Page 94 of The Sinner: James

“Why does it matter to you?”

“It doesn’t, but maybe I could change your perception about love at some point,” I say, pushing up on my elbows to capture his lips.

Teasingly, he pulls back a little, only to lock my lips and swirl his tongue with mine a moment later.

I drape my legs around his hips, indulging in the slow, sliding motion of his erection against my clit.

He slips his hand beneath his shaft and slowly runs his thumb up on my clit, sliding his middle finger into me.

A gasp falls from my lips.

“It’s going to hurt,” he says, but I don’t care, shivering with anticipation.

I grind against him, wetness dripping on his hand.

“I don’t think it matters now,” I say.

He peels his hand away from me before positioning himself between my legs and slowly pushing in––his shaft is hard as steel.

I tense up.

“Relax, baby,” he says before sucking in a short breath. “You’re tight,” he adds, pulling back.

We focus on our kiss for the next few moments, drowning in a pool of heat.

My hands go to his back and then his backside.

“You’re getting there,” he says, pushing his hard-on between my legs a little more.

He plunges his tongue between my lips as I grind against him, and in one swift motion, he thrusts into me all the way, taking me completely by surprise.

The pain is sharp and deep.

“Ahh....” I yelp, trembling and shuddering, my nails bruising his skin. “Oh… Fuck… Damn it… You’re big.”

“Compared to what, honey…?”

A cocky grin tilts his lips.

I laugh, forgetting about the ache between my thighs.

“I can tell,” I retort.

He pulls back and thrusts deep into me again.

The pain is still there but not as sharp, slightly numbed.

Smoothly, he fills me up while I revel in that novel sensation. It takes a few more seconds before something wet and warm trickles down my thighs.

I look down and spot a few drops of blood. I tilt my eyes up and notice his sexy grin.

His eyes get quickly unfocused as he picks up the pace while I draw pleasure from his moves more than I thought I would.

We get swept away, ready to reach a high, neither of us wanting to postpone it as we’re doing this together for the first time.

A few minutes pass before I lock my legs around his waist and shudder, my chest heaving as I experience my first perfect orgasm with a man between my legs.

“Easy, baby,” he says, his lips pulling into a grin as I slide my fingers to his neck and demand his kiss again.

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