Page 22 of Sins of a Rebel

“Kyla,” he moans, burying his face in my chest. He licks and nips at my skin, down my stomach to the waist of my shorts.

“Please,” I moan, lifting my hips toward him.

“I will, baby.”

He quickly pops the button and drags my shorts down, with my bottoms, in one swift move, leaving me spread open and bare for him.

His mouth drops open, and he releases a string of curse words at the sight of my pussy.

“So perfect,” he groans, leaning in to kiss up my inner thigh until he stops at my center. He brushes his finger over my clit before dipping the tip inside my pussy.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he croaks. He almost sounds like he’s in pain.

His fingers grip my thighs, pushing them against my chest to give him better access. When he flicks his tongue over my clit, I roll my eyes shut again, moaning out a loud, “Oh fuckkkk.”

Those two words drive him wild, unleashing something deep and sinister inside him.

He leans back, adding a finger, and my pussy clenches hard around him.

“You like that, baby?” he grits out. “Your pussy loves my fingers. Just wait until I fuck this tight cunt.”

I untie my top, freeing my breasts, and they bounce with each thrust of his hand. He curls his fingers, finding the delicious spot inside that drives me fucking crazy.

He alternates between flicking and rubbing his thumb over my clit. I can’t seem to keep up. All the oxygen is sucked right out of me.

“Sin.” My voice is low and sultry. “Please, I need more.”

He quickly stands and sheds his shirt, then drops his shorts to the floor. His tattooed hand wraps around the length of his dick, and my mouth goes dry.

I fall to my knees on the floor in front of him, desperately wanting to taste him.

“My little sinner, on her knees for me.” His lips curve in a devilish grin.

He grips my chin, bending forward to kiss me hard before standing.

“Open that sweet mouth.”

Oh God, something about the way he talks dirty makes it hard not to beg him to take me every way he wants.

He brushes the tip along my lower lip, and I swipe my tongue over the sensitive flesh. He grits his teeth and moans, sliding inside my mouth slowly to test my limits.

“Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you take this dick.”

When I reach my hands out, holding his thighs, urging him on, he tilts his head back and pistons his hips again. This time harder than the last.

“Sweetest fuckin’ mouth,” he hisses. “You look so fucking sexy with your lips around my cock.”

I love hearing his praise, and this time when he thrusts back, I ready myself to take him deeper. When he slides into my mouth, I hold him, testing how much of him I can take.

His fingers grip my hair, pulling the strands as he holds on, and the muscles in his stomach clench.

“Holy shit, I’m gonna come. C’mere,” he moans, pulling out.

He uses my spit to jerk off, and I climb up on the couch, staring at him as he fucks his fist. When he collapses onto the cushion next to me, I don’t wait for his instruction.

Climbing over his lap, I position him at my entrance and slowly slide down his hard length. I toss my head back, and his fingers dig into my thighs, moaning and cursing my name.

I swivel my hips, wrapping my hand around his throat, and attack his mouth. I kiss him hard, biting and nipping at his lip.

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