Sinner (Shelter Harbor #1)(80)
She looks at me hungrily as she unbuttons her blouse, shrugging it off her shoulders. And then she’s kneeling there in a white bra, her skirt, and her panties still around her ankles.
Jesus Christ am I fucking hard.
She reaches out, curling her fingers around me, and I groan. Slowly, she pumps her hand up and down before she leans forward. And then, like some sort of filthy fantasy come to life, she opens her mouth, leans down, and wraps those perfect, soft lips around my cock.
Forget hell, I’m in heaven.
“Fuck, angel.”
She pulls off, a concerned look on her face. “What?”
I shake my head. “Yeah, no, that was good.”
“Oh yeah?” She smiles coyly, and innocent church girl fades away when she leans forward and licks my cock from bottom to tip.
And I could die right there.
“Good, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” I growl, my mouth going slack as I watch her slowly slip her lips back over my head. Her eyes dart up to lock with mine as she’s bobs her head, and I’m fucking lost.
Holy shit.
I reach down, pushing the hair out of her eyes as she sucks my cock.
Jesus, this is wrong, but Jesus do I not care at all right now.
She bobs faster, moaning, and the vibrations have me clawing at my sanity and my toes curling before I even know it.
“Shit, hang on.” I pull her up.
“What?”
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”
She grins. “Good.”
Jesus, I put the devil in this girl.
“Except,” I growl, pulling her onto my lap. “Except I want this.”
I reach down and slip a finger against her slick pussy, loving the way she moans. Her legs move to either side of my lap as I pull her onto my lap. I reach for my pants, grabbing a condom from my pocket and tearing it open. She watches as I roll it down my length before pulling her against me and kissing her as she starts to sink down.
Eva suddenly pushes down, taking my full length in one stroke as we both gasp out loud.
Fuck that’s good.
Fuck that’s impossibly good.
She moans softly, and I groan. “Just like that, angel,” I whisper into her lips.
She whimpers as she starts to move, and my hands grab her ass, easing her off before pulling her back down on my cock.
“Oh God,” she husks out.
I start to move her up and down, but she takes, over.
Enthusiastically.
Her thighs flex and her hands grip my neck tight as she starts to bounce on my length, taking every inch of me on every down stroke and moaning into my lips as we start to move faster.
She gasps, the sweetness of her cries almost too much for me.
“Just like that, angel,” I gasp, grabbing her ass tight and grinding into her.
“You keep- oooh,” she moans. “You keep calling me that.”
“What, angel?”
She moans. “Yes.”
“Because you are.”
A possessive feeling suddenly comes over me.
“You’re my angel,” I growl into her ear.
She moans. “Oh yeah?”
“All mine,” I whisper as she starts to move faster and faster.
Her whimpered moans fill the confession booth, the sound of our bodies coming together, the heat from us moving like this.
“You’re my angel, and I want my angel to come all over my cock for me,” I growl through clenched teeth.
She cries out, burying her mouth in my neck and squeezing me tight as she just explodes for me. Her whole body seizes up, clenching me, milking me, shattering against me, and it’s too much.
I groan as I push in deep and erupt, pumping again and again as our climaxes mix together in one beautiful crash.
This is wrong.
This is sin.
And you know what?
Send me to hell, cause I just want more.
“What?”
I blink, refocusing and realizing Eva’s looking up at me and realizing I’ve been staring at her.
We’re on the floor of the confessional booth now in the heap of our clothes, her between my legs with her back against my chest.
“Nothing.” I shake my head and shrug.
Eva grins. “You were studying me.”
“Maybe I was.”
“I thought I was the one doing the studying.”
It takes me half second but then I roll my eyes. “Right, the lessons, for your future husband.”
“You make it sound so medieval.”
“It is.”
It’s also eating at me. It’s burning inside of me, and not in a good way. The thought of her leaving, the thought of her belonging to someone else has something raging inside of me.
Because whatever this was — whatever stupid game and pretense we stated this as? It got real. And somewhere along the way, I’ve decided there’s no way I’m letting go of her.
Because she’s mine.