Page 117 of The Sinner: James

People celebrate outside, men and women, properly dressed and well-mannered, and here I am, watching them, almost naked, feeding on the sensual pleasure he is giving me.

One hand goes to my chest and kneads my breasts, the other grabbing my sex. His fingers slide down, parting my folds and stroking my clit.

“James...”

“Yeah, baby...”

“James...”

My voice trails off as I rock my rear against his hard length.

“You’re doing it right...” he says, a smile lining his voice. “Keep doing it.”

I sweep the length of his erection a few more times before turning to him and meeting his fiery eyes.

A mysterious smile tugs at his lips as I move my fingers to his neckline, untie his bowtie, and take his jacket off.

He leans against the desk while I undo his buttons, tear off his shirt and toss it on a chair.

Holding his eyes, I unbuckle his belt.

His gaze rolls down, taking in the small triangle of lace covering my smooth folds.

A smile narrows his eyes as I wedge myself between his legs and lean on him, cupping and stroking his erection through his pants.

“There’s nothing like being fucked by you…” he purrs against my lips, sliding his fingers inside my panties and ripping them off.

He rolls his hands up the back of my thighs and smoothly brings his fingers between my butt cheeks, touching my entrance from behind.

Briefly closing my eyes, I indulge in that sensation before splaying my fingers over his face and locking his lips while moving my tongue with his.

He kisses me with hunger, devouring me, every stroke fueling my longing for him.

Moments later, he kicks the armchair closer, pivots away from me, and crashes on it, motioning me to his feet.

I kneel between his legs without a word.

Teasingly, he gives me a lustful smile and tilts back in his seat while I put my hands on his erection.

“As if you love it, babe…” he murmurs, winking at me.

His legs open even more.

I roll my tongue up his length, stroking the underside of his cock first and then the chiseled crown.

“I do love it,” I say, my nostrils flaring.

He pulls my hair into his fist while I promptly fill my mouth and suck on him.

His gaze moves swiftly from my lips to my eyes and back to my mouth again.

Blood pools in his cheeks, his eyes getting heavy, his smile withering away, an expression of abandon sliding over his face.

“You’re doing great, baby.”

He groans, pushing his hips up, almost choking me as I swirl my tongue around him before he unexpectedly pulls out, leaving me a heap of yearning flesh.

He rises to his feet, nudges me around, and presses me against the wall, my back to him.

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