Page 38 of King of Sinners

Without warning, he flips me over, the move only taking a single arm. Maybe I should be scared.

This man has me begging under him, his strength and control so superior to my own. But I can’t help myself. Instead of being scared, the move only makes me hotter.

He leans over me, holding one of my breasts in each hand as he sucks one nipple and then the other.

I can feel the need building in me again as I thread my hands into his hair.

The head of his cock pushes against my clit, making me squirm against him, seeking more friction. I want him closer, so I hook one of my legs around his.

Was I frightened a minute ago? As he effortlessly brings my body to a frenzy once again, all I can think is how I want to belong to this man completely.

But he doesn’t yield to the pressure of my leg, instead, he lifts up, grabs his cock at the base with his hand and swirling the head along my clit.

My hips are flexing to chase the pleasure and I’m giving little cries of protest… I want more. His hand slides back up my body, wrapping around the back of my neck, his fingers burrowing into my hair.

“Patience, sweetheart.”

“I want?—”

“I know what you want, trust me to give it to you.” And then he leans down, capturing my mouth with his.

The kiss is full of the passion that’s simmering just under the surface, his tongue plundering my mouth.

When he lifts up, his eyes are dark and stormy. “I’m not taking your virginity today.”

I protest, pushing up on my elbows. “You promised that when I begged, you’d take it to me.” I don’t even recognize myself. I was scared a moment ago. I’m the one who made it to twenty-two without having sex at all. But Mason has me pleading with him to take my virginity. How did that happen?

He starts stroking himself, his other hand flexing to arch my neck more. “We’re not in a rush. We only get to have the first time once. Trust me when I say that delaying this a bit longer will only make it better.”

Damn this man and his iron control.

His hand presses to my mound, his thumb stroking over my clit. “I shouldn’t make you cum again for questioning me like that.”

My eyes go wide because the way he’s touching me now, I need to cum again…it feels like I need another orgasm the way I need air.

Mason has always been gentle. I like gentle. But that doesn’t mean he’s a man to be questioned.

For a moment I look up at him, wondering how I make sure I get what I need.

Arching my neck further, my chest sticks out as I spread my legs a bit wider. “Please, Mason. I’ll be such a good girl. Please make me cum.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Mason

Fuck me. I’ve always found this girl irresistible. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for actual years, and the reality… It’s better.

Spread out and arched, those pretty lips have done the sweetest begging. I want to sink into her so bad, my balls are like fucking rocks, they’re clenched so tight and cum is tingling through my cock waiting to explode out.

But I’m going to wait.

Because one, she’s a little scared still. I saw it when she first locked eyes on my cock. I like to dominate, there is no denying that. But I want a woman who is getting as much pleasure from that as I am.

And Charlotte doesn’t just like my brand of sex. She loves it.

But she’s so new at this, it would be ridiculously easy to frighten her off. And so I’m going to treat her with care as I slowly lead her where I want us to go.

Cum starts to leak out the tip, dripping on her belly but she’s asked so nicely, that I force myself to wait, pushing her further up the bed so I can lock my mouth on her clit again. This one doesn’t tease. With brutal precision, I suck on her with enough force that she’s already shaking, her cries filling the room as she scratches at my shoulders, drawing blood. It only fuels me on, and I’ve got two fingers inside her, pushing on that spot deep in her that I know will break her wide open.

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