in?”
“I’m in.”
Lifting her in my arms, I carried her through to my bedroom. I kicked the door shut before Pincushion got any funny ideas about pouncing on us mid-fuck.
As I set Sin on her feet, she glanced around. There wasn’t a lot to take in, but just like the rest of the joint, it was neat and clean.
My fingers beneath her chin, I turned her face toward me, and she blinked quickly. “You nervous?”
“A little.”
Rubbing her arms, I smiled. “You don’t need to be. I’ll stop anytime you say. But trust me. You won’t.”
“You’re very confident.”
“Yeah.” Swooping down, I descended on those tight nipples that had teased me all night long.
She gasped, then moaned, as my tongue rasped her hard bud, my thumb and finger pulling on its twin. With her back bowed over the forearm I slid around her waist, I sucked her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. I left the first one prominent and wet before turning to the other. The pink peaks becoming visible in the circle of transparent material, I cupped her breasts and bounced them in my hands.
“Damn, precious. You’ve got incredible tits. Wanna see them.” I peeked at her just once to make sure she was okay—her eyes half-mast, her body trembling—before I lifted the hem of her top.
Skimming my rough palms against her dewy skin felt like heaven. When my fingers grazed the bottoms of her breasts, her eyes slammed shut. The shirt lifted, draped around my wrists with the heavy chains that looked so at odds with her creamy skin. Her nipples popped out—deep red, striving upward.
I kept going higher until her arms raised, and I whipped the shirt off, tossing it away. Her skin glowed. There was an amazing teardrop shape to her tits. The nipples puffed up—candy to suck and bite.
I pulled her against me and kissed her with my tongue sliding deep into her mouth until my breath chugged inside my chest. She undulated her hips against me, hitting the thick hard rod of my cock.
“How does that feel?” My eyelids dropped heavily.
Her mouth moved to the side of my neck, her hands busy beneath my muscle shirt. “So good.”
“Gonna get better.”
I latched onto her neck, scenting that sweet skin then licking it as her breath threaded in and out.
With a frustrated moan, her hands climbed to my pecs, the shirt barring her progress.
“Take it off me.” I drew back.
Sin worked quickly, ridding me of the shirt. “Love your body. Your ink. Wanted to stare at you forever the other day.”
I looked down, willing myself to remember the sight of Sin—downtown, smart as hell, sexy Sin—rubbing her face against my chest while her hands slipped to my ass.
She squeezed and I thrust forward, a grunt rolling out of me.
Her hands were all over me, her wispy white-blonde curls tickling, her lips and tongue sucking my nipples that pinged hard. Her tongue twirled around the barbells. Her fingers dug into the slabbed muscles of my ribs, drifting to the tight coils of my abdomen and the line of dark brown hair that stretched from my belly button to my belt.
Then she brought her long vamp red fingernails into play. I bit my lip, forcing down a loud groan when she dragged furrows along my entire torso.
I reached low, grabbing her wrists. “Gonna get you naked now.”
Kneeling in front of her, I worked off her sandals. I slid my fingers up her legs. Legs she spread wider, one hand planted on my head. She gusted out a moan as I coasted up her thighs.
Encountering thin straps low on her hips, I followed them around to her ass beneath the skirt.
“A thong?” I snapped the thin lacy band nestled between her ass cheeks.
She nodded.
I hoped it was white, and wet through.
The material clung to her pussy, but I pulled it free and slowly lowered it down her legs. The scrap of lingerie appeared. Pristine and white like I’d though. The center absolutely soaking wet, as I’d wanted.
I held them up to my face. “Looks like I got you
“I’m in.”
Lifting her in my arms, I carried her through to my bedroom. I kicked the door shut before Pincushion got any funny ideas about pouncing on us mid-fuck.
As I set Sin on her feet, she glanced around. There wasn’t a lot to take in, but just like the rest of the joint, it was neat and clean.
My fingers beneath her chin, I turned her face toward me, and she blinked quickly. “You nervous?”
“A little.”
Rubbing her arms, I smiled. “You don’t need to be. I’ll stop anytime you say. But trust me. You won’t.”
“You’re very confident.”
“Yeah.” Swooping down, I descended on those tight nipples that had teased me all night long.
She gasped, then moaned, as my tongue rasped her hard bud, my thumb and finger pulling on its twin. With her back bowed over the forearm I slid around her waist, I sucked her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. I left the first one prominent and wet before turning to the other. The pink peaks becoming visible in the circle of transparent material, I cupped her breasts and bounced them in my hands.
“Damn, precious. You’ve got incredible tits. Wanna see them.” I peeked at her just once to make sure she was okay—her eyes half-mast, her body trembling—before I lifted the hem of her top.
Skimming my rough palms against her dewy skin felt like heaven. When my fingers grazed the bottoms of her breasts, her eyes slammed shut. The shirt lifted, draped around my wrists with the heavy chains that looked so at odds with her creamy skin. Her nipples popped out—deep red, striving upward.
I kept going higher until her arms raised, and I whipped the shirt off, tossing it away. Her skin glowed. There was an amazing teardrop shape to her tits. The nipples puffed up—candy to suck and bite.
I pulled her against me and kissed her with my tongue sliding deep into her mouth until my breath chugged inside my chest. She undulated her hips against me, hitting the thick hard rod of my cock.
“How does that feel?” My eyelids dropped heavily.
Her mouth moved to the side of my neck, her hands busy beneath my muscle shirt. “So good.”
“Gonna get better.”
I latched onto her neck, scenting that sweet skin then licking it as her breath threaded in and out.
With a frustrated moan, her hands climbed to my pecs, the shirt barring her progress.
“Take it off me.” I drew back.
Sin worked quickly, ridding me of the shirt. “Love your body. Your ink. Wanted to stare at you forever the other day.”
I looked down, willing myself to remember the sight of Sin—downtown, smart as hell, sexy Sin—rubbing her face against my chest while her hands slipped to my ass.
She squeezed and I thrust forward, a grunt rolling out of me.
Her hands were all over me, her wispy white-blonde curls tickling, her lips and tongue sucking my nipples that pinged hard. Her tongue twirled around the barbells. Her fingers dug into the slabbed muscles of my ribs, drifting to the tight coils of my abdomen and the line of dark brown hair that stretched from my belly button to my belt.
Then she brought her long vamp red fingernails into play. I bit my lip, forcing down a loud groan when she dragged furrows along my entire torso.
I reached low, grabbing her wrists. “Gonna get you naked now.”
Kneeling in front of her, I worked off her sandals. I slid my fingers up her legs. Legs she spread wider, one hand planted on my head. She gusted out a moan as I coasted up her thighs.
Encountering thin straps low on her hips, I followed them around to her ass beneath the skirt.
“A thong?” I snapped the thin lacy band nestled between her ass cheeks.
She nodded.
I hoped it was white, and wet through.
The material clung to her pussy, but I pulled it free and slowly lowered it down her legs. The scrap of lingerie appeared. Pristine and white like I’d though. The center absolutely soaking wet, as I’d wanted.
I held them up to my face. “Looks like I got you
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