Page 43 of Protected By the Sinner
I yank off my tie and rip open the buttons of my shirt, too worked up to care.
Half-naked, I reach for her hand, but Amber doesn’t wait for instructions. She knows what she wants.
Her sweet tongue licks my chest, her nails raking down my back. I let her play, knowing I won’t be this gentle later tonight.
As she kisses my chest, I trail my fingers down and feel the heat between her legs. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me.”
She rides my hand, and I stare at her, stunned, overwhelmed by the flood of emotions surging through me: Lust. Concern. I’ve never felt this way before.
For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to do.
She looks at me like she thinks I’m going to reject her. She bends down to pick up her dress, like she’s about to cover herself again.
“Don’t.”
She stays crouched, looking at me.
Jesus, this woman is perfect.
She’s beautiful, sensual . . . most of all, completely at ease in her own skin, which, to me, makes her ten times more irresistible.
I want her like crazy—but I feel responsible for making sure she knows what she’s getting into. “I’m not a prince...or some sensitive guy. But—”
“Don’t say another word. Whatever this is between us...I want to see where it goes. I’m not asking for romance—I don’t even have anything to offer in return—but I want you to show me how to feel pleasure.”
I take a step forward and offer my hand to help her up.
She shakes her head. “You said you’re not a prince, so don’t treat me differently. I’ve wanted you since that first day—but I want it real. Your way. I don’t need sweet words.”
“My way?”
She swallows hard and nods.
I close my eyes for a beat, but it doesn’t take me long to decide.
I run my hand through her hair. “Kneel. Unzip my pants.”
She hesitates for just a second before obeying. But once again, she takes the lead, palming my length through my boxer briefs.
I tilt my head back, enjoying the touch. Her hand wraps around me. She doesn’t move it, but even that stillness is driving me wild.
I can barely keep my legs steady with all the restraint I’m forcing on myself. I place my hand over hers and guide her movements.
She picks it up fast, even if she’s not using the pressure I like, but she doesn’t give me time to think. Her warm mouth wraps around my cock. It’s shy, slow, but determined.
I’ve gotten more blowjobs than I can count, but this one? She’s taking me to another planet.
“Open wider. I want to go deeper. But you have to relax and let me in.”
She tries but chokes. I should stop, but I don’t want to. It’s too good.
“Come on, pretty girl. You can do it. I’m dying to fuck that sweet mouth.”
My words seem to light her up—she grips my ass and tries to take more of me.
I start moving my hips, steady but not rough. My usual sex is hard, fast—but nothing has ever felt like this.
Still, I need to stop her. I don’t want to come like this.
