Sin With Me

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Right through the fabric, he lightly pinches my c**t. I jerk, gasping. He growls, “No moving, no noise, no exceptions. Understood?”

Sweet Ryan Gosling on a unicorn, dominant Brody is sexy as f**k.

I don’t dare answer. I close my eyes and lie there, incandescent with desire, wishing I believed in God so I could pray to Him to help me be still and quiet without being a complete hypocrite.

Brody praises me with a murmured, “Good girl.”

His mouth is hot on my skin, soft and wet. He kisses and licks me, nips me with just enough pressure to sting, all over my belly and across to my hip, taking his time, making a meal of it. He adjusts his weight so he’s balanced on his knees, and then inches the waistband of my sweats down, agonizingly slowly, pulling it past my hips until he stops with a low chuckle that sends a tingle right through me.

“No panties, hmm?”

Sue me.

That thought is tossed out the window when Brody blows a breath of air over my exposed flesh.

I catch myself before the groan leaves my lips, and lie there with my hands clenched to fists, bunched in his T-shirt over my head, every nerve in my body singing.

“Look at this beautiful p***y. Look at you. Fuck.”

His words are whispered and reverent, like a prayer.

With infinite gentleness, almost chastely, lips closed like you would kiss someone’s cheek, Brody kisses me between my legs.

I’m going to burst into flames. I’m going to be one of those bizarre cases of spontaneous human combustion and explode in a giant ball of fire, all from the touch of this man’s lips on my skin.

Inhaling, he nuzzles the fold between my thigh and p***y. He softly groans. The sound is so carnal, so purely s****l and masculine, my c**t throbs in response.

His tongue—oh God his tongue. Hot and soft. Seeking. There.

The shudder that runs through me is involuntary. I couldn’t stop it if I tried.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he whispers. “You’re doing so good.”

I swallow a whimper.

He cups my ass and squeezes. He drags my sweats farther down, his fingers digging into my flesh like he loves the feel of it, like he wants to bruise me, leave his mark. He bites my hip, then my upper thigh, and I begin to shake.

Not tremble. Shake.

“Oh, she likes it,” he breathes. “She likes my love bites. Will she like it when I do this?”

His teeth scrape over my c**t.

I almost pass out.

His groan vibrates through me. “Your p***y is throbbing, Grace.” More softly, to himself, “f*****g throbbing.”

With a soft moan, he lifts me to his face with both hands under my ass and shoves his tongue deep inside me.

I bite my lip so hard I taste blood.

He feasts on me, licking and sucking and f*****g me with his tongue. I try desperately to stay still, to stay silent, to do nothing that would make him stop, until I open my eyes and see him reaching into his sweats.

His face buried between my thighs, making animal noises low in his throat, Brody pulls out his beautiful stiff c**k and starts to stroke it.

I’ve done everything. I’ve seen everything. I’ve had so much s*x in my life I could write the preeminent instruction manual on the subject. Yet I’ve never seen anything as downright sexy as this.

As him, worshipping me with his mouth, helpless not to touch himself as he does it.

His eyes drift open. Our gazes lock. Time slips away, reason follows, and then there’s only my heartbeat like thunder in my ears and the smell of lemon furniture polish and s*x in my nose and a hot wave of pleasure cresting over me, rising and rising and rising, burning my skin, expanding inside me until I’m sure I’ll shatter into a million tiny pieces and disappear.

My back bows from the bed.

“Wait!” he commands hoarsely, breathing hard. “With me.”

A sound—fractured and incoherent—escapes me.

“With me, Grace, not before,” he growls, his erection jutting from his fist.

He sees the “yes” in my eyes, because he drops his head again. He sucks my c**t into his mouth. He strokes his c**k from base to tip, squeezing the head, thumbing over the slit to spread the bead of moisture around, and then back down to the base. He watches me the whole time, his dark green eyes aflame with possession.

The rhythm of his hand increases. He starts to rock into the pumps of his fist, his ass flexing, all the veins standing out on his arm.

His eyes close. The stubble on his jaw scrapes my flesh, enflaming my already exquisitely sensitive p***y. I inhale a sharp breath through my nose, biting my tongue to keep from crying out.

Then, shuddering and jerking, he moans into me, a deep, guttural sound that I recognize at once.

He’s there.

I close my eyes, spread my legs wider, and let go.

My scream is long, loud, and wavering. I come and come and come, convulsing around his mouth, my thighs shaking, my neck arched, my fingernails digging into my palms, the world red and spinning under my eyelids.

“Brody! God—Brody!”

Pushing down, he flattens his hand over the center of my chest and keeps eating me as my orgasm rocks me, keeps licking me even as he’s bucking, his own orgasm tearing through him, his grunts of pleasure muffled in my s*x.

The best the best the best best best best best—

One after another, wave after wave, pulses so violent I’m helpless to do anything but let them slam into me. Every muscle in my v****a contracts and releases, hard, again and again. My c******s is the center of the galaxy. A supernova exploding into space. My entire body is flushed with heat. My n*****s tingle, as does every inch of my skin. The intensity of it all makes me lose my breath.