Page 41 of The Sinner (Haven Grace Prep 1)

“H-how do you know that?”

“You told me,” he admits. “The night you were drunk and I brought you back to my house.”

Fuck me and my drunken admissions. I can only imagine what else came out of my mouth. However, it still doesn’t change the fact that I want this, want him. I grab his shoulders and pull him down onto me, pressing my lips to his.

“Take it, Grayson. It’s yours. It always has been.”

He growls before standing up, pushing his pants and boxers down in one go. His hard cock springs free, making my eyes widen. He’s big, probably eight or nine inches, and thick. I timidly wrap my hand around it, and he hisses as his head falls back. Moving to the edge of the bed, he watches me as I stick my tongue out and lick the tip—tasting the small bead of pre-cum that has accumulated.

“Fuck,” he murmurs.

I take the head into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it as I pump the rest with my hand. His reaction only encourages me to keep going. I slide him in and out a few times until he hits the back of my throat. Grayson moans, fisting his hand in my hair and pulling me off him.

“You keep doing th

at, and this won’t last long enough for me to take anything.”

As I lay back, he steps out of his jeans and climbs onto the bed beside me. He kisses my neck then proceeds to move further down my body. When he reaches my breasts, he takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks, while his fingers tease the other. I arch my hips as I release a loud whimper. I know I should be quiet, in case my dad comes home, but I can’t help it. It feels too good.

“Fuck me, Gray. Please, fuck me.”

He groans and rests his forehead on my chest. “Christ, Sav. You can’t just say things like that and expect me not to combust on the spot.” Moving even lower, he blows a cool breath over my belly button. “Soon, baby.”

I’m about to argue it when his tongue grazes over my clit, and I instantly see stars. He flicks his tongue a couple times, making me quiver and squirm on the bed, before slipping one finger inside of me.

“You taste so good,” he murmurs against me before diving back in for more.

My hand reaches down, lacing into his hair to pull him closer and get more friction. As I start to grind against him, he pulls his one finger out and replaces it with two. The sting is uncomfortable, but only slightly. Like he can sense my discomfort, he applies more pressure and sucks my clit into his mouth. His fingers work to spread me open as his mouth makes me feel things that could put even the best drugs to shame.

Pressure starts to build, and I find it harder to stay quiet. He adds another finger to the mix and moans as his tongue and thumb rub me in ways that push me right over the edge. My orgasm explodes inside of me as I scream his name.

“Holy shit!” I pant while coming down from the intense euphoria. “That was amazing.”

He picks his head up and licks his lips, pulling a condom from the pocket of his jeans. “We’re just getting started.”

I watch as he rips the foil packet open with his teeth and rolls it over his hard cock. Once he’s done, he moves closer and lines himself up at my entrance. He inches in just slightly, making me wince at the pain of being stretched open. When he reaches the small bit of resistance, he stops and looks at me.

“Last chance to change your mind.”

I shake my head. “Do it.”

Coming down to kiss me, he covers my body with his own and thrusts in—breaking through and claiming me entirely. He starts off slow, pulling out and pushing back in until I assure him that I’m all right. Then he quickens his pace.

“Shit, your pussy is so fucking tight.” He hisses, pulling up to get better leverage.

The only thing leaving my mouth is a mix of his name and obscenities. He starts going faster, harder, chasing his high and bringing me with him. The pitch of my voice raises, and he grits his teeth as he presses his thumb to my clit.

“Grayson!” I shout as I feel myself on the brink of another mind-blowing orgasm.

“Not my name, baby. Not tonight.”

I throw my head back against the pillow while my hips arch up instinctively, needing just a little more pressure. And like I knew he would, he gives it to me.

“Fuck, Gray!” I scream as I clench around him.

With one last hard thrust, he roars and pulses inside of me—shooting his load into the condom. Just like that, my virginity is gone. Taken by the one person I always imagined giving it to, but under completely different circumstances. All I can do now is hope I don’t live to regret it.

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