Page 9 of Sins of a Rebel

There’s no hope for me getting out of this easily now. I’ve unleashed the monster, and I’ll have to atone for my sins.

Goose bumps break across her skin. She leans up on her knees, pulling her shirt over her head before dropping it on the floor.

“I’m wet,” she whispers.

I fight off the urge to slip my fingers inside her bikini bottoms to find out how wet she truly is.

My hand slides over her cheek, pulling her back to me, and I steal another kiss. I rake my other fingers over her thigh, and she swivels her hips, rubbing her heat over my dick.

I inhale a sharp breath when I pull back. Blush highlights the apples of her cheeks.

Checking out our surroundings, I make sure no one can see. What was once a packed parking lot full of beachgoers has been left empty. The windows fog from our heavy panting.

My fingers brush along the edge of her bikini top, pulling the material down to free her breast. The cool air against her damp skin causes her nipples to harden. I suck my finger into my mouth and flick it over her puckered flesh.

My nostrils flare at the sight, picturing her doing the same thing with her tongue around the tip of my dick.

“Kyla,” I warn. She opens her mouth, lifting my finger to her lips, and drags her tongue over the length before moving it back to her nipple. She tilts her head back and sighs again.

“Sin.”

My name rolls out slow and breathy, full of need.

I give in. Consequences be damned.

I lean forward, lapping my tongue over her nipple, and suck her into my mouth. Her breath stutters, digging her fingers into my hair and tugging on the strands.

I struggle to keep it together, running my hands over her thighs.

When I rub my finger over her clit through the material, she releases a heavy moan mixed with the word, “Please.”

I slowly trace the edge of her bottoms, and she leans back, attempting to give me more room. I pull her swimsuit to the side, giving me better access.

When I drag my finger over her clit and down to her entrance, I watch as it disappears into her tight heat. The sight of her wetness glistening on my finger, mixed with her groans, makes it impossible to contain the urge to lay her out across the bench seat and take her now.

I need to help her finish, so I can get the fuck out of here.

I rub my thumb over her clit as I curl my finger inside her to rub that sweet spot.

Her mouth falls open, her eyes rolling closed when she does, and her breath comes out in uneven pants.

She digs her nails into my forearm, grinding her pussy against the palm of my hand.

“That’s it, baby,” I mutter. “Take what you need from me.”

“Oh fuck,” she groans. “I think I’m gonna come.”

I keep the same momentum, flicking my tongue over her nipple again. The combination of the three is her undoing.

She tosses her head back, her body quivering as the force of her release wracks through her. She collapses against my chest, her arms wrapping around my neck to hold me against her.

“That was… incredible.” She snickers, pulling back to kiss me. “You’re gonna have me addicted.”

The thought crosses my mind, wondering if this is the first time she’s finished with a man. I stop myself before I let my thoughts go any further. Picturing her with someone else tears me apart inside.

“I feel like this whole day has been a dream. Like any moment now, I’m going to wake up, and it’ll all be taken away from me.”

My chest pangs at her choice of words.

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