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I'm black?”
    A shiver of arousal moved through her. “No. Because you're too big.”
    He laughed against her mouth before his lips captured hers. His teeth tugged on her lower lip, and his tongue explored her mouth. Quinn clung to him harder, her nipples pressed to the smooth expanse of his chest. She brushed the hard tips against his skin, relishing the fact that with each touch, her pussy throbbed harder.
    She planted her hand on his chest and pushed him until he was flat on his back. He stretched out, still in his shorts, which tented over his erection. Quinn pushed one sandal and then the other off her feet with her toes, before—still on her knees—she shimmied out of her capris and threw them onto the nearby couch. She moved to straddle Ty's hips and sat lightly on his thighs. His arms were folded underneath his head. He had been watching her strip but hadn't moved a muscle. And speaking of muscles, Quinn couldn't help but notice the muscling throughout his upper body. He was like a piece of art, a sculpture, all hard curves and angles. Rich color, dark shadows.
    He was hairless. Not a hair on his head, on his chest, even his underarms. His skin was sleek and looked quite edible. Besides the barbed-wire tattoo on his ankle, his right bicep had a white tiger that was exactly like Logan's.
    He had thick black flames tattooed up the sides of his rib cage. She couldn't see where they started, somewhere beyond the waistband of his shorts. But they ran all the way up his sides and stopped just below his pectoral muscles. His pecs were firm and built, his nipples small and dark, almost black.
    Quinn planted her hands on his abs and leaned forward, taking one of those hard nipples into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, flicked it once, twice. Ty's eyelids lowered, and he shifted his hips up against her, the heat of his meaty thighs burning her slick pussy.
    She worked her lips along his ribs, pausing to lick around his navel before coming to a halt at his shorts. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and tugged them down until his cock sprung free. She rose enough to push his shorts down to his ankles, and he kicked them off. Now he was completely naked. A dark stud against a light plush rug.
    He was magnificent. In all ways. And tempting. She had the urge to touch him more intimately. And she wasn't going to fight it. Not this time.
    She settled between his thighs and cupped his balls, squeezing them gently, stroking the almost black, wrinkled skin. She encircled the base of his cock with her fingers and stroked her tongue up the back side of his shaft. His cock twitched against her mouth. She looked quickly up at his face. He was watching her but hadn't moved his arms from behind his head. A slight flare of his nostrils and a tightening of his jaw were enough encouragement.
    Quinn drew her mouth over the mushroom top of his cock, tasting his salty precum. She licked the head clean, dipping her tongue slightly into the slit at the end. With one hand cupping his balls and the other squeezing the root, she sank his cock as deep as she could into her mouth. She licked and stroked and sucked hard against the steely silk of his skin. Her lips nibbled along his length for a moment before taking him deep between her lips again.
    Still, he said nothing. Did nothing. Until she started a rhythm with her mouth and her hand.
    He was fast. Without warning, he had his fingers shoved deep in her hair, and he lifted his hips in time with her mouth. Quinn sucked harder with each upstroke.
    “Turn around. I want your pussy at this end.” Ty's voice slid over her like melted chocolate.
    Without releasing his throbbing cock, she spun her body around and straddled his rib cage, shoving her pussy toward his face. The cute little matching panties she had on were soaked. And when she felt his finger tracing around the edge of the elastic, she let out a tortured moan around his dick.
    He poked and prodded and teased her pussy while