Page 79 of The Sinner: James

Her eyes get heavy. And so do mine.

She breathes soft moans that make my hard length tingle, the sight of her sucking on my flesh sending sparks of electricity up my spine.

I could write a book about this.

From the amateurish blowjobs involving alcohol to the women getting paid to do that, the facial expression is the most telling, regardless of the participant’s skills.

It varies from insecure glances to failed attempts to mimic pleasure and awkward posing.

Pretending to have unfocused eyes, flushed skin, and in-trance stares is difficult.

It’s hard to mimic pleasure.

And yet, the most potent aphrodisiac of all is the lust in the other person’s eyes.

Without it, the act becomes tedious and distracting.

She attaches her fist to her mouth and slides them both up and down, sucking me harder while her free hand strokes my balls.

“That’s fucking it...” I mumble while she stares drunkenly at me.

Tense, I shudder and erupt in her mouth, blasting my load down her throat.

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He tosses his head back,intense pleasure streaming through his eyes, his hips still rocking.

A moment later, he pulls out of my mouth, tucks his cock in his jeans, closes his fly, and fastens his buckle, his gaze dipping.

“I’m not going to fuck you here,” he says bluntly, pulling me up.

He wraps me in his arms, runs his thumb over my lips, and kisses me, stealing my breath.

Eyes closed and lips locked, I wind my arms around his neck as my pussy starts to tingle.

All these years, I’ve been waiting, imagining this moment.

Drawing pleasure from a man for the first time.

I never in a million years thought it would be someone like him.

Like everyone else, I was curious and anxious and knew I was looking for a different kind of man. I never wanted sweet, soft, and timid, and I never longed for someone who worshiped me blindly.

I wanted my match.

The one man who’d take me down and pull me up, burning with me all the way.

The man I’d take down too and make mine.

My hero.

He’s everything I’ve dreamed of, yet there’s no way he’ll be mine.

He tears his lips away and takes my hand, my fingers sliding off his groin.

“They’re waiting for us,” he says.

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