Page 42 of The Sinner


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Although she couldn’t grin, her stare told me she knew just what she was doing.

And she was enjoying it.

This fucking woman.

Before she could get any more pleasure out of this, I popped my dick out of her mouth and picked up the condom that had fallen to the floor. I tore off the corner of the metal foil, and I rolled the latex over me.

“What? You couldn’t take it?”

I looked at her. “What did you just say to me?”

“I asked if you couldn’t take it …” She was really smiling now.

“I could take it.”

“But you were going to come. And you were shocked at just how good I sucked your dick and how fast I was getting you there.” The pride beamed from her fucking face.

I was putting an end to that.

Now.

“Get over here.” I reached under her arms, lifting her against me, and I took her place on the bed, setting her on top of me. “How about you ride me and make us both come?”

“You like this position. You made me do it the last time we were together.” She wiggled her ass until her pussy was hovering above my tip. “Honestly, I’m surprised you give up the control.”

“Ah,” I exhaled as she sank me into her. “It’s not about control. It’s about having access to your entire body and watching you fall apart on top of me.”

“Then, watch, Brady, because it’s about to happen again.”

There was zero inhibition in the way she fucked me.

Nor was there any hesitation, even with how large I was.

She took my cock like she fucking owned it, bouncing over my shaft, tilting her hips upward and back, grinding over the base so the top of me rubbed against her clit.

It was like she’d dreamed about this.

Maybe we both had.

And while she did everything in her power to milk the cum out of me, I focused on her body, surrounding her nipple with my mouth, dragging my teeth over the end. That little bud, the way it hardened and puckered, was so hot.

“Damn it, you feel good,” I groaned.

I knew just how she was feeling.

I could hear it in her moans.

I could feel it in the way she was getting wetter with each dip.

I slid my hands across her hips, holding that deliciously meaty, perfectly curvy part of her body.

“Don’t try to get me to slow down,” she warned. “This is the speed that I want. Don’t you dare tell me what you want.”

Don’t you dare.

She was using my words against me.

And I loved it.

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