Page 86 of Breaking the Sinner

He’d already gone too deep. And now, he was drowning in her. Desperate for the very thing that choked him. He already knew the end of this…arrangement…was going to hurt. Better to end it sooner rather than get tangled even deeper in the web.

She sent him a sexy grin as he undid the buttons, wiping his mind clear of his doubts. When her shirt hung open, he slid it over each shoulder and then tossed it to the floor.

“You need to get your shorts, though, babe,” he whispered, his voice sticking in his throat. Her suggestion had taken this backseat union from special to legendary. Part of him hated that it mattered so much. But he’d learned how to quiet that side of him that wanted to diminish what he and Gen shared. He wanted to relish every last second of this.

Gen wriggled out of her shorts and then her undies. He hummed with appreciation once the creamy expanse of her lower half gleamed in the silver light. He brushed his fingers over the wily red hair between her legs. He pushed a thumb into the damp folds, finding that needy nub that he couldn’t get enough of.

Gen jolted, sinking her fingernails into his shoulder. He tore his T-shirt off, then unhooked her bra. Totally naked. Stuffed into the backseat. He urged her to straddle him, and she did so hesitantly, careful to fold herself onto the seat around him. His thick cockhead brushed against her pussy, betraying how absolutely wet she was for him—drenched, her excitement dribbling down the insides of her thighs.

He’d never been with someone who could get so fucking turned on for him. The fact that she was dying for it—for him—drove him mindless. He dug his fingertips into the soft flesh of her hips, guiding his cock back and forth over her folds.

She released a shaky breath. The pebbled tips of her breasts grazed his chest, setting every inch of his body on fire. His desire for her had him wound tight. He could explode from wanting her.

“Are you ready for me, babe?” He asked the question into the side of her neck, the fragrant hollow that held him captive.

“I’m ready.”

“Sink down,” he whispered, guiding her by the hips. “Slow, okay? It’s a new position for you. Take it slow.”

She nodded furiously, and she flexed her hips so that the tip of his cock brushed her entrance. They didn’t line up on the first try or the second. But on the third try, his cockhead slipped inside, and the warm honey of bliss slunk through his veins. This woman was a drug. She calmed him as much as she riled him up. She was better than alcohol. Better than coke. Better than being stoned for days straight. Gen wrapped around him—that was the real shit. And the feel of her stretching to take him, no barrier between their most intimate parts, sent a jolt from his toes to the top of his head.

Gen inhaled sharply, the grip around his neck tightening. Then the slow, languorous sinking began. Her chest heaved. She gripped the headrest of the backseat.

“You good?” His voice shook. Betraying just how fuckinggoodthis really was.

She nodded fast, then her head fell backward, showcasing the long, elegant slope of her neck. He scraped his teeth against it. She arched, finding more depth. He moaned into the curve of her neck.

“Fuuuuck,” she moaned.

He smiled, rolling his hips beneath her. Halfway inside, and he could probably come soon, even without sinking all the way in. This woman was a sorceress.

“That’s it, Genny.” He rolled his hips again. She sank a bit lower. “Keep going.”

“It feels so goooood,” she moaned, head dropping to his shoulder. He pushed at her hips. She sank lower. Lower still. Her pussy wrapped around him like a glove. Stretching and warm and velvety. His head fell back against the headrest. He groaned as she claimed the final inch around his cock.

This. Right here. The most beautiful moment of his life.

“It feels so much better without it,” she panted into his ear.

“I know,” he croaked. He rocked against her slightly. She gasped. “That’s what makes being smart so hard.”

“I get it now,” she said. “There’s no way we could put it on halfway through.” She bucked against him. A low moan erupted. “Fuuuuck.”

The heat of her pressed against him turned into sweaty spots. They formed a bumpy, jerky rhythm, desperation in cramped quarters. The tight points of her nipples brushed against him in time. The only sound between them was the breathy pulse of their panting.

For how hesitant she might have been at the start, Gen unfurled as the passion skyrocketed. She arched and rocked and rolled on top of him. His mind burned with thoughts of his release, but he wanted to make sure she got there with him.

“You like it on top, babe?”

Her eyes were pinched shut. Lost in her own world. A dreamy smile fluttered across her face. “So much. So much.”

He steadied her by the hips and drilled up into her. She gasped, followed up with a low moan.

“I’m close,” she wailed, her body tensing. Cobra did it again, steadied her while he surged as deeply as he could. Her pussy spasmed around him, and she couldn’t even get the words out before she was quaking and shuddering and moaning. Her fingernails gouged divots in his biceps. And while she came, he drove into her until he felt his own release churning.

He lifted her by the hips, allowing himself to slip out so he didn’t come inside her. He groaned as he watched his cock pulse and shoot, drizzling the center console with his spunk. Gen panted and rolled off to the side, hair messy, her face the dictionary definition of satisfied.

Cobra slumped back into the seat, reaching for her hand, pulling her back on top of him. She collapsed into his arms, their sticky spots joining, the damp heat not even bothering him. They smiled lazily at each other, a peaceful silence drenching the backseat.

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