The Sinner (The St. Clair Brothers 1)

Equally frustrated, we came to a conclusion at the same time—there were too many layers separating us. Desperate hands scrambled and fingers fumbled, our mouths came together again and again as we tore each other's clothes off.

"Hurry," Kylie gasped.

Her frantic, pleading tone made my balls pull up, primed to blow my load before I got inside her. I clenched my teeth and focused on keeping it together. Fuck, Kylie was going be the death of me. With an impatient grunt, I grabbed her ass with both hands and hoisted her up the wall to claim my spoils like a conq

uering marauder. Kylie wrapped her legs around my waist and hooked her ankles at the base of my spine. Out of patience, I held Kylie up with one hand and aimed my cock with the other, then dropped her down and thrust my hips up, burying myself so deep I think my dick touched China.

Stars shot off behind my eyes. It felt so good, I went momentarily blind with pleasure. The tight, wet heat of her pussy was fucking rapture. Angels sang and fireworks exploded.

"Je veux te lécher des hanches jusqu’aux pieds. Je bande por toi,” I groaned, the French coming out of me in a torrent. My head grew heavy and I struggled to breathe. I had to press my forehead against Kylie’s in order to maintain what little fragments of control I had left. “You feel so fucking good,” I managed to say in English.

When my vision cleared, I looked at Kylie. Her expression was one of absolute bliss and the sight made my dick throb. Spurred into action by a non-stop litany of tiny mewls and groans of pleasure that came from her mouth and the way she squirmed on my cock, I shifted my weight to use the wall as leverage, and fucking went for it. Bending my knees, I pounded up into Kylie at an unforgiving pace. Jackhammered in and out like a man possessed. She didn’t say a word and I wondered if it might be too much. All at once, the dam broke and a flood of nonsense and half-sentences tumbled from her lips and I knew she didn’t want me stop.

“Oh… oh…. God, yes. Seb, more… harder… like that, yes!”

“Fucking hell, Kylie. Tu me rends folle.”

“Don’t… stop. I-I… ohmygod.”

I stared into her eyes and she stared into mine as I rolled my hips and fucked her against that wall. Out of nowhere, my chest constricted and my throat grew tight. Oh shit. I felt it happening, emotions creeping in, and it was scary as fuck. I was unable to do anything to stop from tumbling head-first into a bottomless abyss. The connection between us grew so strong, it became a palpable entity in the room. My only consolation was that I knew Kylie was right there with me, falling hard and fast. She hung on for dear life, her fingernails biting into my shoulders added another layer to the absolute frenzy I was in. The mind-bending pleasure built, and so did the invisible ties that bound us together.

I moved faster, but never tore my gaze from Kylie's dark eyes. Her pupils grew so large I no longer saw the beautiful golden brown. Sweat dripped down my back and rivulets trickled down my chest. I braced my feet as liquid heat coiled at the base of my spine. No way could I last much longer, but I’d be damned if Kylie didn’t come first.

Snarling, I pressed closer and flattened Kylie against the wall, using my pecs to pin her in place. The added support allowed me to hold most of her weight in one-hand. I slid my other hand up and lightly wrapped my fingers around Kylie’s delicate throat. She cried out and her eyes misted over.

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit…

I gasped and my sack scrunched up tight. Kylie fucking liked my hand around her throat. I squeezed, not a lot, just enough for her to get a taste of my strength. A small bite of pain and an intoxicating rush of fear. Enough to let her know how easily I could cut off her air supply.

Kylie’s mouth fell open and her eyes glazed over with lust. She made no move to stop me or tell me to move my hand. I applied a little more pressure and those gorgeous eyes rolled back in her head. Sweet baby Jesus. She didn’t like it, she fucking loved it. Every last depraved thing I did to her, she loved. Kylie shook and trembled and let out a long wail, the perfect accompaniment to the slapping of our skin as I continued to take her apart.

Kylie let out a loud, erratic gasp that ended when every muscle in her body clenched tight. Her pussy clamped down, a scorching hot vice around my cock. She shuddered violently, threw her head back, and screamed.

“Ohmygod, Seb… Seb, oh god. Yes, yes!”

“Oh, fuck!” Her pussy gripped my cock like an iron fist, squeezing so hard it ripped the orgasm right from my balls. I came so forcefully I struggled to stay upright as I shot jet after jet after jet, the pleasure unyielding. Legs quaking, I pumped in and out a few more times to drag out the ecstasy. One final thrust, and the shout that burst from me was loud enough to shake the light fixtures.

I buckled against Kylie and let the buzz from the high of great sex hum through my veins. She didn’t complain. Probably couldn’t. I figured she screamed herself hoarse. We stayed that way for several minutes, me holding her against the wall—or the wall holding both of us—my softening cock still buried inside her. I was too sweaty and exhausted to attempt to move, and more than a little worried my legs would give out and we’d both end up on the floor with his and hers bruised tailbones. Seemingly content while she caught her breath, Kylie went limp in my arms.

Like everything else, all good things eventually came to an end. My dick slipped out, and Kylie hissed. She unwound her legs to gingerly place her feet on the floor. I didn't remove my hands right away, afraid she might be unsteady.

See? I can be a gentleman.

"I'm good." Kylie’s voice had a rough, sexy rasp, and she licked her lips. She looked at me and grinned. "Really good."

Really good?

Taken aback, I took a minute and gaped like an utter asshole. Kylie never ceased to amaze me. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t insulted, in fact, it was the opposite. I just had what I can definitively say was the best sex of my life and, unlike most women—scratch that, every woman—I’d been with, Kylie wasn’t acting all clingy or demanding or whiny. She wasn’t insisting we snuggle or make plans for the following day.

No, Kylie smiled and laughed; effectively shattering the stereotype that women believed fucking equals commitment.

"Me, too." Going by the ache in my cheeks I knew the width of my grin matched hers. In the pile of discarded clothes, I located my jeans and slipped them on. "Why don't you get cleaned up? I'll meet you in the kitchen."

Her eyes shone and she had a rosy flush to her skin. It was a good look on her, fucked out and relaxed, and not leaving a dust trail to the door.

Kylie nodded. "Okay."

It wasn't until I realized she wasn’t bolting that I truly relaxed. Shit, I sounded like a chick, but I was relieved. Part of me worried Kylie would do a repeat and run the second we both came. What was worse, the presence of Kylie’s car meant I had no control over when or if she left.