Page 99 of Sinful Desires
I was a fucking mess. Pretty sure my makeup was ruined—mascara halfway to my jaw, lipstick smudged.
He stepped over me, boots planted on either side of my hips, towering above me.
He jerked his cock, eyes locked on my tits.
“Stay just like that,” he said. “Don’t move, baby.”
Then he groaned. Loud, filthy, and full of grit.
His cum shot out in thick, hot streams, splattering across my tits, my collarbone, my throat. It dripped down my chest in slow trails, painting across my nipples and the tiny star pasties there.
He watched it spread, panting like he’d been shot.
“Fuck?… Look at you,” he moaned, still stroking. “My cum all over your pretty little stars and your perfect tits. Covered like the little whore you are.”
He reached down, grabbing me under the arms, and hauled me off the floor like I weighed nothing. My heels kicked in the air.
Then he kissed me. Hard. Deep.Possessive.
“Thank you, Miss Harper,” he whispered against my mouth.
I let out a broken laugh, delirious, high on him. My hands cradled his face and I kissed him again.
“You’resowelcome, Mister LeRoy.”
He set me down on unsteady heels, and before I could breathe, he wiped a thick drop of cum off my chest, held it between two fingers, and smeared it across my lips.
“There’s one more thing I need you to do.”
I tilted my head, still dazed.
He reached for the red star pasties covering my nipples. He peeled them off one by one, wiped the cum off them with his thumb, and slid both into his pocket like trophies.
My nipples stiffened instantly.
“What is that, soldier?” I asked breathlessly.
He leaned in, mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “We can’t let anyone see what we just did.”
His eyes dropped. I followed his gaze and froze.
There was a slick little puddle of my arousal pooled on the floor.
He met my eyes again, amused.Bastard.
“Fix the floor, Miss Harper.”
I had two options. Run from the shame, or drop to my knees and crawl into it. A beat passed. I folded down slowly. Palms to the floor, tongue out as I dragged it through my juices.
“Look at me while you do it, baby.”
I looked up, breathless and flushed, eyes glazed. From down here, he looked even taller. Colder. Hungrier. It made my pulse stutter. Made my thighs press together.
I moaned, licking the floor like I was starved for it, lips glossy, eyes wet. He crouched beside me and let his hand glide down my spine before gripping my hair into a ponytail.
“Good girl,” he muttered, voice thick and low, “Look at you?…?filthy little thing. Knew you’d obey.”
I moaned again, louder.
