Page 102 of Sin

So I pushed aside my jealousy and tugged my boxers and jeans down over my ass, letting my cock spring free. London’s breaths picked up as he watched me, and I ripped open the cap to the aloe vera moisturizer.

He regarded me with rapt attention as I squirted out some of the moisturizer onto my fingers before reaching back to my entrance. It was a little awkward in this position since my pants, despite being lowered, still somewhat restrained my legs. It had been so long since I’d touched myself here too, so I moved slowly as I entered the first finger, and I almost jolted when I felt London’s fingers brushing over the crease of my ass.

“What are you—”

“I just wanted to feel what you’re doing.” He moaned, his fingers circling where I still had my finger inside me. “Fuck, Sin. I want… No, I need…”

“What do you need?” I whispered, and he met my eyes with a heady gaze.

“To see. Can I see?”

I sucked in a breath, fire coiling and writhing in my stomach at the needy look on his face. “Yes.”

Slipping off him, I spread my legs over his knees, giving him my back, and therefore, a perfect view of my ass.

He moaned, his hand coming up to strangle his cock as he watched me slide that finger from before back inside.

It was empowering to see how very much I affected him, to watch him become a wreck from merely watching me open myself up for him. By the time I’d stretched myself with three fingers, I was moaning right alongside him.

We were breathing heavily, and I licked my dry lips as I slowly stood. My legs were wobbly, both from being on my knees for so long and also since my body still felt a little shaky from my earlier panic attack. But I wanted this. I wanted it so badly, and I wasn’t going to let fear take this from me.

London retrieved the bottle of aloe vera and got to his feet after me, and in an instant, his mouth was back on mine.

We devoured one another, neither of us relinquishing the other long enough to draw air. Our hands grabbed and tugged at each other’s clothing, and I shoved his pants down to his knees. He chose to strip my pants and boxers right off, and I didn’t have to wait long to figure out why.

London gripped me under my hamstrings and hoisted me up until my back met the wall. There was a slight uptick in my heart rate, but I breathed through it, staring into London’s lust-filled gaze. Because I was here. Now. With London. And he would never hurt me that way.

Using his hips to help keep me up, London squeezed out a large amount onto his length, holding my gaze. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I think I might punch you if you did,” I said, making him laugh. Leaning his forehead against mine, I felt him press the head of his cock against my opening. He peeked at my face as he breached me, sliding in past that tight ring of muscle. But it didn’t hurt. Not really. It was a little uncomfortable in the beginning, but when he pushed forward until he was entirely inside, I moaned. Because he was mine. Mine.

He stole a kiss before he pulled back just enough to drive forward, pressing his cock so deep inside of me. I moaned into the space between us, and London panted as he started moving his hips faster. And when he shifted them slightly, the angle had my mouth parting in a near wail of pleasure. He noted the change and continued to pound that sweet spot inside me, his wanton expression devoured the way my body tensed against him. The heat from earlier blazing and damn near engulfing me.

I couldn’t even think to warn him of my climax. Couldn’t think beyond the indescribable pleasure taking my body captive. My release was in control of my body, sticky warmth drenched London’s hand, and I was just here for the ride.

Blinking through lidded eyes, I caught London’s gaze, and his movements turned wild with carnal abandon. Releasing my spent cock, he brought his hand up to lips and cleaned my release from his fingers with a desperate whimper. One I felt to my core.

When his orgasm flooded me, my ass squeezed around him almost involuntarily, almost like it wanted to draw out this moment of pleasure.

His hips continued to roll, his skin sliding temptingly against mine. And when the aftershocks of our combined orgasms finally settled, London huffed a laugh.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, so damn drunk on sex that I grinned at him like a fool.

“Nothing,” he said, grinning at me. “Just laughing at myself for ever thinking I could move on from you.”

I clenched my ass a little, making him suck in a breath and grinned right back. “Glad you finally came to your senses.”

Shaking his head, he slowly pulled out from me, and my ass ached in the best of ways. The wetness slipping from my entrance only served as a reminder that London was mine. Fucking mine.

London straightened his clothes, his eyes twinkling as I struggled to pull on my own boxers and pants. As I finished zipping and buttoning my jeans, London leaned back against the wall.

“Come here,” he murmured, opening his arms wide in invitation. “I need a minute before we go back. Just another minute alone with you.”

Hell, if I was going to decline that kind of offer.

I let him fold me into his arms, hugging me close to his chest. Beneath my cheek, his heart thumped rapidly.

And when his fingers dipped inside my boxers, sliding down my crack to feel my hole, I choked out a surprised but pleased noise. He didn’t do more than slip his two fingers into my ass, moaning as he felt his release coat his fingers.

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