Page 52 of Sinners Keepers
I shifted, attempting to crawl on top of him, but he grabbed my arm, gripping it tightly.
“Not so fast, sweet girl,” he said, halting my movements. “I may not be able to use you how I really want right now—bring you to the brink until you’re barely coherent—but I’m going to need you to pick a safe word for future use. Because when I can, I promise to sufficiently test both our limits.”
Render me speechless. Damn.
“I’ve never needed one before, so I’m not sure.” I left what I was actually thinking unspoken. How I wish there would have been a word I could have used to keep Mattia at bay. Being cared for like this now was a foreign concept.
After all the things I’d been through in my relationship—if you could even call it that—with him, I knew I wouldn’t be okay for quite some time, and I’d had next to no time at all to begin processing before everything fell apart again. I had fully intended to reclaim my sexual expression by having Ijah fuck me senseless every day for the rest of my life, and now I had the means toexpressmyself in that way times three. I knew they’d never fully grasp how much it meant to me—they just loved me and were attracted to me—but being with them healed me in ways I was sure nothing else ever could. Their touch erased every sour memory I had.
“Hmmm,” he considered, seemingly understanding that something in my head had given me pause. He twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. “How about…red?”
I loved the way they adored all the things about me that no one else had ever really seemed to pay much attention to. I had always been self-confident despite my circumstances. Even when it felt like no one else in the world loved me, I refused to stop loving myself becauseIwas all I had. But even so, seeing myself through their eyes gave me a sense of something more.
“I think I like that,” I smiled.
“Good,” he replied, his hands moving to my hips. “Then take your clothes off so I can see what’s mine, and fucking sit on this dick.”
I let my fingertips skim lightly along my collarbone, brushing over my scar, as I carefully unbuttoned my sleep shirt and then tossed it over the edge of the bed. Rising to my knees, I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slid them off one leg at a time, the lace scratching against my bare skin.
Law's rough hand crept up my thigh as he studied me, his gaze dropping from my eyes to my lips, then trailing down the expanse of my bare skin.
“I love every fucking thing about you,” he said in a rough whisper.
I leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of his body, and kissed his pouty lips. “I love every fucking thing about you.”
“I loveyou,” he replied, making my stomach flip.
“I love youmore,” I said, grinning against his mouth.
“I may bedecrepitand bedridden, but I’m not so down and out that I can’t redden that ass. So,watch it.”
I very much wanted him to do that and I most definitely would not be watching anything.
“Idolove you more,” I said, looking at him with mock confusion. “Did you want me to lie about it or something? Pretend I don’t?”
He grabbed my arm, jerking my body across his and grunting at the impact of the weight of me against his sore torso. I did feel a small amount of guilt knowing he was at least a little uncomfortable bearing the weight of me, but that feeling abated when his massive hand came down hard on my ass. Maybe he liked the bite of pain, too.
He massaged my tender flesh and I melted into him, basking in the way this made me feel—in the wayhemade me feel.
Another sharp smack landed. My body recoiled, relaxing again as he kneaded the spot.
He wrapped his hand around the back of my thigh, running his fingers through the folds of my dripping cunt.
“It’s so cute how wet you get for me,” he teased, his gruff voice doing things to my insides. “Takes hardly anything at all, huh?”
Yeah. Your nearness is about it, my guy.
He shifted his body beneath mine, grabbing my hips. He gripped me roughly as he positioned me to straddle his face. I planted my forearms on either side of his hips, and the warmth of his breath skating over my inner thigh sent a shiver through my body.
His cock tented his sweats, begging to be touched.
He licked a slow line from my clit to my entrance, then placed a wet kiss near the crease of my thigh before filling me with two fingers and fucking me slowly.
“I love the feel of this pussy,” he said, thrusting his fingers inside me twice before pulling his hand away and lifting my hips, giving him better access.
I tugged at his pants, taking his cock out and wrapping my lips around the tip. I sucked, popping off of him to lick the precum from my lips. I wanted to die with the taste of him on my tongue. These men really had such pretty cocks.
His greedy mouth on my cunt and the feel of his length down my throat at the same time was sheer ecstasy. I reveled in the give and take, in the extreme desire I had to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
