Page 32 of No Small Sin

I drove for a bit, likely too fast. The road was outstretched in front of me, a long black ribbon in the dimming light of the afternoon. With the windows down, the cool wind whipped around me, almost dizzying as my mind swirled with all the ways I wanted to wreck my girl.

God, I just knew she’d look so fucking pretty on her knees for me, my hand twisted in that gorgeous black hair.

For some reason, traffic was heavier than normal the closer I got, and it only became more crammed the further I drove. I veered off the main road in order to cut time, but the side road was worse than the way I’d originally come, everyone else seemingly having the same plan.

It was bumper to bumper, cars inching forward like a slow-moving river of banana pudding.

Of all thefuckingtimes. I slammed my hand into the steering wheel.

I needed to get to her. Needed to touch her, needed to see how she touched herself. To learn every inch of her body.

There had to be a car accident or something… this was in no way normal for a town this size. It wasn’t even rush hour.

I was beyond frustrated being forced to drive at a snail's pace.

Every vehicle tried to maneuver around another as if they had a chance of getting anywhere sooner than anyone else.

I chose to play the game of avoidance — swerving around cars, cutting off drivers, and generally being a nuisance. The only thing on my mind was getting to her as quickly as possible.

The last few miles seemed to stretch on forever. I pushed every safety limitation, taking turns at risky speeds and flying through intersections without looking.

Everyone else could stop for me. I didn’t give a fuck.

My fingers ached to be inside her, my mouth fucking dying to taste her. I’d painted her with my cum once, but I was more than ready to do it again.

There was a car just ahead and I fully intended on swerving around it. If I could make it past, I'd have a clear path to TK's. As I started to pull out, it jerked as if it knew what I was planning, and meant to block my path.

Motherfucker.

Rage. I hit the gas with a vengeance. It was useless for anyone to try and interfere with my current state of need.

The twat must have sensed my recklessness because they swerved out of the way.

Good on them, because I would have fucking slammed into them and driven away without a second thought.

When I finally pulled onto TK’s street, my cock throbbed painfully against the zipper of my jeans.

She wasmine.

Mine to kiss. Mine to taste. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck, in every way imaginable.

And I was about to show her just that.

CHAPTERTWELVE

Beck

Idon’t know that I’ve ever been nervous about anything in my life.

Was that what this feeling was? Anxiety?

Fuck. It wasBangxiety.

I stood on TK’s doorstep, questioning… everything. But waiting even a second longer to touch her would have quite literally done me in.

Over the last few days, I’d felt like I was being ripped in half — wanting this so fucking much and dreading it at the same time.

I tested the door, hoping she’d left it open for me and she had. I closed it behind me and locked it. I would be having a key made after this because the thought of just anyone being able to walk in on her while she was home alone and totally unaware made my skin crawl.

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