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Summer
His finger prods at that forbidden part of me and every muscle in me curls with tension.
"Relax, Bird."
I squeeze down on the rigid length of his dick. My Sin. He is that, and so much more. Forbidden. Out of reach. Yet so much everything I need. Am I going to allow him to do this to me? Yes.
There, that is the answer. I’d gotten on the fast train to hell from the moment I’d heard that rough voice of his. No turning back now.
His dick seems to lengthen, thicken, in his pants. The scent of him is overwhelming. The air saturated with his dominance, his intentions, the heat of him that burns me, invites me to cross the line.
"Sin."
"Summer." He reaches for the remaining butter on the silver dish and scoops it all up.
I gulp, lower my gaze.
My distorted reflection on the polished wood surface gapes at me. Eyes wide, nostrils flared. My mouth quivers; my nipples harden. Damn him for making me want every single thing that is wrong. This is wrong. We are wrong. This goddamn venue is a mistake. A never-ending movie on a loop, repeated, again and again. I raise my gaze to his face.
He’s watching me from under hooded eyes.
"Do you want me, Bird?"
I nod.
"How much?"
"Take me to bed, Sinner, or lose me forever."
"That's fromTop Gun." His brows draw down. "Did I say that? Jesus, I can't believe I am playing this your way."
He glares at me. My nerve endings stretch.
My skin crawls, my toes curl, and I wriggle my hips. I can't... cannot contain this craving, this yearning, this sheer carnal hunger to have him buried inside of me.
"No more games, Summer. Tell me you want what I have in mind."
I swallow.
"Say it. Tell me ‘no.’ "
"Yes."
His cock leaps in my grasp. I squeeze it and a pulse beats to life at his jawline. Wow.
He dips his fingers into the crease between my butt cheeks, unerringly finding my back hole. He slides one finger in.
I gasp. Too full. Too much. It’s tight, but not really. It's beyond my comfort level. Enough that I want... I need...
"More?"
I jerk my chin.
He eases the finger inside and I swallow. He curls the finger inside and a trembling grips me. "Sin."
"I’m here."
