Page 211 of The Sinner: James

At the time, Lex and Ed were practically living at my place, and I couldn’t imagine my life without them.

That’s why she did her best to make them feel at home.

Yeah… Yeah.

She knew how important they were to me and how much she mattered to me, yet she abandoned me anyway.

Perhaps that was the best that she could do.

I take another drink and push that thought away, shifting my focus to the frozen world outside when footsteps travel across the room and halt behind me.

Her hands glide across my chest, my skin cold against her touch.

Naked behind me, she wraps her arms around my body, presses her cheek into my shoulder, and crushes her breasts against my torso, her heat seeping into my skin.

“Hey, baby,” she says softly, as if I mean the world to her.

Sliding her hand down, she strokes my abs.

“Let’s go to bed,” she says quietly.

I don’t move.

She tears the glass away from my fingers, sets it on a table, and pivots back to me. Her hands journey down my body, her chest pressed flush against my back again.

Moving her lips across my skin, she leaves kisses on my shoulders. Her fingers slink inside my pants, slowly pushing them to my hips.

She wraps her hand around my hard-on and slowly pumps it.

“Or not...” she murmurs as I stir in her hand.

She strokes my hard length and palms my balls before shifting her position and smoothly stopping in front of me.

My fingers slide into her hair.

I grab a fistful of her mane and pull her to my lips.

Embraced, we crash, my back against the window, our bodies pressed together, our lips locked.

She moans as I begin to kiss her.

“James...”

Sealing her lips, I force her into silence.

She slides her hand into my hair, arching her back and sucking on my tongue while I thrust my cock into her fist.

Smoothly, she breaks away from me and kneels in front of me.

Her hand rolls up and down my dick, her mouth wrapping me in heat.

Cupping my balls, she licks my hard meat when my hands go to her head.

“Look at me,” I say, taking her face in my hands.

My voice is hoarse, my lips are parched, and the fire in her eyes is lodged in my brain.

Our eyes stay connected as she twists her fist, sliding it up and down, spreading the moisture over my throbbing dick.

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