Page 71 of The Sinner: James

Gasping, I push against his hand, wanting more.

And more…

As twisted as this is, it feels good.

Fueled by my dark emotions, this is nothing like I’ve felt before.

It’s the first time I’ve been touched by a man, and nothing seems more important now.

There is no wrong or right in this world. Only this. What I feel right now, and it’s so powerful and intoxicating.

He pushes my panties and jeans to my thighs, and all I feel for a second is the air rolling over my heated flesh between my legs.

All I hear is our explosive, short breaths.

I’m tense in anticipation, my hard nipples pushing against my top.

I don’t know if his touch will come back to me or if I’m supposed to turn around and face him.

A second has passed, and his calloused fingers sweep through my wetness, touching my folds and clit and slippery entrance, and I could come right now.

And I could just die… of too much pleasure.

I never imagined it would feel like that. Or that nothing else would matter.

My chest moves rapidly, my center craving more of him.

He doesn’t have better control than me. He wants it just as much.

Circling my clit with his fingers, he presses his hard-on against me.

He’s still fully clothed, but his effect on me is just as powerful as if he were naked.

Hands propped on his car, I lean forward, giving him the perfect angle to run his thick shaft against my backside.

The tension only grows, prompting him to slip his fingers further down and slide his middle finger into me, dipping it into my wetness with great ease.

Quickly, he removes it from my entrance, still stroking my clit, yet tearing his groin away from my backside.

I straighten and jerk back, my rear touching his bulge again.

He pins me against the car with his body, his grip tense, his fingers on my sex, stroking me––not entering me––his hips rolling, his thick erection rubbing against me.

Through his jeans, yet I don’t care… I just don’t care. I feel him, the way he rocks his hips driving me wild.

My hips move too, and my pace is off at times, but that’s not what I have in mind right now.

My instinct takes over, my moves mirroring his grinding, my flesh pulsing in his hand.

This is better than I thought. It’s addictive and amazing, and I can’t believe I missed out on so much.

If Eve were privy to my thoughts right now, she’d laugh in my face.

She’s always been smarter than me when it comes to men.

But this is not any man, and it wouldn’t feel the same with anyone else.

I was right. He is the one I’ve always wanted.

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