Page 342 of The Sinner: James

Her nails scratch the table, her moans making me push even harder.

My name falls from her lips several times as I drive her pleasure to the climax, making her come.

She still shudders when I pull my hand out of her hair.

“Now, get on your knees.”

Panting, she tosses a glance over her shoulder, her lips curled into a smile, her eyes heavy with lust.

Smoothly, she pushes off the kitchen island, turns to me, and slides down.

One hand lands on my hip while the other wraps around my girth.

She licks my hard length from the root to the crown.

Lips parted, she gives me a sultry smile while pulling me into her mouth. Her tongue sweeps my hard meat, sending tingles up my spine.

She bobs her head, sliding me into her mouth, while I stare at her, intoxicated with pleasure.

My hips roll, pushing harder and faster as I begin to shudder.

She doesn’t stop or break her rhythm, her passion heightening my pleasure.

She closes her eyes, completely out. Just like me.

I rest a hand on her hair as she takes me to the breaking point, and I cum all over her mouth as if I own her.

Moments later, she flicks her gaze up and takes me in with lustful eyes.

“Good thing.. you do love it,” I murmur.

She smiles as I help her up before she loops her arms around me. I crush her in my embrace, her skin still burning, smelling like sex.

Reluctantly, we break apart, and I start fixing my pants.

“You go first,” I say, motioning to the bathroom. “I need to make some phone calls.”

She picks up her clothes, walks into the bathroom, and shuts the door while I scoop out my phone from my pocket and almost dial a number when someone knocks on the door.

I check my fly and shirt and run my hand through my hair before striding to the entrance.

I swing the door open. The woman in front of me has her back turned to me.

She glances over her shoulder, and shock floods her eyes when she spots me.

Her mouth drops.

“James Sexton??”

“Daria Morgan. What a surprise,” I say dryly, wondering if her mouth will ever close.

“What are you doing here?” she asks.

“I can ask you the same question,” I throw at her.

Her expression shifts, a wicked smile lining her lips.

How are these two women related again?

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