Page 69 of Pocketful of Shame

"I'm sorry," I cried out, my flesh ignited in a blast of burning heat as he tugged on my clit again.

"For?" He slid a second finger inside me and crooked it upwards.

"For kissing him and making you ache," I strangled out, body shaking and jerking violently as I came hard on his face.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Romi

Sketch continued to finger me and suckle at me until my body stopped shaking. Only then did he pull back, lift my leg off his shoulder, and whisper, "Did I make you feel better?"

"Yes." Breathing hard, I nodded frantically, cheeks flushed, eyes glued to his. "A lot."

He wiped his chin with his thumb and climbed to his feet. "Good." He leaned down and stroked my nose with his before pressing a soft peck to my lips. "I'm glad."

He moved to pull back, but I refused to let him leave me. The moment our lips connected, my entire body ignited in a blast of white-hot heat. I was onfirefor this boy, just the same as I'd always been. Hooking both arms around his neck, I kept our lips fused together, tasting myself on his tongue when it dueled with mine.

His arms came around me, pulling me closer and our lips crashed and collided hungrily, desperately seeking more from one another. It had been a long two years since I'd felt the severity of our connection, but I was feeling it now as my brain switched off and my body took over.

I could feel his erection digging into my belly and the sensation caused heat to wash through me. I knew exactly what he was sporting beneath those boxers and the thought made my legs tremble. Breaking our kiss, I slipped under his arm and turned our bodies so that he was the one with his back pressed to the wall again.

Drunk off both alcoholandSketch Capaldi, I shoved at his chest, pinning him to door before pressing a trail of kisses down his stomach.

Finding a bravery inside of myself that I didn’t know I possessed, I lowered onto my knees and looked up at him through hooded eyes. Body trembling, I ignored the pain in my knee and leaned forward, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his boxers.

"What are you doing?" Sketch whispered, biting down on his swollen bottom lip as his chest rose and fell quickly.

"What do you think I'm doing?" I whispered back, dragging the fabric down his narrow hips just enough to free him, attention riveted to his long, thick shaft. "Ro, you don't have to do –"

"Shh." Trembling, I traced one fingertip down his length. He was pulsing; thickening and straining with every stroke of my fingertip.

"Fuck." His eyelids fluttered closed before snapping back open, eyes locked on mine. His hungry gaze was so intense, soheated, that it urged me on, pushed me forward, encouraged me to bebold.

Leaning in, I swiped my tongue across the thick head of his cock, never once taking my eyes off his.

"Fuck." He shifted, hips thrusting instinctively, as he released a strangled growl. "Fuck!" A pained hiss escaped and his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip as his hips arched towards me.

His eyes, now narrowed slits, were locked on my hands as he breathed hard. His knuckles had turned white from the force he was using to ball his hands into fists at his sides.

Proud of myself for drawing such an immediate reaction from him, I took him deeper into my mouth and sucked before slowly withdrawing to tease the head with my tongue and teeth.

Sketch groaned and it was a deep, guttural sound that I felt in deep in my belly. He opened his eyes again, searing me with dark, dilated pupils filled with lust and longing.

Sucking him in deep, I was surprised to find I didn’t gag when his cock hit the back of my throat. One of his hands found my hair, fingers knotting in my disheveled ponytail, while he cupped and clumsily stroked my cheek with his free hand, while gently rocking into my mouth.

Feeling daring, I reached up and cupped his balls, rolling them gently between my fingers and then immediately swallowing down the sudden jolt of pre-cum that filled my mouth.

"Jesus," he groaned, thrusting himself into my mouth then pulling back with a pained growl. "I'm gonna…fuck! Wait, Ro, I'm gonna –"

"Shh," I ordered, lapping and sucking at him. I sucked my lips in, pulling tighter on his shaft, sucking harder. "Stop overthinking this." Trailing my tongue up his length, I whispered, "Just fuck my mouth," before taking him to the back of my throat.

Growling, he roughly fisted my hair, adjusting my face to an angle that suited him.

And then he did exactly what I told him to.

Hefuckedmy mouth.

He was wild and reckless, pumping into my mouth with fast, hard thrusts, whispering all kinds of promises as he moved, telling me he loved me, I was fucking beautiful, he was sorry – for what, I wasn’t sure and I didn’t care.

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