Page 79 of Breaking the Sinner

Cobra wriggled his hips between her legs, their breath syncing up. She gripped the sides of his rock-hard forearms as he positioned himself. The length of him found her slick crease, and then something much bigger than fingers nudged for entrance. She tightened her grip. That bulbous cockhead. Would it even fit? Cobra’s lips found her ear again. His breath relaxed her.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered. She nodded, wincing. Like waiting for the pain to arrive. Or the lightning bolts from Jesus, while a booming voice told her to stop what she was doing immediately.

Cobra surged forward, pushing himself inside her. The sensation made her gasp. Just like that: her virginity gone. She’d thought it might be more cataclysmic. With horns or applause or something. But no. This was simply one devilish, delicious moment among many. Cobra stilled, the fat, slippery tip of his cock stretching her entrance.

Her chest rose and fell as she listened with every inch of her body to the sensations: the tightness as he surged forward an inch; the incredible explosion of heat as he cleared the cockhead; then the miraculous bursts of pleasure as he sank down, down, down.

Gen’s eyes fluttered shut. All the air in her lungs escaped in a whoosh.

The feel of him—fillingher—was enough to send her right over the edge. She’d used her own fingers, she’d used a vibrator, and Cobra’s hands and lips had ventured down there before. But this? This was something inexplicable. This penetrating sense of union. His flesh, buried in hers.

Cobra’s breathing sounded ragged now. Like maybe he’d run up a few flights of stairs. Nobody had ever breathed so much, so close to her; she’d never imagined it could be a turn-on, much less so reassuring. His breath grounded her.

He flexed his hips, finding another few inches inside her…pussy. The dirty word screeched across her mind, pushing her deeper into this unfiltered part of herself that Cobra had helped awaken. She ached for more at the same time she thought she might explode from satisfaction. How was it possible?

She clawed at his lower back, biting her lip to keep in the moan. It felt so good.Toogood. The definition of divine. A sensation that might keep her coming back for more. For the rest of her life.

Cobra sank into her in a long, slow glide, buried to the hilt. Then he stilled, taking a few ragged breaths. He nuzzled the side of her face, as if asking if she was okay.

“More,” she whispered. That was the understatement of the year. She wanted it so much she might break to pieces. Cobra flexed against her, rocking slightly. She rolled her lips together.

And then he started moving. A slow, sensual rhythm that made her breasts jiggle each time he pushed himself into her. Intense, but somehow soft. Her mouth parted, the riot of heat and friction and gentleness colliding inside her, creating an electric explosion she hadn’t seen coming. Hadn’t even been able to imagine. Cobra braced himself with his palms on either side of her, his abs flexing as he pushed into her.

There was less resistance now between her legs; he’d loosened her up to a perfect point. He slipped in and out easily, her sex slick and soft. She trailed her hands down the sides of his body, down the delightful dip of his lower back as it transitioned to his butt. She squeezed one of his butt cheeks. He drilled into her, a grunt escaping him.

Gen arched herself toward him, and when he sank into her again it was a whole new world. Like he could reach a different part of her. A small noise escaped her. It must have affected him the same way, because he grunted again. Beads of sweat glistened on his brow in the gray morning.

Cobra paused, running his palms over her hips, around the arc of her ass. He gripped her there and surged forward. A strangled noise leapt from her mouth, unsanctioned, unplanned. Cobra’s grin glinted devilishly in the low lighting.

He took a healthy squeeze of her ass, and then his hand wandered between her legs. His thumb sought out the needy nub there, glancing against it gently as he pushed himself in and out. The added touch coaxed the fire between her legs to an inferno. Pushing hot and fierce against the bounds of her composure. Urging her to fall over the edge.

She drew a choppy breath, one that betrayed the riot of pleasure building inside her. Her core tightened. When Cobra surged forward again, he pinched her swollen clit again, and all was lost.

Gen tumbled into her orgasm, jerky and loud, a moan escaping her that Cobra tried to silence by covering her mouth with a kiss. Her pussy quaked around him, every crevice of her body filled with warm bliss and perfection. More sacred, more unifying, than anything she’d felt on Earth. The world went white and prismatic behind her lids. She arched backward, totally assaulted by the waves of pleasure roiling and cascading through her.

When she finally came down off her cloud, Cobra had stilled above her, his hips twitching between her legs. Dawn had finally broken through the window behind him, the golden light filling the sky. In his eyes, something else had broken through.

An intimacy she’d never seen before.

A tenderness that sawed her in two.

She melted into the bed, chest heaving as she struggled to focus on something. Anything. But the meandering tendrils of pleasure made it so hard to come back to the real world. Cobra surged forward, his softened dick still inside her, and captured her lips in a kiss.

And that’s when she came to. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him over and over again. Pouring her heart out through the kisses.

This man had her heart. She couldn’t say it yet, but he had to feel it. It was evident all around them, their agreement be damned. In the kisses. In the way they’d made love. In the ways that they explored life together. In the way that life seemed to have so much more in store for them.

Three months had been a launch pad. Cobra would see it for himself soon enough.

Because he had to see that she’d given him the most sacred part of herself.

Not her virginity.

Her future.

Chapter 32

Life tumbled forward, an unending conveyor belt of laughter and sensual sex and so many homemade meals Cobra forgot to go to Burger King for a week straight. When he finally returned to his apartment, Klay sent him a look so ominous he might as well have been auditioning for a horror flick.

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