Page 47 of The Commander

“Enough.” I keep our eyes locked as my mouth crashes down on hers.

God.

Yes.

Her soft lips part willingly, as I knew they would, and as my tongue sweeps inside, she responds. Hungrily. Quinn presses her tits against my chest as I lift her, my hands under her thighs. The heat of her pussy grinds against my abs, and I moan inside her mouth.

Laying her under me on the bed, only then do I lift my head, releasing her mouth.

“Noah.” Her voice half pleads for me to let her go and the other half to keep going.

I know it.

She knows it.

But the choice will be hers. I will never take away her control. Nudging her toward what we both want? Yes.

God knows the night she planted her sweet mouth on mine many years ago, she took me by surprise. Any other woman, I would have lifted her onto my motorbike, floored it home and fucked her as if it were our last night on earth.

I couldn’t.

I was her commanding officer.

One who jerked off to the sight of her pussy much later. But that’s a secret I will take to my grave.

“Quinn. Let me have you,” I rasp, letting her see how much I want her, letting her feel it as I run my finger down between her breasts. “Let me pleasure you.”

Her eyes are glossy. “I can’t.”

“Yeah, you can.” I slide my hand up her leg and feel her shudder. When I reach her panties, I tug the fabric aside and brush my fingers over her clit.

“God,” she cries, arching into me.

“Jesus,” I curse, my cock throbbing, desperate to be inside her tight hot sheath. “I need to taste you, Quinn. Here.”

Her mouth parts, and she swallows as her resistance weakens. I rub the hard nub and then glide my fingers through her moist folds.

She’s soaking.

Licking my lips, I cup her face and kiss her long and hard, still keeping up the stimulation between her legs. Her body trembles with need beneath me, urging me on.

“You can tell me to stop, or you can let me eat your pussy and make you come. Do you want that, baby?”

“Noah,” she pleads.

I move down her body, shifting her leg and removing her clothing. Then I part her thighs and let out a groan as I take in an uninterrupted look at her glistening pussy. The one I’ve dreamed about, fantasized about for so long.

Now I’m going to consume her like she’s a Thanksgiving turkey and I’m starved. Crushing my mouth to her mound, I swipe around her wet folds, claiming her with every lap, and then nibble on her clit.

Quinn moans and lifts her hips, but I still her with my hands and ravish her.

All of this is mine.

My tongue swirls through her juices, and as my eyes flicker open, I watch Quinn reach out both hands and clutch the sheets.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”

I bet Mark doesn’t make you scream the way I’m about to.