Sin (Just This Once 3)

I suck lightly as my hand moves to cup her right breast. I squeeze before I pinch the nipple hard just as my teeth close around the other.

She squeaks. “Oh, please.”

Please take me. Please make me feel. Please fuck me.

I don’t care if her plea is for one or all, I’ll give her everything she needs.

Chapter 7

Linny

I’m only wearing my panties now.

The hideous tulle skirt is behind him on the floor. He slid it off me with care even though I was squirming in anticipation the entire time.

I wanted his eyes on me, his hands, his lips; all of him.

His gaze is pinned to the front of my white lace panties.

“Take them off, angel.”

I’ve never stripped naked in front of a man before.

In the past, whenever I’ve known that sex was about to happen, I’ve crawled into bed under the shadow of darkness.

“Why don’t you take off your…” My words trail when his hands land on the waistband of his boxer briefs. He slips them down to his knees and then further, kicking them aside.

I stare at him, all of him.

“Your turn.” He grabs his thick cock, stroking himself while I watch each leisurely movement.

My gaze finds his and my breath catches. I glide my hands down my body until I feel the edge of the lace.

I lower my panties slowly with his eyes following each movement I make. It feels intimate in a way that makes my heart skip a beat.

A groan escapes him when the lace skims my thighs and I push the panties off, stepping out of them carefully before I brush them aside with a sweep of my foot.

“You’re wet.” The deep timbre of his voice makes me ache. “Show me how wet you are.”

I’m so wet that you can fuck me right here, right now.

I don’t say the words, even though I want to scream them at him.

His gaze scans my body. “I know you’re slick. I want to see. Touch yourself and show me.”

“Touch me,” I whisper the only two words I can manage.

His eyes focus on my mouth before they dart to my pussy. “Show me, angel. Do it now.”

I do. I drop my hand and run my fingertips over my aching cleft stopping to rub my clit.

“Don’t.” His hand is on my wrist halting my fingers in place. “Save that for tomorrow when you’re thinking about me fucking you.”

He raises my hand to his mouth and brushes his tongue against my fingertips. Electricity radiates through me.

“You taste as sweet as I imagined.” His voice is low and measured.

He leans forward to press a soft kiss to my lips, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck.