Page 132 of Wicked Sins

“More.” Then, as if he can’t bear waiting for me, he knocks my feet off the stools and yanks my underwear down my legs. The fabric burns against my skin, but everything translates into pleasure…even pain.

This time, he forces my legs up even higher, setting them down beside my hips. My thighs and hip joints ache and complain, but dear God, I couldn’t care if he breaks my back. He’s staring at me like I’m everything he’s ever wanted and more.

“I’d make this last forever if I could,” he says, stepping forward and touching the tip of his cock to my entrance. When he looks up, my entire body quakes. “But, I’d go insane if I didn’t fuck you right now.”

“Fuck me, please.” My voice breaks. I want to scoot forward, to press myself harder against him, but I’d probably fall off the fucking counter.

“Are you wet enough?” There’s a wicked smile dancing on his mouth.

“Yes!” I peel myself open for him. “See?”

He glances down, groans deep in his throat, and starts stroking his cock along my slit, coating himself. Then he looks up again. “I will. But not here. I want to fuck you hard, and I don’t want you falling and splitting your head open before I’m done.”

I’m ready to jump off the goddamn counter, but before I can move, he grabs me and squeezes so hard I gasp.

Then he ducks his head and flicks his tongue over my clit.

I cry out, grabbing a fistful of his hair. I try to drag him harder against me, but he’s too strong. He teases me, swirling his tongue over my nub again and again.

It’s too much.

I can’t hold back anymore.

I stare down at him, watching him devour every inch of my pussy, and then toss back my head as I come. A strangled scream breaks out of me. Cool air flows over me like water, and the fluttering curtain drags my gaze away. I come undone as I stare at the pretty lights flickering on the surface of the pool.

His tongue darts inside me, dragging out my climax, perhaps starting another, I don’t have a fucking clue.

I’m still panting, still fading away between the stars sparkling across my mind when Joah’s cock presses against my entrance.

“I’m going to hurt you,” he says, as if bracing himself, as if asking me to do the same.

“Nothing you do can ever hurt me,” I whisper, with no idea where the words are coming from.

“Jesus, Candy, how can you be so fucking perfect?” He looks up, and our mouths crash together as he forces the first inch of his cock into me.

There’s no pain, just tightness. I’m stretching for him, and the sensation’s both glorious and frightening. I know I want him, but I don’t know if I want him inside me like this. Would it be going too far? Couldn’t it just be enough without this?

“Jo, I—” I cut off when his fingers touch my clit. “I don’t know if I want—”

“Shh,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I’ll go slow.”

His breath is hot against my lips, and his body quivers as he tries to go deeper. I push against his chest. “Please, just…give me a second—”

He kisses me. Massages my clit with expert fingers. And stays buried just that single, enticing inch inside me.

“You’ll love it,” he whispers, sounding frantic with need. “Let me split you open and make you bleed. It’ll feel so good, after.”

I shudder at his words, and sigh out against his lips. “Slow,” I say. “Please, go slow.”

He groans deep in his throat and pushes his face into the crook of my neck. His teeth graze at my throat as he runs his fingers all around my stretched out slit.

“Hurt me, if you want,” he murmurs. “If it makes it easier.”

I’m already sinking my nails into him when he forces himself in another inch. I’m aching and throbbing as I stretch to accommodate him, as he tries to go deeper.

The pool house phone starts ringing again.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” he pushes away from me, pulling out and leaving me wrecked and aching. My tensed-up body sags, and I let out a sob of part frustration, part relief.

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