Page 99 of Blindside Sinner

“Oh, fucking hell.”

That’s about the extent of the conversation.

When I lower her to her feet beside my bed, she looks up at me, pulls her swollen lower lip between her teeth, and smiles. And then she lowers the side zip of her dress. It gapes open, one zipper tooth at a time, until it falls and exposes the delicate arch of her ribs.

Spending even a second without her fully flush against me is exquisite fucking torture. Snarling, I lunge forward, scoop her up again, and toss her on my mattress like she weighs nothing.

She cries out in surprise, but before she can even finish, I’m on her again, kissing that shock of fear away.

The dress isn’t completely off of her, so I take a chunk of fabric in each hand and rip without looking. Zippers scream open, buttons fly off, the whole thing becomes a black rag in my grasp. I toss it aside and don’t look back.

“Asshole!” she breathes. “I loved that dress.”

“I’ll buy you another one,” I murmur. “Ten of them. A hundred. But you can only wear it for me.”

“You can’t just?—”

Whatever she was going to say dies on her lips when I start to kiss my way down her body. “No bra, huh?” I growl as I lick one taut nipple, then the next.

“Is that not allowed, either?” she gasps.

“It most certainly is not.”

“Oops.”

I’m passing the smooth plane of her belly now, biting and suckling as I go. “You’ve broken a lot of house rules tonight, Ms. Reeves.”

“Yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

I glance up at her from where her legs meet. She’s glistening and sweet below me. I’m a tongue’s length away from tasting her, fromfinally fucking tasting her.

But I have something else in mind first.

I make my move fast. Grabbing her by the hips, I flip her over onto her hands and knees, then pull that little waist high in the air and flatten her down with one palm so she’s arched up deliciously for me.

Keeping her pinned there, I use my other hand to spank her hard across the ass. Once each cheek. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh and of her stunned pair of cries, one for each slap, is almost enough on its own to make me erupt. So is the sight of my handprint blooming on her fair skin like roses.

Then, before she can make sense of what’s going on, I give into what I’ve been dying to do for far too long now—and I feast on her from behind.

Her face is pressed into the sheets so her whimpers are muffled, but I feel them trembling through the mattress like shockwaves. Her taste on my tongue is fucking nectar. I lap at her opening, circling her clit and letting her paint my lips with her wetness. When I add two fingers, pulsing in sync with my licking, she starts to spasm as if she’s being electrocuted.

She comes so fast it’s almost shameful. Sputtering and gasping, shaking from head to toe while I keep her fixed in place just like that, on all fours and exposed to me and me alone.

When the orgasm has finished ripping through her, I finally let her go. She flops down flat. Sweat drips down her spine like little liquid diamonds. I run my tongue along it to lap up every drop. Then I sink back to my knees.

“Your orgasm might be done having its way with you,” I growl. “But I’m not even close to finished.”

I flip her on her back again as I tear off my belt and throw it aside. Sloan’s lithe fingers fumble with my button and zipper, then my pants and boxers are shoved down and at long last, my dick springs free.

“Beck…”

My name is like a prayer on her lips—but I want to hear it more like a curse. I pass my finger over her clit, watch her eyes close, her lips part, then her face tense again when I draw away.

I put my mouth near her ear, but I can still see her. See everything. “The night I was jerking off and I called you, I wasthinking about you on my bed. Just like this. Legs spread. Wide open.” I slide down to tongue her nipple and she moans. When she tries to close her eyes, I grab her jaw. “No.Keep them open. Watch me.”

“Let me touch you, Beck,” she whines.

I shake my head, tongue swirling her nipple now. “No, angel. Helpmetouchyou.”

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