Page 37 of King of Sinners

And then he slides his hand back down, inserting a finger inside me, the walls of my vagina tightening around him.

It feels so good, being full of him that I cry out, clenching around him.

“No cumming yet,” he pushes through gritted teeth. “You haven’t said the magic word.”

My eyes are squeezed shut and I have to force myself to open them and look back over my shoulder. “Ma...magic word?”

“What did I tell you, you were going to have to do?” He takes his finger back out, slowly rubbing up and down my seam, giving my clit a little tweak on the way.

It’s so good and my breath catches on the smallest sob. “Please,” I beg. “Please, Mason.” I want him to make me cum. I want more of his skin on my skin. I just want…

“Please what…”

“Please make me cum, Mason.”

“Are you begging me?”

Another little sob escapes my lips as I try to press deeper into his hand, but he pulls away again, leaving me empty. “I’m begging, Mason. Please.”

“Good girl,” he says, sounding like the predator he is. I nearly go limp with relief that he’s going to finally give me what I’ve been craving.

But there’s a pause as his hand slips from my hair. I look back in time to watch him drop to his knees behind me.

And then his tongue makes the same long pass that his fingers had made before. When he swirls his tongue over my clit, I begin to tremble it feels so good. But he doesn’t keep the pressure there.

Instead, he keeps sliding his tongue from front to back, teasing every part of me until my body is a mass of bundled nerves so ready to break apart. I’m going to start begging again.

But I can’t even form words. Broken little sounds tumble from my lips, half formed pleas that are moaned, my fingers twisting into the sheets.

And that’s when he slides a thumb inside me, the rest of his hand nestling into the crack of my ass as he sucks my clit between his lips.

I scream, the pleasure so good and so intense, I break apart, an orgasm ripping through me.

He doesn’t ease up until I’ve collapsed on the bed a trembling mess. It was so good, I don’t even have words.

That’s when I hear his zipper.

My face has sunk into the mattress, but my ass is still in the air, being held up by one of his hands.

I lift my head up just high enough to look over my shoulder. For the first time since I stepped out of the bathroom, fear skates down my spine.

Because my ass is in the air and his cock is out and…

The thick length of him is so much more than I bargained for.

He gives me another wicked smile. “Nervous, sweetheart?”

Lying is not really my thing. Not even small lies. So, I nod. “A little.”

His hips ease forward but he doesn’t push inside me. Instead, his cock glides along the crack of my ass. “We can’t have that.”

I can see the engorged head as his balls slap against my sensitive clit and I gasp and shudder, a sweet pain zinging through me.

“Do you want to cum again, baby?”

He slides away and then repeats the thrust, using my ass crack to…I don’t know how to describe it…but it’s almost like he’s masturbating. There’s no penetration.

I relax again, no longer worried. “Yes, please,” I moan, my face sinking back against the mattress.

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