Page 538 of The Sinner: James

“Good girl,” he says, pleased, his shaft stirring in his fist.

I watch his hand sliding up and down, stroking his silky skin and coiled veins as I suck on his fingers as if sucking on his erection, swirling my tongue around it, breathing hot air over it.

My hands travel up and down his thighs while I wrestle with anticipation.

His touch breaks away from my lips, slides into my hair, and guides my head forward, bringing my mouth inches away from his erection.

He presses the chiseled flesh against my lips.

I flick the tip of my tongue out, only to taste the air as he pulls back.

“Open it,” he says quietly, his gaze set on my lips as I wait for him to fill my mouth.

I part my lips again.

Slowly, he pushes his hips forward, slipping his hard, thick shaft into my mouth. He rides it in until it hits the back of my throat, and the warm wetness of my mouth wraps around it.

I press my lips on him, stroking him with my tongue.

He moves his hard meat in and out, thrusting and guiding my head, choosing the best rhythm for us.

“Go all the way,” I say when I get the chance to speak again.

His eyes fill with a smile.

He pushes his hardness back in, letting me feel the tension pulsing underneath his skin. His body tenses, his grip hardening as the rock-hard crown and glistening length repeatedly push into my mouth.

He pulls back only for a moment so that I can tease the sensitive underside of the tip and then buries himself deep in my mouth, a grunt vibrating in his chest, the pace of his rocking hips changing.

His hard pecs strain against his skin, his chest moving rapidly, his eyelids going halfway down, a faint smile clinging to his lips as he starts to shudder.

The pleasure rips through him, zipping through his veins, bringing a quiet growl to his lips.

I keep sucking on him until his hot release trickles from my lips.

A few moments pass before his eyes become focused again.

He tips his gaze down and, without a word, pulls me up and locks my lips, emotion streaming through his kiss.

Seconds later, he breaks away from me and leaves the bed, turning his phone on before going to the bathroom.

Silence grows in his wake as the bathroom door closes.

The water runs in the bathroom as I lie on the bed, my head sunk into the pillow, my eyes glued to the ceiling, and my mind blank.

Mixed feelings flow through me as the afterglow begins to fade. I remember I want to tell him something important, just as his phone rings again.

I tip my head to the side when the bathroom door pulls open, and he walks out, a towel wrapped around his waist.

He picks up his phone, his eyebrows knitted together as he pushes his gaze to the screen.

He slides his thumb across the screen, pivots away from the bed, and walks to the window.

An alarming feeling jolts through me.

Back turned to me, he answers the call.

“Yes?”

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