Page 64 of Wicked Sin

“That’s better,” she breathes as her lips break apart from mine. “You feel so good.”

Fuck. Yeah. She’s hot and wet, slick against me, and—

She took off her bikini. That barely there scrap of nothing had been there one second, and now was gone.

She was fucking naked, grinding against my cock, which she has pulled out of my trunks. And I can see how I absolutely green-lit all of this. But we absolutely cannot under any circumstances fuck, no matter how slick and hot she feels. I don’t have a condom anywhere in this house. And then there’s the small matter—fuck—of the power imbalance.

Boundaries.

Slow down.

Easier said than done when she’s naked and feels like the best thing ever in my arms.

“Touch me,” she whispers. “Please.”

Please. Good lord, I can’t say no to that.

Reaching between us, I push my hand past my straining cock and touch her for the first time. She’s got a sweet, fat little pussy. Plump lips, slick and wet in the middle, and my fingers find her entrance like we’ve done this a dozen times before.

She rocks her hips, inviting the first thrust, and my brain short circuits.

“Get yourself off, Taylor.” Fuck, I want to bury myself inside her. Instead, I settle for the sweet clutch of her pussy around my fingers. “Rub that clit. Show me how you come. I want to feel it.”

Instead, she wraps her hands around my cock, and we slowly start to hand fuck each other. She’s tight and hot around my hand, silky and soft. I can’t tear my eyes away from the spread of her cunt around my fingers, her grip sure and steady on my cock just in the foreground.

It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

And the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard is the little gasping inhales she makes as she rides up and down in my lap. Slow. My girl likes it slow. And deep. But hard. Rough. She grinds down when my hand bottoms out against her slick flesh, pulling more of me into her body. And she shakes as she lifts herself up, all needy and horny and perfect and so close already, I can see it.

Her neck flushes pink, her mouth swells, her nipples get puffy, just the tips going hard.

Her fucking nipples. I pull her close so I can get my mouth on them, suck her against my tongue, and she loses her hold on my dick.

“Ah, Luke, oh…” Yes. Fuckingyes.Those are the words I want to hear. My name on her tongue, a breathy exhale as she shudders and shakes for me.

“Touch yourself,” I growl against her flesh. “Taylor. Come on my fucking hand, baby. I’m going to fill you up with another finger, stretch you until it burns, and you’re coming to come so hard.”

With a whimper, she slides her hand between us again and rubs herself, her fingers bumping against mine.

We work together as she climbs the last cliff, as she gets tighter and hotter until she finally reaches the pinnacle. A fresh slickness coats us both, my good little girl coming like a rocket in my lap.

And I squeeze her pussy one last time, gently now. The time for pain is over. “Beautiful,” I whisper against her hair before I ease out of her, bringing my fingers to my mouth.

My cock throbs as I suck the taste of her off my fingers. Fuck.

She turns her head and sticks out her tongue.

Double fucking fuck. I feed her the last drop of herself, and then she turns to share it with me.

Our tongues slide slowly back and forth, and my mind dissolves into nothing but need.

To hold her.

To do that again.

To fuck her and fill her up and taste her and keep her safe.

Which means, for now, that has to be the end of what we just did.

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