Page 233 of The Sinner: James

“You’re mine for a few more hours,” he says, his words equally bringing me pain and pleasure.

I wind my arms around his neck, inhaling his unmistakable scent––a mix of testosterone, heat, smoke, and aftershave.

Pressing my lips against his chest, I lick the salty rivulets of sweat.

He props his head against the door, watching me with hooded eyes while I cover him in kisses.

“Rain...”

His fingers slide across my shoulders and then slip into my hair while my lips keep trailing down, my hands peeling off his pants.

His erection bounces up, meeting my palm.

My hand closes around his girth as my lips kiss every inch of hardness before I roll my tongue over his meat and lick his balls.

“Rain...” he murmurs.

I lick his hard length, stroking him with my hand before sweeping a bead of pre-cum from the tip.

He fills my mouth, hard and hot, turning me on like never before.

I indulge in that sensation for a few good moments before pulling up to my feet and curling my arms around his neck.

“Take me, baby,” I say quietly, locking his unfocused eyes.

He crushes my lips with a hard kiss, his tongue plunging into my mouth before dancing with mine, getting a taste of his arousal.

Groaning, he pivots and lifts me, slamming my back against the door.

My legs loop around his waist as he fills me up in one smooth thrust and draws still.

I squirm against his body, shallow breaths rocking my chest.

My center clenches, my lips flashing a wanton smile, my eyelids heavy, sliding over my eyes.

“This is good,” I murmur, drops of sweat dotting my chest.

His hand goes into my hair as he tilts my head back, searing me with his smoldering gaze.

A lustful smile tugs at my lips as I feel him hard and tense and hotter by the second.

His breaths fan over my face as he rams his hardness into me, breaking my body against his, making me come.

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RAIN

“Oh, look who’s here,”Ed says as they both take us in.

Ed wears jeans and a sheer navy shirt that splits open across his chest, a silver necklace sparkling between his pecks.

His cheeks are still flushed after a strenuous session in the gym, and his eyes are restless.

He flashes a crooked grin, running his gaze over me and noticing my blush.

Slowly, he purses his lips.

“Hmm...”

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