Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Ah, we’re moving that fast, huh? I’m not gonna complain.” Sinner lifts his hips, bouncing me in the process, and works off the thin, gray sweatpants he had on. He’s not wearing anything underneath.
“I’ve decided confidence is sexy.” Maybe I’ll never be the girl that wants to dance on an altar, but this? This is fun.
“Oh really?” He makes a grab for me.
I push his hands away, and then wrap one of mine around his length instead. “Let me have my fun here.”
“Be my guest, beautiful.” There’s no mistaking the pulsing excitement that I feel against my palm.
I give him a stroke, watching beads of slickness drip from the tip. I use my palm to spread them over the plum head of his cock. Then as more comes out, down his length until he’s completely coated in his own lube. It glistens between my fingers, beckoning me.
I want to taste him.
Stroke him.
Make him feel a little bit of what they do for me. I want to make him so hot that he’s begging for more. I slide down his legs, until his cock is right in front of me. “What should I do?”
“You little tease.” Sinner’s voice is deeper than usual. “I want you to open your mouth and suck my cock, demon. You’re an actress, right? Show me how much you want me, and make me believe it.”
I squeeze his cock hard enough that he hisses in surprise. “You think I have to act?” I stick out my tongue and give his slit a little lick.
“Suck it.”
“So predictable.” I blow a stream of air over his crown. His cock jumps in my hand.
“Do it. Show me.” His voice has grown even huskier, and he’s watching me with lust-darkened eyes. He’s not begging… yet.
Looking him right in the eyes, I smile as I extend my tongue and touch it to the ridge around the head, pulling it slowly around. He shivers and draws a sharp breath through his nose.
“Sensitive?”
“Fuck yeah. Do it again.”
I squeeze him hard instead. “Say please.”
“Do it again, Quinn. Please.” His playful grin almost makes me giggle, but I manage to hold a straight face.
I lean in and swirl my tongue around him, loving his hiss and his fingers driving into my hair. For a moment I think he’s going to take over, but he holds himself back. Knowing that he could make me do anything he wants, but still lets me run the show is exciting in itself. I draw a breath, then wrap my lips around his crown and suck.
“Fuuuuck,” he moans.
His fingers grip harder, and it takes him longer to relax them this time. I think my time in charge is coming to an end, but what a way to go. I pull back with a little kiss on the tip. “How’s that? All good?”
“Get your fucking mouth back on my cock,” he pants. There’s a hint of desperation in his voice.
“I don’t know. You didn’t say—”
He times the push perfectly so when my mouth is open for the ‘a’ in ‘say’, it’s filled with cock. “I fucking love your mouth, demon. And your tongue, and your lips. I love hearing you struggle with my size as I fuck it. You wanna show me how confident you are? Make me come.”
I brace my hands against his powerful thighs, straining against him as he guides my head down, over and over in a sexual tug-of-war. He uses enough pressure to make me feel dirty in a good way, but never trapped. It’s a struggle where we both really want the same result.
I’m soaking wet, the air on my thighs cool. I tighten my lips around him. I explore him with my tongue, and choke on him when he goes deep, right before letting me back up, only to repeat it again and again.
He fucks my mouth, holding my head still as he thrusts his hips. I keep my lips taut around his shaft, breathing through my nose as his movements become ragged. He swells, eager for release, and I’m more than ready to taste him. To feel his cum slide down my throat as he loses himself. When I lean back, I can almost get a good angle to grind against his leg.
He groans, a thick sound deep in his chest and then… pulls me off, leaving me wet and worn, breathing like I just ran a marathon and staring at him, trying to figure out what he wants.
“Don’t stop on my account,” Priest’s voice comes from behind us.
“Oh my God!” I spin, which gives Sinner the opportunity he needs to flip me onto my back on the bed.
“I was wondering how long you were going to stand there,” Sinner says with a chuckle.
Priest, most of the way naked already, kicks off his jeans. “I liked the begging bit.”