Page 56 of You Were Never Not Mine

I barely look at her. Worried if I do, I might do something stupid like fuck her senseless. “Yes,” I bite out.

Sin shrugs, pulling out of my grip. “Okay.”

She saunters toward the door, her hips swaying, her ass cheeks jiggling. Her body is unreal. Her ass is a perfect round shape and her legs are so fucking long. She has the body of a goddess and dismay fills me when she turns the handle and opens the door, about to step out into the hall completely naked.

Fuck that.

I lunge toward her, grabbing around her waist and holding her against me as I slam the door shut and walk us both back toward the bed. She’s laughing the entire time, her pleasure at my reaction palpable and I hate myself for it.

Like a complete asshole I toss her back onto the bed, barking my demands. “Keep your feet on the floor.”

She drapes her body along the edge of the bed, her feet planted before she spreads her legs. I fall to my knees in front of her—the second time I’ve done that and I don’t go on my knees for any woman—and I spread her sticky thighs open, leaning in and breathing deep. Her pussy is musky sweet and when I dip my head and lick at her distended clit, she nearly jumps out of her skin.

“Ohmygod, stop.” She tries to push me away but I don’t move. “I’m too sensitive down there.”

“You can take it,” I mutter as I lick up all of her juices. She’ssoaked, my horny little Sin. Half my face is covered in her as I bury it against her pussy, licking her everywhere. Searching her, flicking at her sensitive skin with my tongue, swirling it around her entrance. The little hole that’s supposed to take my cock with ease. Probably not. At least, not yet.

I tongue fuck her, holding her hips, opening my eyes to watch as she arches her back. Her eyes are closed and her lips are parted. She’s fully immersed in me eating her pussy and I thrust my tongue inside her as far as I can go before I pull away and replace it with my finger.

Her greedy little hole suctions around my finger and I start to push deeper. Slowly at first, not wanting to hurt her. She takes it like the good girl she is, her back arching, sending my finger deeper and deciding she’s ready, I add another one. Thrusting faster, stretching her wide like I did last time, but this time, she doesn’t whimper in pain. She’s thrashing her head back and forth, her groans loud and I love how she doesn’t hold back. She’s completely into this, into me, and I dip my head down, tonguing her clit while I fuck her with my fingers and her entire pussy seems to spasm.

“Oh God, yes,” she cries just as a fresh gush of wetness floods her. Her inner walls clench around my finger in a rhythmic sensation, over and over, and I realize she’s coming. Hard. To the point that her body bows forward and she gasps, a shaky moan sounding from deep in her chest. I won’t let up, keeping my mouth on her, letting her ride out her orgasm on my face until she’s pushing me away with her hands, her palm slapping against my nose and holding me away from her so she can roll over, her back and ass to me.

“What the fuck?” I mutter, staring at her plump backside. Her entire body shudders with the aftereffects of her orgasm and I realize I took things way too far. To the point that she can’t handle it when I go down on her. It was too much.

I wipe the back of my hand across my face and breathedeep, the scent of her cunt flooding my senses. She is everywhere. All around me. I lost complete control with her and I never do that. Ever. I am in control of everything all of the time. It’s my world and everyone just lives in it.

With the exception of this infuriating, captivating woman.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

SINCLAIR

If I’m going to hell for everything I just experienced with August, then what a way to go because my God. My pussy still quivers from the tremendous orgasm I just experienced and my heart won’t stop racing. I try to take deep, even breaths, but it’s no use. I feel completely out of control and I don’t mind. In fact, I prefer it when he takes utter control of me and tells me what to do. There’s no guessing with him. Not really. I know he doesn’t particularly like me and I feel the same. But there’s this weird, overwhelming chemistry between us that sparks the air every time we’re near each other. I’m attracted to him, which sounds so utterly weak and silly, those four words.

I’m attracted to him isn’t enough to describe what happens between us when we’re together like this.

“Get up.” His voice is dark, full of irritation, and I yelp when I feel his palm come down hard on my ass cheek. The smack is loud in the otherwise quiet of the room and I try to roll away from him, but he reaches for me, his fingers gripping my hips. “You need to leave.”

I tug out of his hold and sit up, pushing my hair out of my face so I can properly glare at him. “You’re so fucking rude.”

His expression doesn’t falter. He just watches me with that impassive look on his face. In his eyes. All while he grabs a pair of black sweats that were draped across the back of a chair and steps into them, covering his lower half. What a disappointment. “You’ve served your purpose. Now it’s time to go.”

I gape at him, at a loss for words for a moment. “You can’t just—treat women like that, you know?”

“Interesting you say that, considering this is the second encounter we’ve had and you seem to enjoy being with me.” His gaze takes on a predatory gleam. “Something about you brings out the worst behavior in me.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.” I’ve never spoken so cruelly to him before and it feels good.

No, scratch that. It feels great. Liberating even. Fourteen-year-old me would’ve loved the opportunity to call him exactly that. Though fourteen-year-old me would also be incredibly confused by my wanting to suck his dick.

He doesn’t respond. Just watches me from where he’s now perched on the edge of his massive bed while I grab the stupid red dress off the floor. I’m about to slip it on when his words halt me.

“You’re not going back out in that.”

I tug the dress into place, readjusting it around my boobs, hating how hard my nipples are. Enough to poke against the thin fabric like I’m still aroused which, okay fine, I still am. Just having his eyes on me is a turn-on. “I don’t really have a choice.”

“Hold on.” His aggravated exhale makes me sigh in frustration as well. He goes to his closet and throws open the door, pulling out a random sweatshirt before he brings it over to me. “Put it on.”

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