Quinn's POV
"What if I want this?" she asked quietly, still staring into my eyes. "It's also part of taking care of me…" she fluttered her lashes at me, grinding once more and I knew I was gone. I could never say no to her when she looked that way and when she was asking so well.
My hand that had been on her hip traveled to her waist, fingering the waistband of her cotton panties, while my other hand slipped through the hem of her top to cup her breast in my palm, circling my thumb on her hard nipple.
"Are you sure you want this, baby?"
"Yes, please," she purred, and I didn't need to hear her say it twice.
I gripped her panties hard, yanking them until they snapped, and I tugged at the material, discarding them to the ground.
"You want that thick cock, don't you?" I growled, rolling my hips and she gasped. "Come on, take it out and sit on it. Ride me like the good girl you are, Princess,"
