Shadow of Sin(39)

His tongue darted over his bottom lip. “Not a chance. Go on. Do it.”

He arched his hips and she took his engorged cock into her hand, turning her head to maintain eye contact. She didn’t want to miss this. She wanted to remember how he looked the moment she took him into her mouth.

Placing a wide mouthed kiss to his tip, Samantha savored the taste of him. And she wanted more. She wanted to wring every last drop until he begged her to stop. Opening further, she surrounded his swollen cock head with her lips. Fiery steel heated her mouth as she closed around him and sucked hard.

“Jesus, Samantha.” Caleb grunted as his hands caressed her cheeks. “Keep going, sugar. Take it all.”

His encouragement warmed her. The knowledge that he wanted her, that she could give him even a spark of what he needed, filled her with feminine pride.

She hummed, knowing the vibration would add to his pleasure, before taking him in as far as she could.

Arousal burned in his gaze and he began to move in a slow, steady rocking motion, fucking her mouth in a way that had her juices flowing. Samantha broke eye contact in order to take him deeper. She wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft, worked it in tandem with her mouth. She cradled his balls with the other, gently massaging the sensitive underside until his legs tensed and twitched.

“Unless you want me to fill that tempting mouth of yours, you’d better stop.”

Caleb tried to move, but she held on tight. No way he was taking this from her. She tightened her grip on his sac and tossed him a look that promised retribution if he tried.

She curled her tongue around him, felt his body tense and shake. He cursed, tangling his fingers in her hair as his hips jerked and the first shot of semen hit her tongue. She didn’t let up. She worked her throat, swallowing every drop until his knees went lax around her.

“Damn, Samantha,” he panted. “That was…” He shook his head as if words weren’t enough to explain it. He reached for her. “Come here.”

Climbing over him, Samantha snuggled against his side and placed her hand over his rapidly beating heart. He wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. “I’ll take that as a good sign.”

“That you killed me?”

With his taste still in her mouth, Samantha decided there were worse ways to go. “That you enjoyed it.”

He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Best ever, sugar. Your mouth is pure sin. But, don’t go gettin’ all comfortable. I plan to return the favor, in spades. In fact, as soon as I catch my breath, I’m going to spend the rest of the day showing you what my mouth can do.”



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“Where’s Sam?”

Amanda shoved a bag into his arms and before he could blink, wormed her way past him. Caleb followed her to the kitchen and set the bag on the counter.

“What’s all this?” It looked like she’d brought enough food to feed an army.

She craned her neck, clearly looking for something. “You missed Sunday dinner and I didn’t want you to starve.”

He bit back a smile. She’d have to look a little harder if she was going to find Samantha, who was currently taking a shower in his bathroom. He was sure it was the last place his dear baby sister would imagine her to be.

Amanda slid onto a stool and crossed her arms over her chest. Her long blonde hair, secured in a ponytail, made her look like the little girl he remembered. Her eyes, though—her eyes betrayed that look of innocence. Behind the shimmering emerald burned knowledge of pain and loss. Things he’d wished he could’ve protected her from. Should’ve protected her from.

Hers were the same eyes that stared back at him when he looked into the mirror. Their father had been the one with the blue eyes. Their father, and Alec.

And when Amanda looked at him like that, as if she were trying to figure him out, she looked so much like their mother it made his gut clench.

“And yet, I’m able to feed myself every other day of the week.” Caleb’s mouth watered at the spread she’d brought. Containers of fried chicken—his favorite—mashed potatoes, and pan gravy made him groan with pleasure. Yes, he could cook. And yes, he fed himself just fine, but there was nothing better than his sister’s home cooking. Something else she’d inherited from their mother.

“Cut the shit, Cay. Where’s Sam? I know how you two get. Is she okay?”

“How we get?”

Her lips pursed as she considered him. His fierce little cherub. “Did you kill her?”

Caleb fought to school his expression and nodded somberly. “I did. Then, I dumped her in the lake. Of course, I had to weigh her feet down with cinder blocks first, her being so light and all. Wouldn’t do to have her floating around for someone to find, right? You want some chicken?” He held the container out to her. “No?” he shrugged. “More for me.”