Page 123 of The Sinner: James

More light rolls over the windows when a car pulls up in front of his house.

The door falls shut––it’s his Bugatti.

He’s home.

Moments later, footsteps ring throughout the house, a faint dialogue drifting from the first floor.

More footsteps echo up the stairs before the bedroom door swings open.

I roll onto my side and prop myself up on my elbow, a smile tugging at my lips. He strides to the bed, his shirt undone, a few strands of hair falling over his brow.

I push up on my knees as he comes closer. His arms curl around my naked body, his lips finding mine.

He smells like cigarette smoke and pure sex.

I slip my hands inside his shirt, drape it off his shoulders, and let it slide to the floor.

“I have to shower,” he says.

“No... You don’t,” I say, nuzzling his chest and inhaling his scent.

I run my palms over his pecs before unfastening his buckle, sliding a hand down his pants, and stroking his hard-on.

Smoothly, I cuff his thickness and rub his throbbing flesh, my gaze swinging up.

“You know, I could get used to this...” he murmurs, drinking me in as I run my fingers up and down his hard meat.

“I think you’re already used to it...”

He flashes a cocky smile.

Slowly, I lower myself and pull him into my mouth, my gaze locked with his mesmerizing eyes.

He bites his lip as I take him deeper.

“You never fail to impress me,” he says.

I pull him out with a pop.

“Perhaps you’re biased because you like me.”

“That’s possible, too,” he says, grinning.

“Or maybe, because I like it,” I say, tossing a seductive smile at him.

“That’s not out of the question,” he says, winking at me.

I slip my hands inside his pants and smoothly peel them off before he walks out of them.

My hands go to his thighs.

Without delay, he grabs the back of my hair, positions his cock against my mouth, and slides it between my lips.

Pleasure beams on his face as he thrusts it deep into my mouth.

“Fuck, yes…” he murmurs.

He observes me for a few good moments before tearing away from me.

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