Page 22 of Sinners Retreat

Her eyes widen.

Then an idea strikes me. “I get that you’ll need to focus once we’re on the island, but we aren’t there yet. Maybe we could slip off to the loo?”

She unfastens her seatbelt and stands. “And maybe after that, we could have tea and crumpets.”

“Why do you Americans always go straight to the tea and crumpets?” I release my lap belt and follow her.

We trot off to the small bathroom with everyone’s eyes on us, but she doesn’t seem to care, so neither do I. If Bennett has something snarky to say later, I’ll know it comes from a place of jealousy.

Once we’re inside with the door closed behind us, Kindra drops to her knees and begins lowering my shorts. “It’s my turn to show you what my mouth can do,” she says.

Not one to turn down a blow job, I don’t argue.

She wraps her hand around my dick and goes straight for the undercarriage. Her mouth bathes my balls in wet heat as she runs circles with her tongue, all while staring up at me.

“You’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?” I growl.

Her tongue slides up my balls and travels the length of my shaft, but she doesn’t go right for the head. She stops just below it and slowly trails back to the base. Pleasure grips my spine.

“I want you to fuck my face,” she whispers against my cock.

Gripping her dark hair, I press the head of my dick against her lips. She opens her mouth and lets me inside. I’ve only been this close to heaven once before, and that was last night.

“Fuck,” I groan as I push to the back of her throat. “I love the way you let me use you.”

She stares up at me, a smile in her brown eyes. The girl likes praise, and I’m happy to provide it.

Her full lips expertly guard her teeth, so I pick up the pace and fuck her mouth a little faster. A low moan climbs up her throat and tickles my dick. I look down and realize she’s slipped her hand down her shorts to play with herself as I use her, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from blowing my load right now.

I push hard against her face and hold myself in place. Tears fill her eyes, but she doesn’t gag or struggle away. She takes me. All of me. The poor thing can barely get her mouth around me,but she gobbles my cock like it’s her job. Well, she’s about to get a raise.

“When I come, don’t swallow. Hold it in your mouth. Do you understand?”

She nods her head gently.

“Good girl.”

Another moan flies up her throat. She must be as close to coming as I am.

I begin fucking her throat again. “Don’t come yet,” I say through gritted teeth. “The only orgasm you have will be the one I give you.”

Her hand moves faster in her shorts, and her thighs begin to shake. I grip her hair tighter and angle her head back as I pound into her mouth even harder.

“Don’t be a naughty pet,” I say.

Her eyes close as she pants around my cock, sending me over the edge, and I fill her mouth with my come. I hold her in place until I’ve finished. With puffed cheeks and tear-filled eyes, she leans back and waits for my next command.

“Stand.”

She does as she’s told, and I pull her against me and kiss her. As our tongues tangle together, my pleasure transfers from her mouth to mine. I’m sure she’s more than happy for the load to change hands. Come doesn’t exactly taste pleasant, but I didn’t do this so that I could taste it.

I kneel before her and snatch down her shorts. I’m pleasantly surprised when I realize she’s wearing no panties. She steps out of the denim, then leans back against the wall, spreading her legs to give me access to her perfect mound.

Gripping her full hips, I bury my face in her sweet scent and force my come inside her with my tongue. I push two fingers into her to drive it deeper as I suck her clit.

A moan rolls off her lips as she grips my shoulders. Her thighs quiver against the sides of my face, and this is probably the fastest I’ve ever gotten a woman off. To be fair, that blow job was probably the fastest I’ve gotten off as well.

As her orgasm recedes, I help her into her shorts. She steadies herself by holding on to me, but she looks completely done in.

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