Page 16 of Play It Sinful

“Or your cock was made for my pussy,” I whisper back. “I’m so close... oh my God. Fuck me harder.”

“You got it, beautiful.” His thrusts intensify, and he’s pounding into me so hard, the couch starts to move.

The orgasm hits me then, a tsunami of epic proportions that fragments me into tiny particles, then builds me up again. I moan loudly, but then he lifts me from the couch, and now I’m straddling him. His mouth finds mine, and he swallows my cries of ecstasy. A moment later, a guttural sound comes from deep his throat. His body convulses, and his cock throbs inside me. Yet he keeps up the pace and doesn’t stop fucking me until both our bodies stop shaking, and we’re breathing hard.

“Wow,” he chuckles, pressing his forehead against mine.

“You can say that again. I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk out of here.”

“If you can’t, I’ll carry you.”

I laugh. “Deal.”

I move, trying to detach from him without causing an accident. Without effort, he helps me off and sets me down on the couch again. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” He stands up and removes the condom. “Do you think this place has a trash can?”

“Probably, but good luck finding it.” I search for my dress. In the heat of the moment, I don’t know where I dropped it.

The stupid mask is limiting my vision, so I get rid of it. I don’t see the point of keeping it on now. Besides, I’m sweating under it. I find my dress on the floor and, with my back to my mystery man, I put it on.

“Do you want your underwear back?” he asks.

“Sure.” I turn. “Gimme it.”

“Son of a bitch,” he blurts out.

“What?” My pulse skyrockets. I’m not sure what freaked him out, but it can’t be good, judging by his tense posture.

He removes his mask brusquely, and my stomach bottoms out. I understand his horror. I hooked up with Sean.

Kill me now.

CHAPTER 6

SEAN

My entire body is frozen except for my heart, which is hammering inside my chest hard and fast. For a second, I thought my eyes were deceiving me, but it was wishful thinking. The gorgeous woman who I was already dubbing the best hookup I’ve ever had is none other than Ashley. The buzz from the alcohol has vanished, and I’m stone-cold sober.

“Is this a sick joke?” she asks.

“What?”

“Did you know it was me this whole time?”

I blink fast, outraged by her accusation. “Do you seriously believe I’d do something so twisted?”

She pushes her hair back with a shaky hand. “I don’t know what to think.”

“I didn’t recognize you, all right? Your hair is pink, for starters, and I was buzzed. You didn’t recognize me either—at least, I’m hoping you didn’t.”

She hugs her middle and starts to pace. “Of course I didn’t recognize you, dumbass. It was super dark, and loud. Oh God. I think I’m going to be sick.”

I try to not feel offended, but it’s hard. Despite being disturbed by this revelation, I’m not disgusted by it. “Oh, get over it. It was just a fuck, and we aren’t related.”

She stops pacing and throws me a death glare. “Oh yeah, that’s my main concern. I screwed my stepbrother—I’m going to hell. It has nothing to do with the fact I hate your guts.”

This isn’t the first time Ashley has told me that, but tonight it hurts. I don’t know why. The darkness spreads through my veins, and the noise in my head gets louder. Fuck. Not this again.

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