Page 70 of Tasting Sin

“Oh God!” she screamed, giving in and letting her head drop against the surface. Her hands gripped my hair tighter, and it stung when she pulled. That only encouraged me to push her further.

I slipped one finger into her already-soaked pussy. “No God, sugar. It’s only me here, and you already said you’re all mine.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but only a high-pitched cry came out. Nellie nodded, rolling her hips to meet the gentle movement of my finger. I added a second, curling both against the soft spot inside her that made her eyes roll back. Such a sweet sight. I did it again, torn between watching her fall to pieces and tasting her while she did.

“Yours. I’m all yours.” She was panting, repeating the words like they were the only ones she could think of. When her legs started to quiver and her body trembled, I believed that was the case. In that moment, Nellie was mine in every way, and I wasn’t going to let her go.

Her warm release washed over my hand as she came, and her moans bounced off the old, tattered walls that would be painted pink in coming months. I didn’t stop, even as my cock pressed painfully against my zipper. I needed more of her, and I continued to massage the walls of her pussy through the waves of her orgasm until her back fell back against the counter.

“That’s my girl,” I said, pulling my fingers from her and licking them clean. Her eyes and mouth both widened. “So sweet when you come apart for me.”

She sat up on her elbows, and her eyebrows wrinkled. When she bit her lip, I felt her anticipation in my core. Her legs parted, displaying her shining pink pussy and inviting me in. It was an invitation I couldn’t resist.

Nellie watched closely, licking her lips when I unzipped my jeans and my erection bobbed free. I stroked it, never taking my eyes off hers. Her stare begged me for more, and she whined. My cock throbbed in my hand.

She held her breath when I stepped between her legs, and she wrapped one of her legs around my hip. “I’m yours,” she whined, reaching between us and grabbing my cock to guide it inside her. “Show me I’m yours. I need you in me.”

I groaned when I slipped into her. Her pussy clenched around me when I pulled out and thrusted back in, dropping my head toward hers. “Fuck, I’ll never get over how good you feel.”

“Ronan,” she whined, looking up at me with distinct hunger. “Fuck me. Please.”

I couldn’t resist the slight whine in her voice or the desperation in the way her hands clung to my arms. It made me almost feral. I needed to hear the high-pitched whine that slipped from her lips get louder. I needed to feel it echoing off every surface around us.

“As you wish, sugar.”

The sound of our skin slapping together rang through the room, and each time I slammed into her, she cried out louder. Her nails dug into my skin, gripping hard enough that I was sure she would draw blood, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I needed to feel her body trembling and shattering beneath me.

Tension swirled in my core, building more as she grew louder. I could taste her broken cries, and when her arousal started to run over my balls, I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to last. As her eyes rolled into the back of her head, I knew she wasn’t far from the edge herself.

“Come for me. Give me every sweet drop.” I continued to fuck her while she rippled around me. “So. Fucking. Sweet.” I drilled into her to emphasize each word.

She came, flooding the table with her orgasm. It dripped onto our clothes on the floor and left a puddle that I was tempted to leave there. Her pussy clenched around me, squeezing me tighter with each wave, only making me desperate to join her in her release. I sped up, thrusting into her a few more times before I filled her with my release.

As Nellie came down, her entire body blushed beneath the sheen of sweat. I licked the salty, delicious drops from her, feeling her quivering beneath my tongue. “It doesn’t feel like this is real life,” she said, half-gasping and half-giggling.

“What part doesn’t feel real?” I chuckled. I imagined a lot of it didn’t. She sat up, scrunching her nose slightly.

“Any of it. The bakery, this moment.” She put her hands on either side of my face. “You.”

I smirked, taking her hands and folding them between mine. I used them to pull her closer to me, kissing her forehead while she rested against my chest. “Well, I assure you, I’m real.”

Nellie looked up at me, and her honey brown eyes sparkled. “You are,” she said, grinning. “And you’re mine.”

I kissed the top of her head again, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and licking her sweat from my lips. “I’m all yours, sugar.”

Epilogue

Nellie

Six Months Later

“Don’t you dare!” I squealed, running to the opposite side of the counter. Ronan chased after me with a large glob of frosting stuck to the end of his finger, an evil glint in his stare.

He stalked around the counter, matching the pace of my steps with larger ones of his own. “Oh, come on, sugar. What are you so scared of?”

“We open in less than an hour!” The last thing I wanted to do was wash frosting off my face and risk taking my make-up off with it. I put my hands up in front of me like a warning when he sped up. “Ronan…”

I shrieked when he half-jumped over the corner of the counter to get to me faster. My arms didn’t go up in time to block my face before Ronan smudged the frosting over my nose and cheek. He cackled, throwing his head back and releasing a laugh that made the butterflies in my stomach go crazy. I scowled at him.

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