Page 22 of Sinful Desires

I ran a frustrated hand down my face. “But we aren’t even together. I’ve been nothing but open with you from the beginning.”

“That doesn’t matter,” she seethed, venom lacing her words. “What if I went off and fucked someone else? How would that make you feel?”

Clamping my mouth shut, I ground my teeth together. I wanted to tell her to do it, that it wouldn’t bother me. But it would—and not for the reasons she, or anyone else would think. My reasons were entirely selfish, and if she was smart, she’d walk away from me forever and never look back.

I let out a sigh. If I was a better man, I’d end things with her. But unfortunately for her, I wasn’t. So instead, I placed a hand on either one of her smooth legs and muttered another half-assed apology. My fingertips feathered across her skin, eliciting a shiver from her.

“Collin,” she warned, her breath thinning out. “I know what you’re doing, and it’s not going to work.”

I smirked at her, a challenge swimming in my eyes. If there was one thing I was good at, it was making girls forget. Leaning forward, my lips brushed against her inner thigh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She sucked in a sharp breath, unable to hide her true desires.

Inching my hands upwards, she gripped the sheets on either side of her. The heat from under her skirt warmed my hands, forcing a groan out of my throat. I didn’t stop my pursuit until my fingers were hooking around her thong and tugging it off of her.

“Tell me,” I whispered, peering into her blue eyes. “How wet are you for me?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” She challenged breathlessly. My smirk widened into a grin, and I nudged her legs apart, exposing her center to me. She was fucking glistening.

I spread her legs even wider, causing her skirt to bunch over her hips. I trailed a path of kisses along her flesh, starting at her knee, and venturing toward her center. A ragged breath slipped past her plump lips once my tongue lapped at her middle.

Hooking each leg over my shoulders, so that I could feast properly, I buried my face in her pussy. My tongue slid across her wetness in light, gentle strokes, and I made sure to pay special attention to her clit, swirling my tongue around it, and hitting that spot that always had her unraveling.

“Yes, baby,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop.” Her hands traveled through my hair as she urged me on, applying a little bit of pressure as if speaking to me through her body.

A series of whimpers escaped her as she slowly started grinding against my face, begging me for more. My fingertips bit into her thighs, pulling a gasp from her.

I hadn’t even fucked the girl at the club. She just gave me some half-assed blowjob that didn’t even finish the job. Needless to say, I was horny as shit now.

A frustrated huff left her, bringing me back to reality. “Quit toying with me,” she growled.

I gave her exactly what she wanted by flattening my tongue and applying even more pressure against her swollen bud. Unfortunately, she didn’t like it when anything other than my dick went inside her, so I had to improvise.

Her breathing labored, and her grip tightened in my hair as her back arched. I knew she was almost there, but the blood curdling scream that tore from her throat had me reeling back in surprise. She shoved me away from her, causing me to fall backwards and land on my knees at an awkward angle.

Madison quickly readjusted her skirt, hiding herself from view, before crossing one leg over the other and staring at something behind me.

“What the fuck…” I muttered in confusion before following her gaze.

Hunter grinned at me from the other side of my room. “You didn’t have to stop on my account.” He winked. “I was kind of enjoying the show.”

“Go to hell,” she snapped, anger potent in her voice.

“What do you want?” I asked dryly before pulling myself to my feet. “I was kind of in the middle of something.” As if to mock me, my dick twitched with the need to sink into a wet pussy. It was bordering on painful.

“Foster’s waiting on us.” He shot me a pointed look like he was trying to silently communicate with me, but I didn’t know what the hell he was trying to say.

Sighing in frustration, I glanced down at Madison. I noted the pleading look in her blue eyes, but there wasn’t anything I could do about it.

“Get out,” I ordered.

Her eyes widened in disbelief; a pool of water coating them. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. So instead, she clamped her mouth shut once again and glanced down at her hands with pinched eyebrows.

I couldn’t even find it in me to feel bad about it either. If she wasn’t the only constant chick in my life, I would have told her to get bent a long time ago.

“You really want to do this?” She questioned softly, bringing her gaze back to mine. “I’m literally at my breaking point, Collin. I can’t keep doing this shit.”

Embarrassment gnawed at me. Did she really have to do this right now, in front of Hunter? I knew he’d give me shit about it later too. Not that he had any place to speak when he and Jessica were always fighting in front of everyone.

“We can talk later,” I offered, trying to dismantle the argument before it began as I scanned the room for my shoes. When I found them, I slipped them on and grabbed my black hoodie, pulling that on too.

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