Page 355 of The Sinner: James

I stroke him with my hands, closing my mouth around his crown before bobbing my head until my cheeks go hollow.

Pulling my hair into his fist, he starts thrusting.

We’re like a perfect piece of machinery tuned for pleasure.

We’ve perfected our lustful dance, and secret language, little signals born out of subtlety, guiding us in scaling up and falling together just as fast.

He taught me well.

I suck him harder, my mouth arduously pressing on him, serving him a clue.

He doesn’t change his pace as he keeps rocking his hips, holding my head against his thrusts.

His eyelids slide down a little, his gaze still linked with mine, brimming with pleasure.

“Good...” he says curtly.

My fist moves down and up, sliding and twisting, as my free hand cups his balls.

A soft gasp falls from my lips as he grips his erection, pulls it out of my mouth, and lets it bounce free.

In one motion, he sweeps me off my feet and crashes with me into a nearby chair. His back sinks into the cushy armchair while my legs spread across his groin.

He fills me up, my center hugging his erection.

His eyes go up as I grab the back of the chair with both hands on either side of him, arch my spine and lean forward, riding him.

A satisfied grin stretches across his lips.

“Fucking good,” he murmurs, his gaze lingering on my face as I take him in with drunk eyes.

Grabbing my hips, he pulls me down on him harder.

“It doesn’t break that easily...” he says.

Smiling, we recollect our first time together when he said those words to me.

My knees slide back and forth, my legs spreading even more as I grind on him a little harder.

He drinks me in, feasting on pleasure.

“That’s fucking good,” he says, his eyes unfocused.

Nearing the tipping point, I experience the first shudder.

“Don’t stop,” he says, observing me through his thick eyelashes.

I pick up the pace.

He gets even harder.

“Go for it...” he says, a moan pushing up my chest.

That very moment, he springs out of the chair and crashes with me on the bed. My back hits the mattress, the back of my head sinking into the pillow while his weight comes on top of me.

His thrusts are hard and fast, my pleasure doubling and tripling as pleasurable shudders sweep through me.

“James... Fucking James...” I murmur, my lungs pumping air fast, my heart pounding, my pulse racing.

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