Page 60 of Breaking the Sinner

Gen draped an arm over her eyes, unable to do anything but heave. “Keep going.”

Cobra did as he was told. His cashmere caresses resumed, fingers stroking folds, lips loving on her clit. It was an outpouring of love, in a way that positively sank into her bones. Pleasure burrowed deep, coiling and tightening until she thought she couldn’t handle it anymore. And then he pressed a finger inside her. Gen’s gasp practically ricocheted through the room.

“Is that okay?” Cobra glanced up at her, his tongue making lazy swirls around her clit as he awaited the answer.

Gen nodded hard, unable to find words, much less speak them. Cobra grinned, assessing her pussy once more.

“Genny, you’re so wet.” He pinched her clit between thumb and forefinger, which made her entire body jolt. She groaned into the crook of her elbow.

“Yeah,” he responded, as though she’d said anything of substance. “I get it.”

And then he was back between her legs, one finger pressing slowly inside her while his lips conjured soft magic around her clit. Her breathing went ragged. Inside, sensations rioted. He moaned from between her legs, too. As if this was even a fraction as enjoyable for him.

“You feel so fucking good.” His voice held a primal edge. One that sent her skin prickling.

Gen bit her bottom lip, trying to keep in the sounds that threatened to explode out of her. Nothing made sense. Everything made sense. She arched her back, urging more of the infuriating pleasure.

“Nnngh,” was all she could say.

He eased that finger in, and then slowly, deliberately, eased it back out. The slowness combined with the pressure and the silky warmth and his lips—it was too much. Every cell in her body vibrated. Desperate to climax. To fall headfirst over the edge, and never go back to a life withoutthis.

Cobra slurped noisily between her legs, and she wasn’t sure what gave her the final push. Maybe it was the way he’d pushed his finger back inside her, or maybe it was that long, tight pull on her clit. Whatever it was, the heat that had been stalking her core finally ignited into a blaze. Every inch of her skin went rigid and hot, and she arched back, unable to scream, unable to speak, unable to do anything but hang tight and ride this orgasm to the end.

The pleasure assaulted her, from head to toe and back again. Cobra didn’t let up between her legs, simply held her with an iron grip around her butt cheeks as she writhed and sighed and moaned behind pressed-shut lips. Her chest heaved as much as her body quaked.

When the bliss cleared enough for her to think, Cobra watched her with a satisfied smirk on his face. Lounging between her legs as if he’d been there his whole life. And truthfully, she didn’t want him to go anywhere else. Now that he’d finally breached that fortress, he needed to stay there.

“Holy,” she wheezed, “Mother. Of. Fudge.”

His smirk turned into a full-blown smile. One that she was sure nobody had ever gotten to see but her.

“Welcome to third base, Red.”

Chapter 25

Gen clutched a pillow between her arms as she stared at the blank wall of her bedroom. If she watched it for long enough, it could become the featureless taupe wall of her bedroom back home. And for some reason, a day after those mind-blowing orgasms, when she’d been at the pinnacle of her independence and womanhood, all she wanted to do was crawl back to the innocent bubble she’d left behind.

Guilt swarmed as thickly as breathy recollections of Cobra’s tongue pressing inside her. The way that heat seemed to spread like roots. And with every lascivious thought about last night came the internal reprimand.

What would your parents think if they found out?She clutched the pillow tighter.Bethany probably already knows, spying from Heaven. What sort of role model are you being for Mary?She pinched her eyes shut.How can you ever expect to find a husband now that you’ve gone and sullied yourself?

The rational part of her brain didn’t believe these thoughts. But every other part of her did.

Gen buried her face in the pillow, willing the thoughts away. Just lying in bed reminded her of Cobra’s delicious heat pressed against her. The way his fingers had dug into her butt cheeks. Branding her.

The alarm clock bleated weakly from her nightstand. She launched an arm to shut it off. She’d been awake for forty-five minutes already. Reliving the most amazing orgasms of her life. Praying for forgiveness. Wishing he was in her bed again already, so they could keep edging closer to home.

Gen forced herself to roll out of bed. She moved through her morning routine like a zombie—pee, brush teeth, comb hair for five minutes, then return to her room, where she knelt at the bedside, head pressed against the comforter.

She still did this every morning. The prayer position, etched into her from twenty-four years of practice. But since coming to LA, it was pure posturing. No prayers came anymore.

Nothing other than,Please God, help me find my way.

She stayed there until her strength returned. And then she clambered to her feet, resuming her zombie course.

Cobra would be at work today. She could at least gaze into those dark eyes and find the reassuring roots of what they shared yesterday.

But what about Mary?

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