Page 193 of Sin With Me

“Don’t think about it,” he murmurs, his fingers digging in. “Just put your pussy on my fucking mouth and ride.”

Anticipation swirls in my stomach as I grip his shirt in my hands, hesitating before sliding up the hard length of his body.

“Come on,” he groans impatiently, slapping my ass roughly.

I jolt forward, my hands landing heavily on the wood above his head. My legs spread wide as I try to accommodate his broad shoulders, then I’m there, close to his mouth. I feel his hot breath against my wet panties, and a shiver snakes down my spine.

“So fucking wet,” he growls. “I knew you’d get off on that.” He hesitates before adding, “Little sister.” Something about it, the forbiddenness, the filthiness of it, has an involuntary moan slipping out.

My nails dig into the floor as I move my hips higher, hovering right over his face. His fingers slide under my panties and he roughly tugs them to the side. I glance down, finding my light yellow dress obstructing my view of him, and somehow, it’s even hotter. It flows around us like a waterfall, and all I can do is feel.

He doesn’t give me a chance to second guess myself, he grips my hips and tugs me down until his mouth connects with my pussy. I cry out at the first feeling of his hot, wet tongue skimming over my clit.

“Ro,” I gasp, fire shooting through my body. He ignores me as he wraps his lips around my clit, sucking roughly on it. I jerk up, bracing my hands on my knees as my head tips back. The cross looms over us like God’s watching the Devil feast on me.

My hips roll, chasing the pleasure, not caring about hovering anymore. He growls, the vibration shooting through my body, as he pulls me the rest of the way down, settling me firmly on his face.

“There,” I breathe. “Right there.” I ruck up my dress and look down my body at him, finding his eyes already on me. We stare at each other, his tongue moving faster, my orgasm teetering on the edge already.

He nods, the stubble along his jaw scratching my inner thighs. “That feels so fucking good,” I moan. “Please, Ro. Please.” My hands slide up my waist, letting the flowy fabric drift back around him, hiding his face from me again.

Roughly, I cup my breasts, squeezing them until pain mixes with the pleasure. I’m so close. So fucking close. He doesn’t hold back, doesn’t stop. He just keeps forcing me higher.

Higher.

Higher.

He drags me back, then shoves me forward, making me grind against his face. I pause, understanding what he wants, but unsure if I can do it. Then he does this wild thing with his tongue, and my eyes roll back.

Fuck it.

His tongue stiffens as I glide myself back and forth, riding his face in earnest now, using his nose and mouth and chin for my pleasure. Another feral-sounding growl rips from him, the vibration spurring me higher.

“There,” I cry, lifting my eyes to the cross again. “Oh, God. I’m about to—I’m—Roman!” I scream his name with my release, my hips moving faster, drawing my orgasm out. He forces me to keep grinding against him, not letting me stop until my body goes limp.

I lean forward, resting my hands on the wood as I breathe deeply. He pants under me, his breath hot against my skin. My eyes drift shut.

What the fuck did I just do?

Sliding off him, I kneel at his side. He stares up at me, his mouth and jaw still shiny with my release. His eyes search mine before he wipes the wetness with his hand and sits up.

“Don’t forget your money,” he says flatly, dismissing me before turning to his phone without another word.

My stomach bottoms out as I glare at his back. Instead of giving him what he wants, I right my clothes and push to my feet, forcing my knees not to wobble.

“Keep it.” I wave my hand toward him. “I make more than this in five minutes, anyway.”

“Why the hell are we here?” I grumble, tugging my shirt collar from my body. My tattoos start to itch with every person that turns to stare at us.

I don’t fit in here.

Chase said we were going somewhere new for lunch but this…

This isn’t what I was expecting.

As we make our way around the maze of tables, Chase shoots me a massive, borderline terrifying grin that’s way too toothy to be real. It never drops, even as he hisses, “Smile or I’ll kill you.”

It’s creepy as hell and I wouldn’t have appeased him if it weren't for the fact that kill comes out kiss because his teeth are all mashed together. Not to mention, he’s in work mode right now and if Chase Tanner hates anything, it’s being fucked with when he’s in work mode.

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