Page 14 of Heartless Sinner

I stalked towards her, just a few deliberate steps until I stood behind her and held her hostage against the counter with my hands gripping her hips. Marla gasped when I aligned my body to hers from behind, then shivered as I brushed my lips against the soft skin behind her ear, exposed by her hair being up.

Fuck, she smelled amazing, like cinnamon and oranges, and having her warm body against mine was enough to have my cock swelling in my pants, which I was sure she could feel pressing against the curve of her ass.

“How long has it been?” I asked, my lips catching on the shell of her ear. I squeezed her hips and slid my hands down, gathering the hem of her dress and pulling the fabric up until I could slide my palms underneath.

“A…a couple years,” Marla admitted breathlessly as I inserted a foot between her heels and forced her to widen her stance, which she did without protest.

Such a good girl.

Idly, I brushed my fingers up and down the inside of her silky smooth thighs in a teasing caress. A small moan escaped her, and I couldn’t resist a satisfied smile. “You must be real pent up.”

I skimmed my fingers back up her thighs and played with the line of her panties. Delicate lace. Delicious.

Marla whimpered, then lifted her chin. “Maybe a little,” she said, casually, as if she wasn’t already trembling in my arms, as if I couldn’t smell her growing arousal.

I kissed softly down from her ear, along her jaw, the side of her neck. Her breathing grew more erratic and she leaned back against me, trusting me to hold her as she slowly unraveled. I wrapped my free arm around her mid-section for added security, just in case her legs gave out on her.

God yes. This was what I wanted—this stubborn, intelligent woman letting go and allowing me to do whatever I pleased to her because she knew I’d make her feel so fucking good.

I could get her to trust me like that, I just knew it. And with time, I could get her to trust me with her heart, not just her body. But her body—that gorgeous, seductive body—oh, that was a damn good start.

“You want me to take that edge off for you?” I whispered huskily. Slowly, I raised up the hem of her skirt to her hips, exposing her inch by inch. “Give you a nice dirty little orgasm to start us off?”

“Start us off?” Her voice shook.

I chuckled wickedly. “Oh, sweetheart.” I reached up between her legs and dragged my finger over her hot pussy through her underwear. “You don’t think I’m going to stop after your first orgasm, do you?”

Her panties went from damp to soaked, and I groaned, my stiff dick throbbing in my pants. Oh, fuck yes. “You like that idea? Me making you come over and over?”

Another small moan escaped her and her hips hitched forward, pressing into the stroke and slide of my finger, greedy for more.

“I want verbal answers, sweetheart.” My voice was a low, demanding growl.

“Y-yes,” Marla whispered, her head falling back on my shoulder. “I—I like that idea.”

“I thought you might. You’re a woman who shouldn’t settle for anything less.” I kept playing with her through her underwear, making her grind brazenly against just the one finger through the slick, clinging lace of her panties. “And I’m more than happy to give that to you.”

There was a part of me that wanted to move forward in this, to plunge my fingers into her pussy and get her nice and open for my thick cock—but I wasn’t going to win her over with a quick fuck, no matter how good my fucking was. No, I wanted to show her just how patient I could be. I had to make this a marathon, not a sprint.

I scraped my teeth against the line of her jaw and Marla squirmed, trapped between my body and the counter. Oh, Lord, her sweet ass rubbing up against my clothed dick like that was positively sinful.

My finger grazed back and forth, trying to find that one spot—and I knew when I found it, Marla’s whole body seizing up a little, her hips jerking forward.

“Oh, baby, you really need this, don’t you?” I crooned, flicking my finger right up against her clit.

Marla began to pant, her hips trying to shove down onto the pad of my finger, seeking more pressure and friction. Her nails scraped against the countertop. “V-Vince…”

I massaged a little harder with my finger, rubbing in concentrated circles. I’d always found it a fun challenge—to see how I could get a woman off with specific methods instead of just plowing my dick into her like some kind of amateur. And the idea that Marla was so keyed up it would take only this to get her off… it was possibly the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

Marla moaned, louder this time, and I relished the victory. I nipped at her pulse point and she shivered. “Oh, you like that?” I whispered. “You like a little teeth?”

“Yes,” she admitted, her voice breathy.

God she sounded so fucking hot like this. I bit down a little harder this time, still strumming with my finger, and brought my other hand up to pinch her nipple through her dress.

Marla gasped, her whole body going stiff, and then she cried out as a rush of slick moisture drenched my finger as she came long and hard, those pussy juices coating along the inside of her thighs.

Her panties were ruined for sure. The idea thrilled me.

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