Page 52 of Sinful Desires

“Fuck me,” I muttered against his lips, my pussy throbbing against the hardness in his sweatpants. “I want you so bad.” My body trembled beneath him of its own accord. The need to be filled was almost painful.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away from me, taking his body heat with him.

I could feel him shifting between my legs and before I knew it, the shirt I was wearing flew above my hips to reveal myself. Cold air kissed the sensitive skin, and my first instinct was to close my legs. But that wasn’t possible with Collin between them.

“What are you doing?” I questioned after a few seconds of nothing.

Instead of answering, something wet slid against my clit, making my hips buck. His fingertips dug into my hips, holding me down into the mattress as he flicked his tongue over the swollen bud in a repetitive cycle. As he continued doing what he was doing, he slid a finger inside of me, making me cry out. My hands fisted the sheets as he licked and fingered me.

His finger pumped in and out of me at an unforgiving pace and a series of moans slipped free as I writhed beneath him. Removing his finger, he shifted and plunged his tongue inside, causing me to arch my back as stars flashed behind my eyes.

“Just fuck me,” I said breathlessly, wanting him inside of me.

He laughed, his breath tickling the sensitive flesh and making me shiver again. “It’s part of my process,” he murmured, plunging his tongue back inside of me. He used the grip he had on my hips to pull me down into his mouth so that his tongue could deepen.

My hands moved to his hair, and I intertwined my fingers through it as he continued to tongue fuck me. A sloppy slapping sound echoed throughout the room as his tongue thrusted in and out of my pussy. I wasn’t sure how many vaginas he had to lick to become this skilled, and frankly, I didn’t even want to know. But I’d never felt pleasure like this.

“Holy shit,” I moaned out as he swirled his tongue in a circle inside of me. The next flick of his tongue had my body convulsing, causing another laugh to rumble through him as he withdrew his tongue and returned it to my clit. He licked up and down, hitting the perfect spot every time, until electricity was rippling through me as I chased the high of my orgasm.

He continued to lap up my juices as he sucked and licked—my body shaking too much to even attempt to tell him to stop. The sensation was too much. All of a sudden, warm liquid shot out of me, moistening my thighs and most likely shooting him in the process.

A hungry growl left his mouth as he pulled away, cold air replacing the sensitive area that he’d been warming moments ago.

“So fucking good,” he said through heavy breaths.

I wanted to speak. To say anything—but my mouth wouldn’t work. It literally felt like my soul had been snatched from my body. So instead, I laid there like I was some kind of paralyzed fish, gasping for air.

“Let’s get rid of this,” he said, tugging on the hem of my shirt. Sitting up, I tugged it from my body in one swift motion, my nipples pebbling beneath the cool air and arousal. His thumb grazed across my nipple as he acquainted himself with my breasts, and without warning, his mouth was on it.

Another gasp tore from my throat as he flicked his tongue across the hardened nipple. On instinct, my back arched up into him, and he took that opportunity to wrap his arms around me, hugging me tightly against his body. His lips drifted around both boobs and he gave each one of them careful attention. As nice as this feeling was, it wasn’t enough.

My hands gripped the bottom of his shirt and I eagerly started moving it up his body. A breath of laughter escaped him again as he pulled away and slipped out of his shirt, giving me complete access to his hardened body. As my hands glided over his skin, a shudder rumbled through him, causing my lips to kick up at the corner. Knowing that I had this effect on him gave me a sense of power I’d never craved before.

“Take off the rest,” I ordered, hooking my fingers into his waistband.

He silently obliged, pulling away from me and when he returned, I could feel his hard, throbbing cock push into my hip. Leaning over me, placing his chest against mine, the drawer to the table beside us opened. He rustled around in it for a few moments before closing it and situating himself on the bed. The sound of something tearing sliced through the room, and I didn’t even have to ask what it was. At least he was safe.

“Ready?” he questioned, positioning himself over me, causing my back to hit the mattress again. His thick member prodded at my entrance, begging for permission.

“Obviously,” I retorted with an eyeroll.

Without another warning, he plunged into me with a single movement, making me cry out. My pussy pulsed around him, acting as a suction as it welcomed him. His skin was warm against mine and just having him up against me like this was one of the most erotic feelings I’ve ever experienced. His hot breath fanned against my lips as he released a small, breathy groan.

“You’re so tight,” he panted, easing the rest of the way inside me before stilling. His cock twitched, sending a weird feeling through my core, but it wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable. After a few seconds of him not moving, he reeled back and slammed into me, forcing my back off of the mattress. A moan tore from my throat as my arms snaked around his neck. He was a mixture of girthy and had some length on him. He wasn’t big enough to hurt me, but he was the perfect size.

“More,” I begged, grinding up against him, forcing him deeper.

“Fuck,” he bit out, dropping his lips to my shoulder where his teeth scraped against the sensitive skin.

He snaked one arm beneath my neck and used the other to position my leg over his shoulder. My heart thrashed wildly within my chest as anticipation gnawed away at me from the inside out. Peeling his torso away from me, the cool air seeped into my exposed skin and goosebumps plagued me.

As expected, he thrusted into me again with as much force as he could muster. With one hand tightened around my hip, he used the other to rub circles against my swollen clit. My hands moved to his arms, nails biting into his skin. My pussy clenched around him as he worshipped it, and my mouth was growing sore from all the sounds coming out of it. He was so deep inside me that it felt like he was in my stomach. I knew that wasn’t possible, but that’s how full he made me feel.

Moving my hands down his chest, he grunted in surprise when I shoved him backwards, forcing him out of me. His back hit the mattress, and I wasted no time, clambering on top of him.

“Hold on a minute,” he said, sitting up with me still on top of him. A frown tugged at the corners of my mouth in confusion. Wrapping one arm tightly around me, he instructed me to hold on to him, so I did. In one swift motion, he’d scooped me off the bed. My arms were wrapped around his neck, while my legs tightened around his waist. “I can literally feel your juices coating my stomach,” he muttered, as he started walking across the room. Maybe I should have been embarrassed for it, but I didn’t scare easily and the anticipation of what he was about to do was nibbling at me.

“What are you doing?” I finally questioned.

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