Page 100 of Blindside Sinner

Her hand slides down and I guide her to her clit. I lift my head and watch her for a second—as long as I can—before I slide a finger inside of her. Then another. Her hips buck and I can’t stop staring at her now.

She tries to pull me back for a kiss, but I hold off, shift out of her grasp because she’s flawless and I’ll die if I don’t get to see it. Every inch of her.

“Beck.”

Again, it’s a whisper.

I want the scream.

I slide down her body, settle between her legs, and plunge my tongue inside of her, then spread her juices on her clit, teasing and flicking until she’s writhing and crying out. She squeezes her thighs around my head, but I push them back apart. There will be no hiding anything from me tonight.

She grinds against my mouth. “Oh, God, Beck!”

There it is. The scream I was waiting for. Now, there’s only one more line to be crossed: I want to be inside her.

I reach for the bedside table for a condom, but she pulls me back. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean. I had to have a physical for the job. And I… I want to feel you. All of you.”

I haven’t gone bareback with a woman in… ever. That’s Pro Athlete 101. But with her…oh, the fucking thought.I could come right now.

She wraps her legs around me and pulls me close. My dick is poised and ready to go. I line up and stroke against her soaking wet pussy. Every time I pass over her throbbing clit, she trembles.

Then there’s no more waiting. No more delaying.

When I push inside her, the warm heat envelopes me and I pull in a stuttering breath. It’s everything I dreamed it would be.

Her hips buck; mine thrust. She cries out and I groan from somewhere just south of my soul. “You’re mine now, Sloan. No way am I ever letting anyone touch you like this again.You belong to me.”

“Yes!” she cries out.

I’m not sure if she’s responding to what I’m saying or to what I’m doing, but it doesn’t matter either way. I let her ride it out, then I pull her on top of me so she can ride and I can watch. The view from here is incredible.

“And you’re mine, Beck,” she murmurs with her head thrown back and her hands planted on my chest.

“Yes.”God, fucking yes.

She bounces up and down on my cock until my balls tighten and I sit up to suck her into an open-mouthed kiss. I push deeperinto her, wrap my arms around her waist, and then we reach the point of no return.

There is nothing quite so fucking perfect as feeling Sloan wrapped around my dick, convulsing, milking my cock until I can’t do more than grunt and let her have all of it.

When the shudders finally stop and I can breathe again without my lungs exploding, she slides off to lie beside me. She smiles and nuzzles into my shoulder.

I laugh and kiss her forehead. “We should go dancing every night.”

51

SLOAN

The night has been more than I ever imagined it could be, and if I’m honest, I’ve spent a lot of time imagining it.

But nothing I could’ve dreamed would ever be able to stand up to the reality of all the ways Beck made my body sing last night.

I’m actually hoarse this morning. Sore, too, in all the best kinds of ways.

Of course, I’m also worried. We’ve had a few close calls before and he always runs. I’m sure he’ll do it again as soon as the sun comes up and he realizes I’m still here.

A little part of me hopes he doesn’t. But the more realistic portion of my brain tells me not to get my hopes up.

It’ll only hurt that much more if I do.

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