Page 97 of Sinful Lord

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that, because I’ve never been with anyone else,” she counters.

“You’re a virgin?” I ask, lifting my brow.

“That’s right.”

I don’t tell her that I already assumed she was. Instead, I lean back into her ear.

“I can change that.”

Melina jumps so fast she nearly bashes me in the chin.

“Easy there, angel,” I command. When she whips around, I take her by the shoulders. It’s the only thing that keeps her from falling to the wet floor.

Hot water lashes across her perfect face as she glares at me with a mixture of every emotion imaginable.

“You’ve watched other girls through that camera of yours, haven’t you?”

I bite my lip.

“I have,” I carefully admit. There’s no point in lying. She’s seen one sex tape.

“Were you watching on that camera when I started dancing for you?”

That catches me off guard

“No,” I smirk. “I’ll have to watch that later.”

“You’ve been recording me too?”

After what we just did, the sudden return of her naivety is surprising. But it’s also hot as fucking hell.

“I’ve been watching you for a very long time now, angel,” I say, spreading my fingers out across her shoulders. “But that’s not enough anymore. I need to touch. I need to feel. I need to taste.”

“You’ve already tasted me,” she shyly looks away, the fire fading against her shame.

“Only with my mouth.”

“What else could you taste me with?”

With a single thrust, I push my rock-hard cock back into her belly.

“I’ll show you. But before I do, you’re going to be ready for it.” Reaching over her shoulder, I grab some more shower gel. This time, though, I lift her hand up and pour some into her palm. “It’s time for you to explore my body, angel. It’s the only way you’ll learn. Touch wherever you want.”

She gulps. Her gaze falls down to my chest, but it doesn’t dare drop any further.

“Even down there?”

“Especially down there,” I insist. “That’s how I’m going to taste you next, after all.”

She hesitates.

“But… if I touch you down there,” Melina swallows, her eyes descending another inch. “Won’t you want more?”

“I’ll take whatever you give me. I can control myself.”

“And if you can’t?”

I let my tongue run along my lower lip.