Page 33 of No Small Sin

Standing in the doorway to her bedroom, I temporarily forgot how to breathe.

She was lying in bed, her white, fluffy down comforter engulfing her lithe body. Her eyes were closed, and the sound of her heavy breathing was music to my ears. Her body arched with pleasure, her skin tinged with a deep flush.

The hot pink vibrator seemed to fit perfectly in her tiny hand as she stroked it in and out of that tight little cunt, caressing and teasing her most sensitive spots. She moaned and writhed as she increased the intensity of her strokes.

And,goddamn.

My hand wandered to my raging hard-on.

I squeezed my dick painfully, willing it to calm the fuck down.

Her hips bucked and rocked against the bed. With her back bowed, she released a throaty moan that echoed off the walls. She allowed herself to let go, giving in to the ecstasy and I wanted nothing more than to drown in the sight of it.

She opened her eyes, and her gaze snapped to mine.

She lay there panting, her entire body vibrating from the intensity of it all. She smiled slowly, clearly content and pleased with herself.

But we both knew that was just the beginning.

“Couldn’t wait for me?” I purred.

“I was just keeping it wet for you. Like you asked,” she smirked.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it up, eyes closed as I pulled it over my head. The fabric was soft against my skin, my every nerve ending on fire as I let go, feeling the air cool against me as it dropped to the ground.

I stalked toward her.

I could get used to this particular brand of stalking.

“So obedient,” I rasped. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Her eyes lit up at my praise.

I slid my body over hers, bracketing her in with my forearms. The feel of her hot skin against my own was borderline intoxicating.

My heart slammed against my rib cage.

“Tell me now if there’s anything you don’t want from me.” I ran my nose along the side of her neck, stopping to place a less-than-chaste kiss on the shell of her ear.

I slipped the vibrator from her hand, noticing the open drawer of her nightstand.

So… My girl liked toplay.

“You said I was yours,” she stated plainly, staring into my fucking soul. “Did you mean that?”

I bent down, kissing her slowly, torturously — in a way that eddied every coherent thought left in my rapidly melting brain. “Yes,” I murmured against her pouty lips.

“Then I want whatever you have to offer. All of it. If I’m yours, I’m yours to do whatever you want with.”

She had no idea what she was asking for. The things I wanted to do to her.Everyfucking thing.

Her vibrator was like a nuclear force in my hand, begging to be used, the need to fill both her holes totally overpowering everything else.

I wanted to overwhelm her senses, ruin her for anyone else.

Would she like that?

I needed to go slow, for both our sakes.

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