Page 12 of Ruthless Sinner

To my surprise, Marco lowered himself to his knees. He draped one leg over his shoulder and nosed at my folds. “You’re so fucking soaked already, naughty girl.”

“All for you,” I murmured, and it was the truth.

I gasped as his warm tongue swiped at my already sensitive clit. I was wet, almost embarrassingly so.

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” Marco murmured, almost to himself, and then he slid two fingers into me as he licked at me again.

Oh myGod. The stretch of two fingers at once, plus his mouth on my clit—I moaned, my voice unraveling into a helpless whimper of surprise. I liked that bit of roughness of his fingers pushing inside me, that slight burn, and it had been so damn long since I’d gotten that kind of pleasure from anyone…

Marco pumped his fingers in and out of me quickly, deeply, his tongue tracing patterns on my clit that had me seeing stars. I felt like my spine was melting. I didn’t even know what to do with my body, my legs trembling and threatening to give out on me at any moment.

My vision went blurry as he curled his fingers, finding just the right angle to make me cry out. I gripped my fingers in his hair to hold on.Oh my God, oh my God, oh my—

I felt myself hurtling towards a climax, but Marco pulled his fingers and mouth away from me before it happened. A small whine of disappointment escaped me before I could stop it. I hadn’t been touched like this in solong, what else was I supposed to do?

Marco pulled a condom out of his wallet and winked at me. “What, you thought I wasn’t going to tease you a little?”

He undid his pants, and my mouth watered at seeing his thick, glorious cock again. Marco’s eyes never left mine as he rolled the condom on. “By the time I’m finished with you, baby, you’ll be screaming for me.”

Oh, God, yes.

CHAPTER5

Marco

Idefinitely intended to get Jewel properly naked, and myself too, in a bed back at my apartment. I didn’t usually take the strippers I slept with back there—why bother when there were convenient rooms right here in the club?

But there was still something about her that I wanted to keep unwrapping. More of her that I wanted to explore. And there were limits to what the club could provide. I wanted to stretch her out and really take my time with her.

That moment where she’d faltered just before saying she wanted my cock inside of her—I’d seen this vulnerability in her. Like she was unsure how her statement would be received. She was so confident, practically cocky, the rest of the time, I had no idea what to make of this combination.

It intrigued me more than I should probably admit.

But first things first. Before I got her into my bed, I had to make her want to be there. And that meant fucking her brains out right here against the wall.

She’d seemed to like it rough, so I picked her up by sliding my hands under her thighs. Jewel squeaked in surprise, her arms wrapping around my neck as her legs latched around my waist to hold on.

“Oh my God that’s hot,” she blurted out, then looked horribly embarrassed she’d said that out loud.

I had a feeling that, given her height, most men didn’t try to pick her up. They might not even have thought she liked that. But I could tell when a woman liked being manhandled a little.

“Don’t you clam up on me,” I told her. From this angle I could run my tongue over her lovely neck all I wanted, and I sure as hell didn’t hold back. “I want to hear everything you’re thinking in that gorgeous head of yours.”

Jewel seemed surprised, but before she could say anything—if she even planned on saying anything—I pushed my cock into her, until I was buried to the hilt.

I growled, and my entire body shuddered against hers. Oh fucking hell, it was heaven.

She was sotight. I felt like I couldn’t breathe or I’d come on the spot. Luckily, Jewel seemed to need a moment too, judging from how she trembled in my arms.

“Been a while, huh baby?” I asked.

Contrary to popular belief, strippers weren’t sex workers. While I had a fun time working my way through their ranks, they weren’t any easier or harder to hook-up with than the women I picked up at nightclubs, bars, or in coffee shops. There were some strippers here whoweresex workers, but others just stripped and refused my payment when I went into the back rooms with them.

Jewel, being new here, seemed to have picked me as her first sex client. I was flattered, and damn pleased that my month of flirting with her had paid off. But I could tell it had been a while for her and I wasn’t going to push her too far too fast.

I occupied myself in the meantime with kissing every part of her smooth skin that I could reach with my mouth. It was beyond fun to nip, to suck, to kiss, and figure out what responses she gave, where she liked to be touched and how. I was careful not to bruise her, or mark her up, even though I desperately wanted to.

When she relaxed enough, I pulled halfway out. “Hold on tight,” I teased her.

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