Sloth (Sinful Secrets 1)

I’m supposed to tell him that, I thought?

Mmm.

I roll over, mashing my breasts into the mattress and sinking back down into sleep.

I crack open my eyes because I’m being tickled. My arms...

I try to move them and I find I can’t.

Fear slices through my grumpiness. I try again to move, and as my eyes blink, I spot Kellan. He’s lording over me. It’s dark. I’m on my back now, and Kellan—

“Ahh.”

I look down and find his head is pushed against my entrance.

“Oh God.” My voice is low and hoarse with sleep.

He pushes in a little, making me grunt.

“I can’t move,” I whimper. I’m so sleepy.

“You’re not going anywhere.” His voice is low—a nighttime voice.

He’s shadowed by the moonlight spilling through the windows. His thick shaft pushes in a fraction more, and I inhale. Now that I’m waking up a little more, I can smell him: sweat and male. I can see his face: so taught and solemn. I wonder how his outing went. I don’t even remember falling asleep.

I drop my legs open a little wider, and his hand closes around my hip. He rocks gently against me until my body welcomes more of him.

“You’re so damn tight.” His hand trails up my arm. “You’re gonna take in all of me—deep into your pussy, then your throat.”

He strokes my belly gently, sending chills over my skin; making my inner muscles clench around his hard length.

“I need to be inside you... have to be.” His eyes on mine are soulful and intense, as if it really is a need, and not a want.

He thrusts once, hard and deep, and he’s in up to the hilt. I’ve got every inch of him inside me, forcing me open, rearranging me with his invasion. He starts to rock his hips, and I can feel the bulb of his head way deep inside me, teasing the same nerves that alight when his finger’s in my backside.

“You feel so good,” he rasps. His free hand crawls slowly down my ribs. “So fucking good, that pussy, Cleo...” He rocks into me, finding a rhythm that is steady and slow, with deep, almost punishing thrusts and slick pulls as he rocks away from me... then plunges deliciously back in.

His gaze on my face never falters. His fingers twist my nipple as he pumps his big cock in and

out of me.

I arch against him. My clit throbs.

“You feel so good,” I whisper. “The way you stretch me...” This pleasure combined with the grogginess from sleeping. I sigh, thrusting my hips toward him.

“You like being stuffed with my cock.”

“Not gonna lie...” I try to reach out for his shoulder, but my hands are tied. Oh... right. I smile up at him. “I love your big cock.”

“My little slut...”

I rock myself against him and I sigh, relaxing my shoulders despite the tightness of the bind around my wrists. Kellan strokes a thumb over my clit. My toes curl.

And then he pulls out of me.

My eyes widen. “What?”

He smiles down at me as I’m... lifted off the bed? I’m instantly confused, because Kellan is still right in front of me. If he’s not lifting me...