Page 22 of Sinful Betrayal

As if she can read my thoughts, she leans closer and captures my mouth with hers.

She’s hesitant to start with, her soft lips gently nipping at my mouth.

I move to cup her cheek, pressing my thumb beneath her chin to angle her head back, giving me better access. I slowly tease my tongue along her lower lip, a silent request for her to part them.

The groan that builds in my chest as my tongue slides against hers is nothing short of feral.

I sink my fingers into her thighs as I try to control myself, but she tastes so damn sweet, and I want more.

“Nina,” I grunt, pulling away and resting my forehead against hers as I catch my breath.

She chuckles before shifting herself so that she’s straddling my lap.

My hands go to her waist as she kisses me, her tongue eagerly forcing its way into my mouth as she slowly starts to move her hips.

“Nina,” I hiss as she grinds against me, her lace-covered pussy rubbing up against the bulge in my pants.

“Oh my god,” she moans, her head falling to my shoulder as she tries to catch her breath.

Now it’s my turn to chuckle.

“Does that feel good,zayka?” I murmur as my fingers dig into her waist, and I gently move her hips back and forth, rubbing myself against her heat.

She moans again, her fingers digging into my shoulders.

“What do you need?”

She pulls back and looks at me with glazed eyes.

“You,” she gasps before kissing me deeply.

Thank fuck.

I shift her back onto the couch and move to my knees in front of her.

Nina’s eyes go wide as I roam my hands up her thighs, pushing them wider and exposing her lilac panties to me.

She’s already damp along the center, and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting her arousal.

“I’m enjoying this color scheme.” My fingers tease along the waistband of her panties. “May I?”

She nods, her throat bobbing.

I dip my fingers into the waistband and gently tug them down her thighs.

Once they’re over her ankles, I pocket the lace and place my hands on her knees, pushing them apart to reveal her slick pussy.

“Nina,” I groan as I take in her glistening folds.

“Please,” she gasps, her head falling back against the couch.

I rest her thighs on my shoulders before dipping down and running my tongue along her core.

She cries out at the first lick, and I almost come in my pants from the taste.

She’s so wet, and I eagerly lick at her arousal, groaning at the sweet taste of her.

“Nina,” I growl.

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