Page 205 of The Sinner: James

An urgent need to pound her soars through me, hardening my dick. Aware of the effect she has on me, she runs her palm across my chest and down over my hard abs.

She lowers herself and grinds her crotch against my throbbing hard-on, her breasts in my face.

Just as I’m about to end her performance, she slides off, spins around, and bends at the waist away from me, giving me a full view of her tight butt.

I dip my gaze low enough to get a glimpse of her lace-encased folds, and just when I want to grab her, the tune shifts and she begins to dance.

I watch her, fascinated, for a few good moments before she kneels in front of me, tucks herself between my legs, runs her hands up my thighs, and fucks me with her eyes.

I flash a smile.

She’s fucking good. I’ll give her that. And now I know why men pay so much to spend time with her.

Crawling up, she traces my thighs with her chest, brings her lips to my dick, and works my bulge, a wanton smile beaming on her face.

Her nipples harden, a rush of blood painting her cheeks.

She straddles me again and pushes herself up.

Propped on her knees, she hooks her fingers inside her panties and slowly slides them down, yet not all the way, driving me crazy.

Dangling her pussy in front of me, she lifts her arms above her head and grinds her crotch against my mouth.

And this must be the end of it.

She swings closer one more time before I snag her panties, pull them to her knees, grab her ass, and bring her slit to my mouth.

“James... Fuck, James....” she squeals as I break her rhythm and have her sit on my face.

She’s got me hungry, and judging by the wetness rolling on my tongue, she’s famished too.

I run my tongue between her folds and kiss her hard, sucking on her juicy clit.

She grabs my hair, swiftly draping a leg over my shoulder, moaning, gasping, and grinding her pussy against my lips.

“James...” she breathes, lost.

The game is over.

Moaning, she presses her pussy against my mouth, feeding me.

The huntress is now hunted, and her walls begin to crumble. Her mask peels off, the wild woman surfacing in all her glory.

She cries out my name as the pleasure soars through her.

It makes my flesh melt.

She comes fast––her hips shaking, her wetness trickling into my mouth. The moment she scales down, I pull her back onto my lap.

She stares at me with unfocused eyes––her chest flushed and sweaty.

I’m so hard and hot I’m about to combust.

Eyes glued to my lips, she goes swiftly through my buttons.

I shed my shirt while she quickly grabs a condom from the side table.

Tilting an eyebrow at her, I smile.

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