Page 20 of Sinful Secrets

“Sit back against the head of the bed, darlin’,” I instruct. She does as I've asked. “Bend your knees and keep your legs open, I want to see all of you,” I rasp. Her eyes don’t leave mine as she positions herself. I swallow at the sight of her arousal, and fuck, it’s like sweet torture. “Place your hand between your legs and touch yourself where it feels good,” I demand. Her hand moves slowly between her legs, her eyes on me, and I see the moment she finds the spot. She gasps. “That’s it, keep doing that,” I growl as I grip my dick in my hands, stroking myself, watching her. She stops. “Don’t stop, darlin’, watch me whilst you bring yourself pleasure,” I grit. She starts moving her hand again, her eyes becoming hooded and her lips parting.

“Khan,” she pants in a panic.

I stop what I'm doing and walk to the side of the bed, and she stops. “Don’t stop, darlin’.” I lean over her and place my hand over hers, moving my fingers in time with hers. She whimpers and I lean down and take her mouth; her fingers slowly stop moving, letting mine take over. I circle her clit as I kiss her. She surprises the shit out me when she wraps her delicate hand around my dick.

“Fuck,” I hiss. She flinches, removing her hand. “No, that feels good, like this. Don’t stop,” I growl. Her eyes are wide as I guide her hand up and down. I slowly move a finger inside her and she gasps and tenses for a moment but soon relaxes when I find that sensitive spot. I feel her start to tighten around my finger.

“Fuck, that’s it, darlin’, you're going to come for me. Relax and let it happen,” I order, my voice low and husky. Her eyes roll and her legs clamp around my hand as she climaxes. She cries out and it’s the hottest damn thing I've ever seen. Her hand lets go of my dick and I takeover, stroking myself, feeling my own orgasm build just from watching her come apart.

“Fuck,” I groan, spilling myself across her stomach. I look down at her, at the blush across her cheeks… Fucking beautiful. I lean down and kiss her.

“How was that?” I ask, smiling across her lips.

“Indescribable,” she breathes, smiling shyly. I take my finger that was inside of her and suck her juices off.

I moan. “Tastes so fucking sweet.” I look at her wide eyes. I laugh and kiss her again. “Just wait until you’re ready for my mouth, darlin’.” I wink.

“Um…” She looks down at her stomach and touches my cum with her fingers, then places her finger in her mouth, sucking, tasting it, tasting me. It’s my turn for my eyes to go wide.

“Fuck, Bambi, that’s hot,” I groan.

“Am I not supposed to do that? It’s just… you tasted me, and I thought then it was my turn to taste you,” she states innocently.

“Fuck,” I groan. I look back down to her and smile. “You have no idea just how incredibly fucking hot you are.”

“That’s a good thing, right?” she asks. I laugh and nod.

I tell her to go shower whilst I get dressed, and she does. I watch her perfectly round behind as she walks into the bathroom. I sit on the bed, staring at the door, fighting every urge in me to not go and climb in the shower with her.

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“So, this is not real? This is a game and when I press this button it will make him jump?” she asks, pressing the controller on the game. I nod.

“Yeah, and then press that one to shoot,” I point out. She does it and the character on the screen shoots. She laughs and does it again. I watch her, which I find myself doing more and more lately. She’s like some kind of fascinating thing on display that I cannot tear my eyes from. My cell pings with a text, forcing me to look away.

You got any intel yet? Rip.

I am quick to type my reply.

No, but it will be soon, she trusts me now.

He replies instantly.

So, you finally manned up and made her yours? Or you fucking the information out of her? Rip.

I reply.

Told you, I ain’t the relationship type. This is me, remember? I do what I do best.

I watch Talitha play the game, laughing at her as she gets angry at it. A while later, my cell pings again.

Whatever it takes, brother, even if it means fucking asking her whilst you're buried deep in her. We need that information. Speak later. Rip.

I don’t bother replying, I just chuck my cell on the coffee table and pull her onto my lap. I kiss her neck. “You know I have another joystick you can play with,” I tease, nipping playfully.

“You have two of these?” she asks innocently. I throw my head back, laughing. Fuck, I love how innocent her mind is.

“Forget what I said, I need to ask you something,” I say whilst cupping her face. She looks at me with her big blue eyes.

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