Page 77 of The Sinner: James

She pulls me into her as we crash against the car, her body crushed beneath my weight, our lips still sealed together.

Fire pours into our mouths as our tongues begin to dance together, hers swirling and mine plunging, feeding her pleasure.

It’s been some time since I’ve gotten hard from a kiss.

She breaks the kiss and teasingly runs the tip of her tongue over her lip.

“I haven’t done those things with a man because nobody wanted to teach me,” she says, a grin lighting up her eyes.

She dips her gaze, observing the slow motion of her hand on my erection, and my balls turn to steel.

She plays with me, knowing full well how this will end.

She wants me to take her, aware I’m set on her as much as she is set on me.

“How come no one has touched you before?”

She doesn’t say a word, her eyes narrowing with another smile, her gaze lingering on my lips.

And that’s as much teasing as I can take.

I grab a fistful of her hair and crash my mouth onto hers. No room to play with me this time.

Holding her tight, I thrust my tongue between her lips, fucking her little mouth, making her writhe against my body, consuming all her air.

She sinks her nails into my arm, her free hand squeezing my meat hard. Moans fall in my ears as she grinds against my groin.

I could surely rail her on my car, yet I pull away.

She runs her thumb over her lips, smiling like the devil, her hand still stroking me between my legs.

“I haven’t met a real man, and that’s why no one has touched me before.”

The flattery in her words is hard to miss, a trick I’ve seen before, yet it doesn’t matter now since I can’t think straight.

“Uh-huh,” I say, my voice heavy. “Let’s go inside. This may be as good a time as any to learn something from me.”

I grab her hand and pull her up the stairs.

The doors open, and a few patrons step out as we slip in. A man recognizes me and wants to talk to me.

I mouth to him that I’m in a hurry.

The bouncers and hostess greet us on the first floor. We slide by them and past the bar, dashing straight to the back rooms.

I push the first door open, pull her inside, and lock the door.

“On your knees, babe.”

She looks at me, perplexed.

“You either get on your damn knees, or I’ll have someone else suck me.”

She sinks to her knees.

“You have any idea how it’s done?”

“In theory, yes. I’ve seen it.”

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