Page 152 of Sinful Desires
He was grunting into my mouth, desperate, obsessive, lost in it. Lost inme.
“Did you hear that?”
A voice. Close. Too fucking close. Maybe two yards from the shed.
I froze. Théo clamped his hand over my mouth, his cock staying buried so deeply inside me I could feel it in my tummy.
He rolled his hips, slowly and deliberately, dragging every inch out before slamming it back in, like he didn’t give a single fuck who was outside.
His lips dragged up my throat, hot and wet.
“Don’t make a sound,” he breathed in my ear.
I moaned against his palm, my body shaking, nails tearing into his back as my walls squeezed around him.
“What?” Nicholas slurred. I heard him hiccup, glass clinking.
“I don’t know,” Pierre said. “Thought I heard someone crying.”
“Crying?” Liya laughed. “You’re drunk.”
Footsteps. Closer now. Shadows moving past the shed door. My pulse pounded in my ears.
But Théo kept going. Deep, slow thrusts, each one filthier than the last.
He leaned in, his mouth brushing my jaw.
“Does it make you wetter? Knowing they could walk in right now and see this tight little pussy milking my cock like it was made for it?”
I whimpered behind his hand, heat spreading through me, panic and pleasure blurring together.
“Okay,” Nicholas laughed. “Want me to check? Worried you’ll get killed in your sleep?”
Théo’s cock twitched inside me.
He pulled out almost to the tip, then drove back in, brutal and full, pinning me to the wall.
My teeth sank into his palm as my orgasm threatened to tear through me.
“Probably a raccoon or something,” Liya muttered. “Whatever. I’m drunk and my bed’s calling.”
“Okay,” Nicholas laughed again. “Or maybe it’s a ghost jerking off in the bushes. Either way, not my problem.”
More footsteps. Bottles clinking. A door creaked open somewhere, and the lights inside the house flicked on, then off again. The window shut with a dull thud.
They were gone.
Théo didn’t even wait for silence to settle. His cock slammed back inside me, hard enough to knock the breath from my lungs.
His hand stayed clamped over my mouth, his other gripping my hip.
“Good job, pretty girl,” he whispered, licking the sweat from my neck.
My orgasm hit, violent and raw, my body locking around him as my moan got trapped behind his palm. I came so hard my vision went white, legs spasming around him.
He pulled out with a snarl, gripped the base of his cock, and stroked once, twice,then groaned as he came all over me, thick and hot, ropes of cum splattering across my stomach and thighs, dripping down the inside of my leg.
His forehead dropped to mine, his breathing ragged.
