7
Quinn
A soft moan rises up my throat and Jagger swallows it down while his hands slide to my back, then he yanks me flush to him. I wind my hands around his neck, not pulling away, though I know I should. It’s impossible when our kiss is frenzied and hungry for the dormant fourteen years between this and our last one.
His hands run over my body like he’s on an exploratory mission, finally resting on either side of my face, when he slows the kiss down. His bulging erection presses into my stomach and our tongues slide and glide now rather than darting and pushing for control.
“I closed my eyes and imagined it was your n****e I was sucking. That’s the only way I could go through with it.”
A painful groan rumbles up from inside me and I grip the short strands of his hair harder.
“Afte
