Page 20 of Darkest Sin

His words are like a shot of pure adrenaline sailing right down to my core. I obey him, needing his approval more than I need my next breath. Wanting to make this a show, I slowly turn and make my way up two steps before propping my foot up onto the next one. Glancing back over my shoulder, I slowly bend and watch as his gaze drops to my ass.

Brushing my fingers over my thigh to the top of my stocking, I push it down, exposing the skin beneath inch by inch. I mean sure, I would have liked to see him tear it from my body with his teeth, but the way his stare is so heavily focused on my body is getting me hotter by the second.

When I kick the stocking off, I place my foot back on the second step and switch to the other leg. Once both stockings are gone, I turn back to face him and detach the suspenders from around my waist, leaving me in nothing but my bra and thong.

His eyes flame as I reach behind me, not saying a damn word. This time, he’s the one captivated. Unhooking my bra, I let the flimsy fabric fall slowly down my arms before hearing it softly hit the ground. I wait a moment, letting him take me in. He saw all the goodies last night, but not quite like this.

His gaze is intense, sailing over my body, and I feel as though every inch of skin he takes in leaves me physically branded. My thumbs slide into the sides of my thong, ready to push it down, but the slightest shake of his head gives me pause.

Lifting my chin, I meet his eyes as my thumbs fall away, and the way he stares back at me with pure, animalistic lust is the most thrilling and terrifying thing I’ve ever experienced. Adrenaline pulses through me like raging water as I fix my heated stare to his. “Tell me what you want,” I purr, a little bolder than I feel, but I’m so wet and ready for this.

“Bed,” he says with a slight lift of his chin, indicating for me to move the rest of the way up the stairs. “On your knees.”

Yes, Sir.

I nod and slowly turn on my heel before walking up the last two steps and settling onto the edge of his bed, hovering on my knees as I watch him. I can see the straining outline of his cock through his pants, twitching with readiness.

His body stills as he watches me, and the need to touch myself is too strong. My fingers skim over my tits, feeling how they pebble under my fingers, and a soft moan slips from my lips. My head rolls as my hand trails further down my body, past my waist, and over my mound.

Cupping my pussy, I grind against my hand through the flimsy material of my thong before pushing the lace aside and sinking down onto my fingers. Gripping my tit with my other hand, I ride myself, groaning with the sweetest pleasure as I watch the way he watches me.

Releasing my fingers, I push them into my mouth and suck them dry, loving the way his dark gaze grows more intense. “Again,” he orders.

Not one to disappoint, I lower my hand once again, this time pushing my fingers inside so damn slow, he groans in agony. Pumping my fingers in and out, I grind down against the heel of my palm, my clit finally getting some relief before pulling my fingers back out again with the sweetest torture.

His eyes flame, pooling with hunger, and I suck in a breath as he makes his way toward me. He reaches the platform and pushes his pants down over his hips. “I hope you like it rough, Angel,” he rumbles, just as he frees his thick erection. My gaze sails down his body, and I suck in a gasp as I take him in.

He’s huge, thick, and girthy, with angry veins leading right to his tip. There’s no way I’ll be able to close my fingers around him. This is a two-hand job.

Good God, just thinking about the way he will stretch me has me quivering.

Fuck.

“Take me in your mouth, Angel.”

Say no more.

Adjusting myself on his bed, I lower on my knees, keeping them spread wide. A giddy thrill sails through my veins, desperate to please him, and I lick my lips, more than ready to see how he tastes.

He steps up to the edge, right in front of me, and that giddy excitement quickly morphs into nerves. What if I can’t fuck him the way he likes? What if I’m not enough for him?

“Open wide,” he orders, reaching around me and knotting his hand into my hair, gripping hard, and taking complete control of my movements.

My heart races erratically in my ears. His thick cock is right there in all its glory, fucking gorgeous and waiting for me to do as he’s asked. All I have to do is open wide and he’ll be pushing inside, fucking my mouth. But I hesitate, not knowing where he draws the line. “Can I touch you?” I ask, not wanting to fuck this up.

His gaze narrows, really considering my question before nodding. “Yes, you may touch me,” he says. “Now don’t make me wait.”

Yes, Sir.

Reaching up, I curl my hand around his thick base, and just as expected, I can’t close my fingers around him. My tongue peeks out, wetting my lips as my fist slowly pumps up and down. While everything screams at me to open wide and take him hard and fast, I want to enjoy him first, not knowing when I might get the chance to play again.

My thumb rolls over the bead of moisture on his tip, circling it before making a show of sucking my thumb into my mouth. He’s salty and delicious, just as I knew he would be.

Needing so much more, I grip him again before leaning in and trailing my tongue up his thick cock, right to the tip. I circle his head with my tongue, tasting more of him before the hunger really hits me, and I finally close my mouth around him.

I take him right to the back of my throat, his low groan doing wicked things to me as I soak through my thong, desperate to feel him stretching me wide. He lets me do my thing, my fist tightening around the base of his cock as I take him even deeper. Needing to feel him, I lift my other hand and curl it around the back of his strong thigh. His body tightens at my touch, but I keep working his cock, letting my tongue roll over his tip before feeling him finally start to relax.

My hand trails up the back of his thigh to his defined ass as my pussy all but screams for attention. Not wanting to cross any lines, I keep moving, sailing up his strong back before bringing my hand around to his chest. My nails dig in and drag over the tight ridges of his abs and then lower, past his cock. I take his balls in my hand, firmly massaging them in my palm as I feel him right in the back of my throat.

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