without toys. Just her mouth. That was all she needed. Dallas
rocked against her so hard, mewling and panting, tugging
against her hair until her scalp burned, that the bar stool she
was on rocked and just about tipped over. Quinn steadied it by
setting her hands on it instead of on Dallas, but she didn’t stop.
“God, wow, oh my God, please don’t stop,” Dallas begged.
She trembled on the stool, her legs actually vibrating with
every pass of Quinn’s tongue.
Quinn did stop then. She moved back slightly and just
stared at Dallas. She’d never had the courage to do that either,
and she wanted to. She remembered what Dallas had said
about just looking at her all day, and she could do that. No.
No, she couldn’t. It would take too much discipline not to
touch her, and Quinn was absolutely sure she didn’t have it in
her.
“Should I keep going?” Quinn asked with pretend
innocence. She knew it was wicked, but she couldn’t help it.
Dallas looked at her, her face actually contorted with her
need. It wasn’t a bad contorted. It was a gorgeous contorted.
The kind of contorted that made Quinn ache even more
fiercely between her legs.
“Yes,” Dallas said. “If you want to.”
“If I want to.” Quinn rolled her eyes. “That’s like asking
me if I want ice cream or chocolate, or other delicious things.
Of course I want to.”
Quinn gripped Dallas’ leg with one hand and pushed
her panties aside with the other. Quinn licked every bit of
Dallas, tasting her from top to bottom again. It was different
this time, without the underwear in the way. She used her
tongue, pushing it up inside of Dallas until Dallas actually let