Page 45 of Sin for You
“N-no?”
“Nah, I decided we’d take things nice and slow. I haven’t been inside you yet, but you’re small, pussy tight as fuck. I’m a big man; I’d need to work you up good first, lick your pretty pussy until you scream. You know I love the way you taste, could go down on you every day and not get enough. I’d settle in, bury my tongue deep, lick and suck you, make you come over and over, get you nice and wet before I work my cock inside you.”
She whimpered.
“You got your hand in that G-string, sweets?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I was already naked, and dragged my hand down my stomach and fisted my dick. “How wet are you?”
“Oh God, Logan, so wet.”
“You still have the bra on?”
“Yes.”
I gripped the thick base and gave it a little twist before gliding up and back. I knew I shouldn’t ask what I was about to, but I couldn’t shut myself up. “Show me.”
“You want a picture?”
“The next few days are gonna be torture, Quinn. I need something, baby. You gonna give that to me?”
She was breathing faster. “Hang on.”
Anticipation shot through me as I waited. My phone beeped.
“I sent it. Did you get it?”
I put her on speaker and opened my messages, tapping the pic to make it bigger, and almost blew my load. This wasn’t just a picture of Quinn’s tits or her pussy. She’d held the camera above her so I got a full body shot. She lay on her bed, her free hand down the front of her G-string, breasts straining against the cups of her bra, hair splayed out on her pillow, and she was biting her lip.
“Fuck, Quinn, you look so sexy.”
“You think so?” she whispered.
I grunted and kicked off the sheet. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“It turned you on?”
“I’m fucking my fist right now, and all I can think about is tearing your panties off and sliding into that tight pussy.”
“Oh,” she said, that breathlessness back. “I’ve…I slid my finger inside and I’m imagining the same thing.”
“You’re gonna need more than one finger for that.”
She whimpered again. “Okay.”
“You close?” I gritted out.
“Yes.”
Thank fuck, because I was more than ready. “So hot, Quinn. So fucking hot. How many fingers do you have inside you now?”
“Two…ahhhh…”
“Can you fit in a third, sweets? Can you do that?”
“I’m not s-sure…oh God.”
