Maisie
Quinlan pulled out of me with a wet pop, and I gasped for air, thighs trembling on the ground as I tumbled from the high, insides still fluttering wildly around my fingers.
He tucked my hair behind my ear. "Jer's got a little something for you," he said softly.
And stepped around me. His fingers were wonderful in my hair, teasing my scalp gently one second and yanking back firmly, so that all I could see was Jericho towering above me.
Jericho canted his head to the side, amber eyes dragging over my face. And my breasts. Even here, his gaze felt like a touch, so real, it made me tighten all over again.
My fingers started to move again and a whimper tore from my throat as he took a step forward, until he was inches away from my lips. My tongue darted out of my mouth. "Please."
His strokes grew slightly out of control and he seemed to make a mental decision because warm spurts of cum slapped against my cheek, dribbling down my chin and onto my breasts.
