Page 59 of Breaking the Sinner

“Where are we going?”

“Just over here.” He tossed her onto the bed. She bounced gently, loving the view of him from this angle, the satisfied cloud that clung to him, the chain holding his stepfather’s ring dangling between his pecs. “For round two.”

She pressed her toe against the flat plane of his lower abs. “You want me to do it again? Tough luck. Turns out I’m really good at blowjobs, so this time, I’m charging.”

He expelled a laugh through his nose. “No, Genny. What I mean is, this time, I make you come.”

He tugged at her shorts. Once they crested her hips, his intention hit her. He wanted to go betweenherlegs now.

To the place where only their hands had ever ventured.

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“Oh.” She tsked, swatting his hands away before he could roll the shorts off over her ankles. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I like making you come,” he said, pausing in his disrobing.

“I like when you make me come,” she said, barely above a whisper. “But you don’t have to…” she gestured to her crotch. “You know. It wasn’t on my list.”

He lowered his chin, his greedy gaze growing darker. Mischief tightened the air between them, as if a studio audience had suddenly arrived to gasp at the turn of events.

“Red.” He tugged the shorts one more time, and they popped off over her feet. “If you tell me no, that’s one thing. If you think you’re not gonna like this…just wait.”

Panic streaked through her. Somehow, the idea of his head between her legs ranked as the least sexy thing she could imagine. Who knows what he’d find down there? Bits of toilet paper? Messy hair? She couldn’t even examine herself with a hand mirror. She hadn’t evenbathed. Who in their right mind wanted to do this?

“But I—”

“Relax,” Cobra said, and then his velvety lips found her inner thigh, and she melted back against the bed.

“Much better,” he said throatily, the bed creaking as he adjusted his position. His head hovered above her pubic bone, his gaze as heated as his mouth. “Now tell me.” His kisses skipped up along her inner thigh, all the way up to the edge of her panties. His breath came out hot on the scrap of fabric covering her pussy. “Can I keep going?”

Her mind sang with confusion and excitement, practically white noise. She took two deep breaths before she forced out, “Okay.”

He hummed low, brushing his nose against the crotch of her panties. She jerked at the unexpected contact with her clit. His warm palms slid beneath her ass, cupping her solidly. Every breath between her legs made her tense. He took a soft bite of her inner thigh.

“Relax.” His voice was nearly a song. She pinched her eyes shut, allowing her head to drop back on the bed.

“I’m trying,” she said.

He shifted again, then a moment later, his fingertips grazed the crotch of her panties. Heat pooled low, churning slow and predatory. Every nerve ending in her body sparked with awareness. This was both torture and bliss.

Cobra’s molten gaze caught hers as he pressed his lips to the most sensitive area between her legs. Pleasure coiled tight. The damp heat of his breath enveloped her clit through the panties. A strange, hitching moan escaped her.

Her legs splayed open, as if he’d pressed some magical button that dissolved the tension threading through her. She pressed her palms against the bedspread, rolling her lips inward to stave off any more of those moans.

“Genny,” Cobra said, his voice breathy. His tongue flicked against the fabric covering the stiff peak of her clit. She jolted. “I’m gonna take your panties off.”

She couldn’t say anything. How could anyone say anything to that? He tugged at her underwear, and suddenly everything was in slow motion: the scrape of his nails against her calves, the waft of air meeting her womanhood, the churning anticipation that hovered between horror and desperation.

Because she wanted this—she did. She knew it the second he’d said it. She’d just been programmed to avoid, avoid, avoid. Oral sex had never even been mentioned in her community, not even as a sin. It was simply…absent.

But maybe the greater sin wasnotknowing about oral sex.

Cobra’s gaze caught hers. Question marks greeted her there, and she nodded, as though answering his silent question. He surged forward then, his warm lips finding the tight peak of her clit. And then it was damp heat and velvet lips and thewow wow oh my heavenssensation of his sweet tongue caressing and prodding and cradling her in all the best ways.

Her mouth parted again, all the air inside her solidifying as she tried to process the blunt force of the pleasure. It was hot and soft and slow and measured. And then his tongue dipped inside her—inside her—and finally a moan came ripping out of her.

Cobra chuckled from between her legs. He paused, resting his chin on her thigh. “You like it?”

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