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“How… serious were you? Um, you have nice hands.”

I can tell he finds the questions tedious and annoying, but maybe he’s tolerating them because I’m asking so nicely.

“Not serious,” he grumbles as he teases his fingers up and down the lips of my pussy through the thin fabric.

“It’s just that…oh, god… your sister said you seemed to be obsessed with her. That you said you were ‘holding out’ for her. What does that mean?”

“What does it matter?”

“I just want to know. It sounds like… you were saving yourself for her.”

“I’m not a virgin,” he says dryly, “if that’s what you mean.”

“But maybe you were saving your heart for her?” I gasp as he pinches my clit through my panties. “Did you… love her?”

“Quinn,” he growls softly. He tugs at my hard nipple at the same time he fondles my clit, and a little moan slips out. I tremble, really trying not to completely lose it here. His eyelids lower. “Are you jealous, beautiful?”

My cheeks burn.He called me beautiful.

“Yes.”

He laughs, a low, sexy chuckle that makes my nipples even harder.

“That’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh,” I say nervously.

“That’s the first time you’ve said something hilarious.”

“Why is it hilarious?”

“Because,” he says hotly, pulling at my panties, “there’s no woman you should be jealous of right now.” He manages to slide them down and right off, tossing them across the room before I can fully process that I’m half naked. My dress is up around my hips, and he’s got me spread open again.

He lays his hands on my inner thighs, gently spreading me open with his thumbs, and says roughly, “This sweet pussy of yours is the only one that’s getting my mouth.”

He kneels down, his hungry gaze between my legs, and his mouth follows.

I gasp when his tongue flickers over my opening. And when it thrusts inside, I choke back a cry.

I mewl helplessly as his luscious lips meet my clit, followed by his devilish tongue. I buck from the sheer pleasure, and he presses me down with a hand flat to my belly.

Then he proceeds to ravage my clit and my entire pussy with his hot, ravenous mouth, as if the devil himself possessed him to do it.

He spears me with his tongue, then laps hungrily.

I moan and pant.

When he starts suckling my clit with intent, pleasure converges on that one sweet spot so fast, I’m shaking.

I dare to look down, and when I see his gorgeous face between my legs, his mouth on me, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks, I don’t think I can withstand the rush of desire. This bossy, controlling man on his knees, all his power focused on sucking me toward climax…

I make a ragged, desperate sound of pure pleasure and helplessness, and his eyes drag up my body to lock on mine.

The look of lust and satisfaction on his face does me in.

My pussy shudders, aching to be filled, and my clit pulses in his mouth.

He groans.

“Oh, god. Harlan.Fuck.I’m gonna?—”