Page 328 of Sin With Me

For her.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” My lips never fully press against hers, and I know it’s driving her as wild as it is me, but I like to tease, to play with her.

“I need to feel you stretching me,” she whispers. “I need your cock deep inside me. So deep I’ll still feel you days from now.”

My eyes roll back at her words, and my grip on her chin tightens. She’d said something like that to me before and this, this is her way of reminding me she’s still the same girl. She’s still just as sweet, just as needy as ever.

“That’s what you want? You want me to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name? You want me to pump you full of my cum until you swell with my baby?”

Something that sounds like a mix of a whimper and moan leaves her as she grips my shirt in her small hands. “Please.”

“Is that what you want?” I ask again, trailing kisses along her jaw. Fuck, why does the thought of my girl pregnant with our baby make me rock fucking hard? Mine, my girl. “You want to feel my cum leaking out of your tight little cunt in the morning?”

“God,” she groans.

“God’s not here, baby. It’s just me.”

Her soft body grinds against mine, her breasts pressing against my chest. My free hand trails to her waist, up and down, up and down, teasing her until my fingers slip under the loose fabric of her t-shirt—my t-shirt.

“If I reach between your legs, what will I find?” She smells so fucking good, so sweet, as I bury my face in the crook of her neck. “Are you soaking your little panties for me?”

“Please,” she cries, sounding frustrated. “I told you what I need!”

“But you have to be patient,” I murmur. “You can do that for me, can’t you, pretty girl?” She whimpers, her hands trembling as she nods. “I know you can. Because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she hisses. “I’m so good for you.”

I chuckle, then trail my tongue along her throat, up to her racing pulse. Lapping at it, I snake my hand higher up her soft stomach until I reach her full, heavy breast.

Her nipple is hard as I take it between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it between them. I pinch it lightly, and her breathing turns ragged, her head falling back, giving me more access to her delicate throat.

“Let me taste you,” I growl. She shakes her head, her body trembling.

“I just need you inside me,” she moans.

“After you come on my tongue.”

Gently, I walk her backward until her knees hit the bed, and she’s forced to sit. I stand above her, my fingers moving to her chin again. She stares up at me, her pupils blown wide in the dark room.

“You know I only want to make you feel good, don’t you, Goldie?” I murmur. She nods, her lips parting. Slowly, my thumb presses between them and her tongue eagerly wraps around it. I groan. “Such a perfect girl for me. Always so sweet. Tell me you want my mouth on your pussy. Tell me you want to feel my tongue inside you.”

Her breath catches and I slide my thumb free. “I want your mouth on my pussy, Ro,” she says breathlessly. “I want to feel your tongue inside me. I want to come all over your mouth, then lick it from your lips so I can taste myself while you fuck me into your bed.” She flashes me a grin as she slips her shirt off over her head, revealing her perfect tits. “I don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow. Do your worst, Pyro.”

Shit.

My tongue presses into my cheek as I smirk down at her. “Remember what you asked for, Goldie. I won’t stop until every person on the block is awake from how loud you’re screaming my name.”

Leaning back on her elbows, she spreads her legs for me. Her damp panties are plastered to her pussy, her long, thick thighs wide apart, showing me what I want.

“I think you’re all talk,” she taunts, and my smile broadens. We both know she’s lying. I’ve made my girl come, drip and squirt so many times in the very bed she’s sitting in, I’m surprised we were ever able to get it clean.

“Is that so?” I mutter, dropping to my knees before her.

Reaching up, I grip her panties and in one motion, the flimsy fabric effortlessly rips. Moving closer, I throw her legs over my shoulders as my fingers dig into her fleshy hips, dragging her to the edge of the bed.

Her hands move to my shoulders, and I pause, looking up at her through my brows. I wait for her to push me away, or to tense up. Give me some sign that she’s changed her mind. But she doesn’t.

Instead, she relaxes and leans back on her elbows again, that same taunting grin gracing her beautiful face. I wink at her and turn my attention back to the treat in front of me.

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