جميع فصول : الفصل -الفصل 7

The bass thumped through the floorboards as Quinn pushed through the velvet ropes. Her eyes immediately scanned the main bar area until they landed on her stepfather, Marcus. He was moving behind the counter with focus, bottles spinning and shakers flying. The neon lights caught the beads of sweat on his forehead and illuminated the tattoo peeking from beneath his rolled-up sleeves. Quinn sauntered over, hips swaying to the rhythm. She slid onto one of the bar stools, deliberately crossing her legs slowly, letting her dress ride up slightly higher than necessary. “Hi Marcus,” she said, her voice dripping with honeyed innocence. “Been thinking about you all week.” Marcus barely glanced up, his practiced bartender smile firmly in place. “Yeah right,” he said sarcastically. “What can I get you tonight?” “Something strong,” she replied, leaning forward so her cleavage showed. “I’m feeling particularly thirsty.” She ran her tongue slowly along her lower lip, watching as Marcus’s gaze

Marcus needed no further encouragement. His hands moved to Quinn’s hips, pulling her close to him. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, smell the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the musky aroma of their arousal. He leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss, his tongue exploring the warm, wet depths of her mouth. Quinn moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping Marcus’s shoulders as she pressed her body against his. She could feel his hardness straining against his pants. She wanted to feel him inside her, to finally fulfill the fantasy that had consumed her for so long. With a sudden burst of energy, she pushed Marcus away, turning around and bending over the arm of the couch. She glanced over her shoulder at him, her eyes filled with challenge and desire. “Fuck me, daddy” she said, her voice low and husky. “Right now. Make me feel like the dirty girl I am.” Marcus’s eyes widened at her boldness, but he didn’t hesitate. In one swift movement, he pulled down her pant

He didn't wait for a response before he crashed his lips against hers in a kiss that was desperate, hungry, and filled with years of repressed longing. Isabella let out a muffled moan, her arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer as if she wanted to merge their bodies. The kiss was entirely wild as their tongues clashed impatiently. Sebastian's hands wandered with a possessive urgency, gripping her waist and pulling her hips hard against his growing erection. Isabella arched her back, her nails digging into the fabric of his suit jacket, her breath coming in short gasps. They broke apart for a second, both panting, their foreheads resting against each other. "You know I really hate you," she whispered, though her eyes were wide with lust. "I fucking hate you too," he groaned, before diving back in, his mouth moving from her lips to her jaw, then down to the sensitive skin of her neck. He sucked a hard mark into the crook of her shoulder, and Isabella cried out, her head f

He licked and sucked with focused intensity, tongue circling her clit before dipping inside her to fuck her with it. Two fingers slid into her pussy, curling against her front wall while his mouth stayed locked on that swollen nub. Ivy's moans filled the room, a high and desperate tone."Luke—oh god—Luke—""That's it," he praised between licks. "Let me hear how good it feels, Ivy. Your pussy tastes so sweet I could stay here all day."Ivy came with a broken cry, thighs clamping around his head and her cunt pulsing around his fingers but Luke didn't stop. He worked her through it, gentling his tongue as the aftershocks rolled through her, then building her back up again until she came a second time, sobbing his name.Only then did he crawl up her body, settling between her spread thighs. "Look at me," he said softly.Ivy's eyes opened, looking a bit dazed."I want to fuck you," Luke said. "I want to be inside this perfect body but only if you really want it too. So tell me.""I want it