

“What?”

Holding his hand out, he gestured to his cock. “That.”

My heart stopped. I was staring at his cock, but not a covered, protected piece of his body... It was bare skin, the rubber rolled up, and wrapping the base of his shaft like a fucking cock ring.

“Fuck.”

“That's what I just said.”