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North

She shouldn’t have said yes.

Quinn should’ve slammed the door in my face, told me to fuck off, and stayed wrapped in whatever pathetic little cocoon she’s built to keep herself safe. But she didn’t. Instead, she followed me, and with every hesitant step behind me, she was giving me exactly what I wanted: her.

“You’re shaking, Do you need something, baby?” I murmured, my fingers lingering against her cheek. We were deep enough for the water to cover her rock-hard nipples. Didn’t stop me from reaching out to touch, though. “Like this?”

She hissed as my free hand covered her breast. “It’s just cold,” she said quickly, but her voice betrayed her, trembling with something else entirely.

“Liar,” I said, my lips curling into a smirk as I leaned in closer. Instead of mocking her, I told her a truth I’d been trying to hide. “You’ve been on my mind all week, rabbit.”

“Somehow, I doubt that,” she said, her tone sharp but unsteady.

I laughed, low and rough, and grabbed her wrist, dragging her hand under the water to press against my cock. The breath hitched in her throat, her eyes widening as her fingers instinctively curled around me.

“Still doubt it?” I asked, my voice dropping as I leaned closer, my lips brushing against her ear. Not even the cold water was enough to cool the blood pumping to my dick. “My cock’s been as hard as a fucking rock ever since you came on my mouth. I want to taste you again, Quinn.”

Her breath came faster, her chest rising and falling against me as she stared at me, her lips parted. “Then do it,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The words hit me like a shock, igniting something dark and insistent in my chest. I closed the distance between us, my mouth capturing hers in a kiss. It was rough, demanding, a clash of teeth and tongues as I pressed her body against mine.

Her hands found my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she kissed me back with a desperation that only fueled the fire in me. I wanted to consume her, to mark her, to make her mine in every way.

My hands slid down her sides, gripping her hips under the water as I pulled her closer. Her skin was soft and slick, and I couldn’t stop myself from exploring every inch of her, memorizing the way her body responded to me.

“Fuck, Quinn,” I muttered against her mouth, my voice rough and raw. “You’re going to drive me insane.”

Her only response was a soft, breathless moan, her body arching into mine as the water rippled around us, carrying the sound away.

For a moment, the rest of the world disappeared. It was just us, the water, and the stars above, and I couldn’t remember why I’d ever wanted to push her away—then I lost my balance, and she pulled back with a yelp that made my cock even harder.

“You’re not gonna drown,” I said, the smirk tugging at my lips impossible to suppress.

“I know that,” she muttered, her tone defensive, but her arms crossed tight over her chest.

“You look like you’re actually enjoying yourself,” I said, my voice low. She froze, turning toward me with a small, shy smile that made my chest tighten.

“I am,” she whispered as the space between us shrank even further. I didn’t stop until I was close enough to see the droplets of water clinging to her eyelashes, the way her wet hair stuck to her neck. My hand came up without thinking, brushing back strands sticking to her face. Her skin was warm under my fingertips, soft, and I let my touch linger longer than I should’ve.

I didn’t answer, just kept my gaze on her tits and the way her arms made them that much more enticing. The moonlight hit her skin, and I forced myself to keep my breathing steady. I wanted her tits in my mouth about as much as I wanted to thrust my dick between them. Her bare body was softer than I expected, delicate in a way she’d tried to hide under baggy clothes and stubborn glares.

“Pity you can’t walk around like this more often,” I said, my voice low as I bit my lip, fuck, but she was a treat. “You look better like this.”

I’d been on the edge ever since she walked in, the lake hugging her thighs, her waist, then rising to her chest. The way it clung to her, outlining every curve she tried to hide under her oversized clothes, had made me swallow hard. I still couldn’t believe it.

Little step-sister had curves for days.

I wanted her in my bed for days.

Quinn’s head snapped up, her hazel eyes wide and disbelieving. “You’re such an ass,” she breathed, but she let me pull her closer, wrapped her legs around my waist. My cock bumped against her pussy and she shivered.

The temptation to just reach out and grab her was overwhelming, so I did, settling my palm on the warmth of her. “Did you shave for me, rabbit?” I crooned, walking us to the shore as I touched and patted her wet cunt. Her pussy was smooth, and I let out a rumble of approval. “You weren’t this bare when I saw you last time.”

“I-I did,” she stammered, holding onto me tighter. My hands slid down her back, gripping her hips as I guided her out of the water backwards. The night air biting our skin as I laid her down on the cool, damp earth, fitting myself between her legs. Her breath hitched when my fingers skimmed her ribs, following a path to her breasts. I couldn’t wait to taste them.

“Did you miss my touches that much, rabbit?” I murmured, my voice rough as I continued onwards, dragging my palms up to her shoulders, then along her arms until I caught her hands in mine. “Or were you just very hopeful we’d end up here again?”

She blinked, her lips parting in surprise, her breaths shallow. “N-neither,” she stammered, but her voice was shaky, her eyes betraying her. I caught the way they darted to my mouth, the hesitation, the unspoken need.

I let out a low, rough laugh, dark amusement curling in my chest as I dragged her trembling hands to my hard cock. Her gasp filled the space between us, sharp and vulnerable, and I couldn’t stop the grin that spread across my face.

“Remember what you did last time?” I murmured, my voice dropping as I knelt between her legs, grinding her soft palm against me, slow and deliberate. Her fingers curled instinctively, and I thrust into her grip, watching her reaction with feral satisfaction. “I’m going to paint your pussy white, rabbit. Then I’m going to bury my face between your legs and make you scream my name until the lake remembers it.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep, crimson red, but she didn’t pull away. Her lips trembled, parting as if to protest, but instead, she whispered, “Then do it.”

The permission unraveled something dark and possessive in me.

I didn’t waste another second. My mouth was on hers, hard and demanding, swallowing the small sound of surprise she made. She stiffened for half a second, but I didn’t give her a choice, deepening the kiss, claiming her mouth the way I’d been craving since the first time I tasted her. My tongue slid against hers, coaxing and commanding, my teeth nipping at her lips as I pulled her closer.

Her body trembled against mine, the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breath—she was the fuel to my fire. I kissed her harder, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her into me like I could mold her to my body.

“I think you’re starting to like this,” I growled, my lips brushing against her ear as I trailed kisses down her neck. The sound of her breath hitching made my chest tighten, and I couldn’t hold back the smirk that followed.

Her breath stuttered, but she managed to shoot back, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

A dark chuckle rumbled through me, shaking my shoulders. “Bet no one’s made you cum as hard as I have.”

Her lips parted, but this time, there was no retort. Just a sharp gasp as my mouth found her collarbone, trailing lower, leaving a path of heat against her skin. My hands moved instinctively, exploring her body, gripping and teasing, memorizing the curves that had been hidden from me for too damn long.

Her hand was still on me, pleasuring me with short, hesitant strokes that screamed of inexperience. That only made my cock harder, my desire sharper, the need to ruin her consuming every rational thought I had left.

“Work me harder, rabbit,” I muttered, my voice rough with arousal as I gripped her thigh to hold her steady. “I’m not gonna break.”

Her chest rose and fell in rapid rhythm, her lip caught between her teeth as she pumped me harder, her movements growing bolder. A hiss escaped me as her other hand found my balls, her touch firmer than I expected, and I felt my control slipping.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I groaned, my head falling to her shoulder for a moment as I felt the pressure building fast, raw and overwhelming. “You’re gonna make me lose it, baby.”

Her grip tightened, her strokes more deliberate now, and I growled low in my throat, the sound vibrating against her skin.

“I’m getting close,” I warned, my voice strained, and I pushed onto one elbow, leaning over her, trapping her beneath me. My free hand found her jaw, tilting her face so I could see the flush on her cheeks, the way her lips parted in anticipation.

“Let me go,” I ordered roughly, my tone leaving no room for argument. “And spread those legs for me.”

She obeyed, her eyes wide, her thighs parting with a vulnerability that sent a jolt of possessiveness through me.

“Good girl,” I murmured, my hand wrapping around my cock, slick from her touch, stroking roughly as I positioned myself above her. My breathing was ragged, my body tense as I worked myself harder, the ache building into something unstoppable.

“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth, my strokes growing faster. “Fuck, Quinn…”

Her eyes stayed locked on me, her breath catching as I let out a sharp groan, the release hitting me like a sucker punch.

My hips bucked, my cum painting her bare thighs and stomach, marking her like I’d wanted to from the moment I saw her getting into the water.

I stayed there for a moment, my chest heaving, my hand still loosely wrapped around my cock as the aftershocks ran through me.

“Look at you,” I muttered, my voice low and gravelly as I stared down at her, the mess I’d made on her skin glistening under the faint moonlight. “Fucking perfect.”

Her cheeks burned red, her lips trembling, but she didn’t shy away. Instead, she looked up at me with a defiance that sent another spark of desire through me.

“Are you really going to…” she trailed off, gesturing toward her pussy.

A dark smirk curled on my lips as I pulled myself down her body and opened her up wider. “Am I really going to…” I raised an eyebrow, mocking her as I pushed two thick fingers into her cunt and curled them against her g-spot. “Do this?”

Her eyes darkened with want and my smirk grew as I pushed my weight down on her thighs and positioned my face right in the thick of it. “Or this?” I taunted, flattening my tongue and swirling it around her clit.

Quinn let out a ragged moan.

“Spread your legs wider,” I told her, my tone rougher than I intended. She hesitated for a second, but then she obeyed, her legs butterflying under the pressure of my arms.

“Fuck, Quinn,” I muttered, dragging my thumb through her slick folds. “Do you know how pretty you look with my cum all over you?”

Her hips jerked at my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. I didn’t give her time to think, lowering my head and running my tongue over her.

She cried out, her hands flying to my head as I tasted her. Sweet, salty, addictive. A combination of us both. I couldn’t get enough, couldn’t stop the way I groaned against her, the vibrations making her whimper.

“North,” she gasped, her voice barely audible. Her hips bucked, and I gripped her thighs tighter, pinning her down as I licked and sucked, my tongue flicking against her clit.

Her moans grew louder, her breaths shorter, and when I slid a finger inside her, it didn’t take much for her to shatter. Her whole body shook, her cries muffled by the stillness of the night. I didn’t stop until her legs trembled and her grip on my curls loosened.

I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I looked down at her. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest heaving, and her eyes half-lidded.

“Think you can handle more, rabbit?” I purred, clutching my slowly stiffening cock. Her gaze snapped to mine, and for a second, I thought she’d smack me. Instead, she sat up, her cheeks burning.

“Wait,” she said, her voice soft. “I… I want to taste you this time.”

Her words caught me off guard, but I recovered quickly, leaning back on my haunches.

“You want to suck my cock, rabbit? Think you can handle it?” I challenged, my voice rough with arousal.

She nodded before pushing me onto my ass and kneeling in between my legs, her hands trembling as she reached for my cock and pumped it. I’d already cum once, but it didn’t take me long to harden with her attention.

I honestly wasn’t expecting her to go ahead with it. Girls normally hated the taste of cooling jizz while they were busy sucking dick, and my cum from earlier was dripping along my length as she took it in hand and took a deep breath.

The vulnerability in her movements sent a jolt of something unfamiliar through me, but I shoved it aside, focusing on the way her small hands wrapped around my cock.

When she took me into her mouth, I swore under my breath, my head falling back. She was inexperienced, awkward even, but the effort she put into it—her soft gasps, the way her tongue flicked against me—had me gripping her wet hair in my fist, my control slipping.

“Fuck, Quinn,” I muttered, my voice low and raw. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Her gaze flicked up to mine, her cheeks flushed as she took me deeper. I groaned, my hips bucking slightly, but I held back, letting her set the pace and doing my damndest not to wreck it. Her small hands wrapped around my cock, still sensitive from my release, and I let out one low groan after the other as she sucked on my crown then pulled off.

Her lips parted, soft and warm as they closed around me, and I swore under my breath, using my hand on her head to help her bob along my length—it was enough to drive me to the edge all over again.

“Fuck, Quinn,” I muttered, my voice raw as I guided her movements, my hands firm but gentle. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Her eyes flicked up to mine, wide and uncertain, but there was a fire there too. And that was all it took before I lost control and shoved my dick down her throat.

The sound of her choking sent me over the edge and I pressed more of myself into her and demanded in a rough growl, “Fucking swallow, rabbit.”

I couldn’t stand the thought of anything else.

Thankfully, she did. Her eyes were watering, and her nose was bumping against my pelvis but her throat worked me like a goddamn dream.

“Fuck!” I shouted, banging my fists on the ground to keep from hurting her. She pulled back on a ragged gasp then, and I should’ve felt like a dick for doing what I did, but I didn’t.

Then she pulled my sensitive head into her mouth again, and I was seeing stars as she flicked her tongue across my slit.

“Enough!”

When I finally pulled her back, both our chests were heaving. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her cheeks flushed as she met my gaze with surprising boldness.

“I didn’t think you had it in you,” I said, unable to catch my breath. She could fuck a man up with that mouth of hers.

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think,” she shot back, her tone shaky but defiant.

And fuck, if that didn’t make me want her all over again.