The Consequence (The Evolution of Sin 3)

“You’ll be forgiven if you give me that orgasm,” he said matter-of-factly. “You have two minutes to give me what I want, Elle, or I’ll untie you, leave you wanting and I will jerk off in the shower, alone.”

I whimpered as he dropped to his knees and ran the flat of his tongue up the seam of my sex, parting my wet folds. He stroked either side of my slick flesh with his thumbs, his eyes on mine.

“Two minutes,” he warned again.

Then his head descended and his mouth was on me. There was nothing gentle or slow about the way he attacked my pussy. No, he fed from me, sucking up all my juices and driving his tongue deep inside me to scoop up more. When he touched my clit, he didn’t play with it, he sucked it deeply into his mouth and even gently grazed the hood above it with his teeth so that I jerked against the pearls.

The only sounds in the suite were my heavy panting and frequent gasps and murmurs and the incredibly erotic slurp of Sinclair feeding from me. His dark head between my paler thighs was so sexy. I could have come from the sight alone.

“Sin,” I groaned out, long and low.

“Such a sweet cunt,” he whispered, his lips moving against me as he spoke.

He pushed his hands under my legs, curling them over my hips so that they pressed into the tops of my thighs, pulling me tighter against his hot mouth.

I gasped and my legs shook when he pressed his nose hard into my clit and fucked me with his tongue. Thirty seconds later, my body was drawn so tight, straining against the pearls so hard that I was certain they were going to break. That anxiety coursed through my pleasure soaked system like lighter fluid so when Sinclair reached a hand up to put hard pressure against my womb and the other descended between my legs to drive two fingers into my drenched hole, I went up in flames, the stress of keeping still ratcheting up my orgasm until nothing else was in my head but velvet black bliss.

“Good girl,” Sinclair said as I came down, his fingers sliding languidly in and out of my clenching sex. “Under two minutes.”

His praise washed over me, gave me goose bumps.

He reared up from his knees to brush his wet lips against mine.

“Taste how fucking sweet you are,” he ordered before his hand came up to firmly pinch my chin and his mouth slanted over me.

I moaned against the silky, delicious invasion of his tongue.

He was right.

I tasted good.

So good that I my pussy quivered with aftershocks at the dirtiness of having the taste of my orgasm in my mouth.

“What do you think?” Sin asked me as he took himself away from me. “What is sweeter… your come, or mine?”

My eyes practically rolled into the back of my head.

Sinclair grinned wickedly at me, his eyes dark, dark, dark.

He stood up and pulled his gorgeous cock out of his pants. There was already a bead of arousal on his crown. My mouth watered.

He stepped closer and I realized that the chair was low enough to take him in my mouth without him having to bend his knees. My mouth dropped open automatically to catch him as he moved his wet cock like a paintbrush against my lips. I moaned as his hot flesh pressed against my cheek. He held himself there as he stroked a hand down my hair. He smelled so good, musky and male, edible.

“Does my siren want my cock in her mouth? You like the taste of come, don’t you? Yours and mine. Well, you’ll have to work for mine. I’m not going to come in under two minutes.”

I could tell he was smiling, high on the power he held over me but I was too far gone to care. We hadn’t had this in three days and the submissive in me had been beyond nurtured since we got together, she had been spoiled. And she wanted his come in her mouth more than her next breath.

I pushed all that desire into my eyes, into the single lush word from my lips. “Please.”

His hand ran softly over my crown and then fisted hard in the hair at the nape of my neck. “Open wide.”

I did.

He slid in smoothly, right to the back of my throat and down. I gagged slightly around his girth before I remembered to breath through my nose.

“Now, stay still while I fuck you,” he ordered as he began to thrust in a steady but controlled rhythm, using my mouth, using me to get himself off.

My clit throbbed powerfully and my arousal slid down my thighs and pooled under me on the wooden seat. He fucked my mouth for so long that my jaw began to ache and my eyes teared up but I loved it. I loved how the drool spilled down my chin and how I had to fight to accept each thrust down my throat. The effort turned me on because I was doing it to please him and there was nothing sexier, nothing more rewarding than finally, so many minutes later, taking the prize of his hot release on my tongue.