Quinn’s POV

My body ached.

It ached for more. More of his sweet cock. I mean who fucked that good? I’d done most of the work but it had felt incredibly good having him inside me.

Now as I laid beside him on the kitchen floor, my body craved for more.

“Are you still alive?” I asked.

He hadn’t said a word since we stopped. He just lay by my side very still.

“I’m trying to be.”

I grinned. He was going to have to try harder because I wasn’t done yet.

I had his dick in my hand. A pulse throbbed. His dick hardened into granite.

My eyes flashed...