**I was having a hard day. Every time I moved, shifted, or even bloody breathed, I was constantly reminded of the state of my nipples. Me: I really need come.I hit send. Biting my lips nervously.His reply was swift as though he'd been expecting that message.Ian Quinn: Okay, but then you forfeit your priceHe could be so mean sometimes. Me: You haven’t even told me what it is.I had a few guesses but nothing was confirmed. Ian Quinn: Now where’s the fun in that?Ah, crap. The thought of what it might be was just as stimulating as the actual stimulation I was receiving, if not more. Me: Ian…Ian Quinn: Yes, kitten?I made a whimpering in my chest and another text pops up under the last. Ian Quinn: How’s it feel baby?Me: Hard. And yes my nipples were hard, they were left in a constant state of hardness due to the clamp around them. I could almost hear his deep voice when I read his next text. Ian Quinn: Are you wet, kitten?My eyes fell closed and I typed and hit send. Me

“Mmm... Ian, please do that again” I begged. Turned out I didn’t need to ask because he was already at it, licking me and kissing me all over. His warm mouth felt delicious against my heated flesh, his tongue wet and slippery as he glided it along my slit, over my pussy, flicking it across my entrance. I’d never felt anything like it. Jesus, now I know why women loved this. My back left the bed and I laid back down, my fingers clenching and unclenching, I had no idea what to do with myself. It felt like heaven between my legs, nothing could possibly be better than this. Ian kissed me softly, deeply, hungrily, the tip of his nose bumping into my mound as he moved against my heated flesh he pulled me closer into him, tossing my legs over his shoulders as he lashed me with the heat of his tongue. “You’re delicious here kitten, fucking sweet, I could eat this pussy all day,” he kissed me with his tongue “So hot and wet,” He slipped lower and thrust his tongue against my ent

It’s past midnight and I’d returned from Kyle’s game an hour ago, the Hawks won but it was a though one, my heart was constantly in my throat whenever the other team had the ball I was so glad when it ended and happy for the guys I stayed back to congratulate them even Jackson as he had performed excellently. Kyle took the cake though, had hannah yelling at the top of her voice, I swear her yes were shining with what might have been tears at the end. But yeah, I got it, she was proud. I knocked once and poked my head into his office. “You busy?” “Not yet, how was the game?”“Good, nearly had a heart attack a few times” I tapped my chest walking further into the room. “Will you came next time? Well the next game won’t be at our school by the one after that I think?” I crossed around his table my eyes moved from his relaxed position on his leather chair to the lite up scream of his computer. He’s hovering outside a meeting, at the bottom it says seven people are already on the

Stuffing my purchase into my purse my hand slipped through his arm. “Did you see something you like?” "Yes, Kitten" he answered. I laughed when we came to a stop in front of an ATM. No more than thirty seconds later he was stuffing his wallet with a bunch of crisps hundred dollar bills. “You do realize I have my own money right? Lots of it actually” That's what being the majority shareholder of Morgan Constructions meant. that was why Eunice was on my neck, not to mention the hefty sum that got deposited into my account every month and there was my trust fund I hadn't so much as touched excluding my college expenses. He chucked me under the chin with his index finger. “When I’m with you, I pay” I just shook my head and followed him to the next vendor, I doubt I'd be able to convince him otherwise. The was an older woman with a more gothic vibe standing in front of a jet black curtain, a purple turban wrapped around her head to her eyebrows, and a matching robe sweeping the flo

I took a picture of my dessert and sent it to Hannah before scoping a large portion of chocolate cake into my mouth. After seeing not one but two movies gouging on popcorn and soda. With Ian making fun of me for a few escaped tears because of how emotional the ending of the second movie was. “Why do you like them so much if they make you sad?” He had asked when we left the theater. “I didn't cry because I was sad, but because it was so well portrayed it made me emotional, I guess” I looked at him over my shoulder, his face tipped down slightly as we walked outside, “What can I say, I’m a sucker for sad movies.” I wiped once more at the wetness clinging to my lashes. His hand fell to my hip and he pulled, “I know what would make you feel better. How about some chocolate cake? After dinner of course?” One thing with him he was determined to keep me fed, I haven’t eaten so much in one day as I have today. He was always: would you like some of that? That looks nice lets get some.