Page 87 of The Sinner: James

“Please,” she says, slowly arching her lips.

Like a fool, I watch her peering at me, mesmerized, before I take a few steps toward the bed.

She leans forward even more, to touch my abs and trail the edge of my towel.

With one smooth motion, she yanks it off.

My hard cock bounces up.

Her gaze dips, a blush coloring her face as she takes in my erection.

She touches me softly and tenderly, observing the smooth motion of her fingers as she moves them over my hard length and crown before rubbing the tip with her thumb.

Electric currents flow through me.

She flicks her eyes up while softly stroking me.

A sultry smile curves her lips, a playfulness simmering in her eyes. She pushes forward even more until she touches me with her mouth.

Without tearing her eyes away, she closes her soft lips around my girth and licks my crown like it's the best thing in the world.

Talking about conviction.

A rush of tingles shoots up my spine.

Slowly, I shake my head in quiet, sultry disbelief.

She’s way more trouble than I thought.

I let her suck the tip of my cock, my hands still clasped on my hips, my stance a bit wide, my back arched.

She moves her gaze down to watch my shaft as she pulls it out of her mouth and lets her hand slide, spreading the moisture.

Her eyes say everything I need to know.

She loves it as much as she loves anything else about life. She is made for this. And she is made for me.

Teasingly, she sticks her pink tongue out and starts stroking my flesh, licking my pulsing veins.

I could explode.

Just as I ponder whether to stop her, she closes her mouth, her cheeks going hollow, her head bobbing, her neck tense as she swallows a couple of times with me lodged in the back of her throat.

I stir in her mouth, going deeper, my hand sliding to the back of her head.

I should stop her, but she’s addictive.

On all fours, she angles her head to take more of my throbbing shaft.

Holding her head, I let her do it, moving my eyes over her back, hourglass-shaped body, perky butt, and long blonde hair fanned over her shoulders.

I thrust again.

She moans.

I want to stop.

Too bad I can’t.

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