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pelvis sent my nerve endings dizzy with desire.
    “You taste gorgeous,” he said, tracing the seam of my lips with his tongue. “Like berries or sweets or something.”
    “Mm, raspberry tea.” I clung to his crisp white shirt as his fingers delved between my pussy lips. “Oh god, Quinn.” I shuffled my legs to spread them wider within the confines of my pants. “Yes, that’s good.”
    He pressed against my swelling clit and my knees turned weak. “Yes, that’s it. Just there.”
    He snaked his other hand around my waist and held me as he began wicked little rotations with just the right amount of pressure over my needy nub. Muttering something incoherent even to my own ears, I tilted my hips for more and let him support my body.
    He fretted and circled until I was panting and swollen then he whispered, “Turn around. Turn around, Ariane. I want to see your pretty ass.” 18
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    He lifted his fingers from me and I quickly did as he asked, my whole body buzzing and my breaths coming quick. Facing the stacked bales of straw, I tipped over, offering my naked rump.
    “Ah, the perfect celebration,” he said, smoothing his hands over my trembling flesh.
    Clutching a handful of straw, I turned and glanced up at his angular face cast in shadows. His lips were moist from our kisses and slightly parted as he looked down at me, exposed for his eyes and his touch. He slid his fingers into the cleft of my cheeks, over my anus to my pussy entrance. I let out a whimper of impatience. I needed him inside me, touching me. It was a need that was becoming more painful with each passing second that it wasn’t met.
    “It’s okay, baby, I’m here.” And with that he pushed two of his wonderfully long, elegant fingers into me high and firm, until his knuckles butted against my lips. I groaned and clenched around him. “You’re so wet for me,” he groaned. “So hot and wet you’re practically dripping.”
    “Yes, oh Quinn, I want you, I want your cock inside me, please now.” He didn’t reply. Instead he began to pump his fingers in and out, curling the tips so he rubbed against my G-spot. It felt so good, so deeply satisfying. But my clit needed attention too, so I dropped my fistful of straw and sent down my own hand to search out release.
    “Oh, that’s so damn sexy,” he muttered, pulling his fingers out. “I’ll never get enough of watching you touch yourself.”
    I heard the zipper on his pants then his heavy breaths were close by my ear, his chest just touching my back. I carried on masturbating, climbing to orgasm. Writhing on the straw bales, my breasts flattened against fronds that scratched the flesh of my stomach where my top had rumpled upward.
    Suddenly the wide head of his cock brushed my entrance.
    “Quinn,” I whimpered, naked desire making my voice as thick as treacle. “Please, fuck me.”
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    He placed his hands on either side of my head and curled his fingers around the bale as though holding it steady.
    He forged in, dominant, powerful and possessive.
    I cried out in delight and my knees collapsed as he rode to the hilt. Quinn’s cock, long and lean with his thickly rounded mushroom head, always rubbed my G-spot wonderfully from this angle.
    “Oh Jeez,” he grunted. “This is where I’ve wanted to be all damn day.” I couldn’t manage a reply. My whole body was lost to him, lost to the imminent climax his thrusting was building in me.
    “Fucking you is the best thing ever, Ariane,” he said then groaned, “I love you, I love you so much.”
    “I…I love you too,” I managed, arching my back and neck and fretting my clit harder, faster. “I love you. I love you, Quinn Gilbert.” Suddenly he pulled out. He lifted from my back and his fingers were all over me, in me, spreading my copious lubricating moisture from my pussy up and over my anus, circling the tight ring of muscle that led to my back entrance.
    “Relax,” he said in a voice so taut it could have