Mr. Naughty And Mrs. Nice

Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

Quinn

“ W hat a lovely surprise!” Mom says after I introduce Jemma. “Quinn, you didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend!”

My dad grabs my shoulder and gives it a loving squeeze. “How long have you two been together?”

“Long enough to know she’s the one,” I say as I slide my arm around her. Her face lights up in a beautiful smile as she leans into me.

“We knew immediately,” Jemma says, smiling up at me. “It was like Cupid himself struck us with his arrow.”

“Well, I’m glad he has good aim,” my mom says, taking our coats and ushering us inside. The house is just how I remembered it—warm, cozy, and smelling of baked goods. Dad has a roaring fire going in the living room and mom has something delicious cooking in the oven. “Go warm up by the fire and we’ll bring you a little snack.”

“And some refreshments,” Dad says with a wink. “The strong kind.”

My mom and dad are the best hosts. They disappear into the kitchen as I bring Jemma into the cozy family room.

“Oh wow,” she says with a sparkle in her eye as she looks at the beautiful Christmas tree and at all of the stunning decorations along the fireplace. “I’m so happy to be here, you have no idea.”

I wrap my arms around her as she tears up.

“I was going to be home alone for Christmas,” she says as she looks at the sparkling tree. “Thank you for bringing me here, Quinn.”

I cup her cheek and tilt her mouth up, moaning when I catch a glimpse of her sexy little tongue behind those white teeth. I lean down and press my mouth to hers, loving the way her body melts against me.

We should have stopped at a hotel first. I can’t go another minute without being inside her. I want her so badly.

She moans as I kiss her deeper until she suddenly pulls away when my parents walk into the room, dishes clinking.

“Hey, there’s no mistletoe over there,” Dad says with a chuckle. He’s holding a bottle of wine and four glasses.

“I’m sorry,” Jemma says, pulling away with blushing cheeks.

“Oh, stop that,” my mother says, putting down a large tray onto the coffee table. It’s overflowing with slices of pound cake, date squares, and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. “I’ve been waiting forever to see my son in love. You kiss that boy all you want.”

Jemma takes my hand and squeezes it as we sit down on the couch. Dad pours the wine and mom offers my girl a cookie.

They ask her a million questions as I sit back and listen, admiring everything about her. By the time Dad is pouring refills, they’re as smitten with her as I am.

“We had set up your old bedroom,” Mom says as Dad tosses another log in the fire, “but I think you’d be more comfortable in the guest suite over the garage.”

There’s a king-sized bed and a private bathroom, plus it’s far enough from the rest of the house that no one but me will be able to hear my girl moaning late in the night.

We make our way up to the room while Mom and Dad stay back to finish up dinner.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me being here?” Jemma asks when I close the door of our room for the week.

“Because I can hop on a bus and head back,” she says as she looks around the room. “I would just need a ride to the bus station, or I guess I can order an Uber.”

I’m slowly walking toward her, my hungry eyes locked on her like a ravenous wolf stalking a helpless fawn.

“I’ll understand,” she says as she looks out the window. “It’s your family and I’m just a— Oh! ”

She swallows hard when she turns around and sees me approaching. Her sexy lips part when she sees the raging lust and unquenchable desire in my eyes.

“The only place I want you,” I growl as I grip her hips, letting her feel my strength, “is on the bed, naked, with your legs spread wide open.”

She swallows hard and shivers in my arms. Her breaths start coming out quick and raspy. I can feel her heart pounding in her chest.

“Your parents…” she says breathlessly as I start kissing her neck. Her head rolls back and she moans, submitting to me.

“They won’t bother us,” I say as I start walking her backward toward the bed.

“How do you know for sure?”

“My mom wants grandkids.”

She laughs.

I slide my hands down the back of her thighs and pull up her knees, dropping her onto the bed. She wraps her arms around me as I climb on top of her, kissing her lips, her neck, the top of her chest.

My cock is aching . I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard. I press my stiff shaft onto her little pussy and groan. I can tell from the sexy little whimpers and moans she’s making that she’s dripping wet right now.

My mouth waters as I kiss my way down her stomach.

“What are you doing?” she asks, breathing hard.

“You’re my girl now, Jemma,” I growl as I pull up her shirt and kiss her stomach. “And I’m going to do whatever I want.”

She drops back onto the bed and moans as I unbuckle her belt and pull down her zipper. My body throbs when I see her black panties peeking out.

“ Oh, Quinn ,” she moans as I grab her jeans and pull them down, sliding them off her bare legs. I toss them behind me and glide my hands up her calves, spreading her thighs when I arrive at her knees.

I lean in and inhale deeply, my mouth watering as I smell the delicious scent of her arousal.

There’s a wet spot on her mound and it nearly breaks me. I slowly slide her panties down with trembling hands as I keep my heated eyes locked between her legs.

“ Fuck ,” I growl when her delicious little pussy comes into view.

It’s glistening wet with soft beautiful folds hiding the most stunning shade of pink I’ve ever seen. I lick my lips as I gently run my thumb over it, parting her folds.

Her opening looks so tight. It looks virgin tight. My cock throbs as I stare at it in awe.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper as I lean in and softly kiss it. She moans and the sexy sound mixed with the syrupy taste of her pussy makes me snap. My sense of awe turns to raw hunger and unquenchable need.

She stifles a cry as I lunge forward and devour her, licking her soft sweet cunt. Once I taste her virgin sweetness, I’m unable to pull away. I bury my tongue into her silky wet hole and then drag it up her pussy lips, groaning as I tongue her clit.

My girl is gripping the sheets and trying to keep her moans quiet as I bury my face against her, teasing her with my hot tongue. That sexy little body is moving all over the bed, her hips bucking and grinding against my face.

I grab the back of her thighs and push them up, fully exposing her.

“ Oh fuck ,” she moans, sinking her hands into her hair as I drag my tongue over her adorable little asshole and up to her wet juicy cunt.

My mouth is covered in her wet cream. I’m licking and sucking and tonguing her clit as she whimpers and grits her teeth, trying not to make any noise, but doing a shit job at it.

I could do this forever. I’m never going to get tired of tasting this pretty little pussy.

When I start sucking on her clit, her body begins shaking. It convulses and her back arches, letting me know she’s about to cum.

I keep my mouth moving on her, licking and tasting every inch of her hot pussy. When I latch my lips back onto her clit and start sucking in a rhythmic motion, she unravels.

She squeezes her tits and cums hard, grinding her wet pussy against my mouth as the heat consumes her in a fiery orgasm. I hold onto her thighs and lick her through it, moaning at the delicious taste of her juices flooding all over my lips.

I’m not going to take her virginity right now. Not with my parents awake and wandering around the other side of the house, but I still want to claim her. I want to mark her, as barbaric and primal as it sounds.

I want her to know that her pussy is mine .

She’s still writhing on the bed, covering her mouth to hide her moans. I keep my eyes on her sexy body as I yank out my hard throbbing cock and wrap my hand around it.

It only takes a few strokes along my long hard shaft before I’m cumming into my palm.

“ Oh, Quinn ,” she moans as I rub my seed onto her pussy, spreading it over her folds and into her virgin opening.

She grabs my arms and pulls me onto her, kissing me as I cup her pussy, not ready to let it go just yet.

At least, I’ve marked it. It’s mine now.

And sometime this week, I’ll claim it properly.

And keep it. Forever.

My sister Willow arrives after dinner, but she’s not as happy to meet Jemma as my parents were. She’s a little cold to my girl.

“What’s with you?” I ask when I’m able to pull her into the dining room alone. “Can you be a bit more welcoming to Jemma?”

She’s always been a protective older sister. I still remember in high school when some older kids were making fun of me for coding all the time. She marched over, grabbed Thomas Moore’s hair in a steel grip, and yanked it, warning all of them that I was off-limits. They never teased me again.

I needed her to watch over me then, but I don’t need it anymore. I’m thirty-three and have already had more success than most people could achieve in a hundred lifetimes. I’ve started two multi-billion dollar businesses and been in charge of thousands of people. I can take care of myself.

“How long have you known this girl?” she asks, narrowing her eyes on me.

I swallow hard as I stare back at her. “Does that really matter?”

“Yes,” she says with a laugh. “Of course, it matters. You’re a billionaire , Quinn. You don’t think there’s an army of women trying to get their hooks into you?”

“Maybe, but Jemma isn’t one of them.”

She tilts her head as she gives me a look.

“Just trust me.”

“I do,” she says with a heavy breath. “It’s her I don’t trust.”

I sigh as I look at my sister who I haven’t seen in a year. Her hair is lighter and she’s very tanned. She always loved the sun and I’m sure she gets more than enough of it in Hawaii. She looks good. She looks happy. Besides her skepticism of the love of my life, it’s nice to see her.

“Just get to know her over the week,” I say as we head back into the living room with everyone else. “You’ll love her as much as I do.”

Willow doesn’t look so sure.