Page 94 of Wicked Sins

I tilt my head a little. “Why would it—?” I start, smiling around the question. Then my mouth goes slack. “Wait, you’venever…?”

She shakes her head, pressing her quivering mouth into a line.

Fuck.

I gently lay her head back. My hands grasp roughly at her breasts as I trail them down her body. When I reach her thighs, my fingers dimple her skin with how I force them apart.

She lets out a cry of surprise when my tongue flicks against her soaked pussy, and then her body shudders as she releases a long breath.

I use one hand to drag up her folds, baring her clit, while the other wraps my cock in a stranglehold. Slowly, shuddering, I massage her clit with my tongue as I bring myself to the brink.

She whimpers like she’s in pain, but her hand tangles in my hair, forcing me harder against her.

Jesus, I’m so fucking close. It’s taking everything I have not to shift up and thrust my cock into her, to have her virgin walls gripping me like a fist.

“I—I—” she cuts off with a deep moan, her hips bucking.

Fuck, this is torture. I rub out her climax with my thumb, lifting to my knees and coming as close as I dare to her.

Bright blue eyes pop open when I touch my cock to her entrance.

I’m grimacing, every muscle in my body about to snap.

Jesus.

The heat from her pussy coats my dick. I smear my crown through her folds, grunting at how wet and hot she is.

Her fingernails bring blood out on my skin as she drags them down my arm, her back arching as she comes.

A second later, I come too. Cum squirts over her clit, her pussy, her hole. She shudders when I use the tip of my cock to smear it all over her, to force some of that creamy liquid between her lips. Not going in more than half an inch, not fuckingdaring.

Not now.

Not yet.

My muscles quiver, and I finally relax.

But I can’t stop stroking her, can’t stop relishing in the hot mess I’ve made.

I’ve ruined her, and I’d do it again a hundred times.

When I look up, she’s staring at me with rapture painted on her face.

Her body sags as she lets out a long sigh. I shift up, coming to lie beside her and then cradle her body with mine.

I drag her PJs up her legs. Then I cup my hand over her pussy and squeeze until the fabric goes damp. She squirms at that touch, and then goes still.

I close my eyes and press my lips to her neck as I wait for our heartbeats to slow to normal.

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

“For what?”

“Not…not going all the way yet.”

My heart hitches at the wordyet, but I force myself not to linger on its promise.

I huff out a breath that ricochets off her skin and back against my mouth. “Honestly, I’m shocked I had so much self-control.”

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