Page 48 of No Small Sin

A quiet breath stuttered out of me at his words. Ugh, he wassogoddamn sexy. How was he already such an elite dirty talker?

I liked the thought that maybe I just turned him on that much, but who honestly cares? Just keep talking, babe becausefuck meI can’t get enough.

He gripped the back of my neck and leaned down to kiss each corner of my mouth, holding me in place and denying me what he knew I really wanted.

I could kiss him for hours. For days.

I flicked my tongue over the center of his perfect, pouty lips.

“I like you sweet,pet. Like putty in my hands,” he continued, speaking the words against my lips — which was my favorite fucking thing he liked to do. “Do you know why that is, cuore mio?”

“Why?” I whimpered. He was right. I was such fucking putty when he held me like this. Goo, even. Puddle on the floor.

“Because you sucked me into your orbit with your feisty little attitude. I want every part of you. Every phase, every mood. All that you have to offer.” He bit my lower lip, tugging gently before releasing. “ButfeistyTK is my favorite. And there is nothing I love more than fucking thesweetright out of you.”

I couldn’t have dropped to my knees any faster.

I slipped his shorts and boxers down his thick thighs. He kicked them to the side.

“I’m so fuckinglucky. Look at you,” he cooed, gripping my chin and nudging my mouth open.

He threaded his fingers through the back of my hair, gripping roughly at the roots, and jerked his hips forward, guiding his fucking gorgeous cock past my eagerly waiting lips.

I adjusted myself on my knees and bobbed my head forward, taking as much of him as I could. I felt him hit the back of my throat and decided to use this as an opportunity to work on my gag reflex. I sucked him deeper, pressing myself forward until my lips were flush with his pelvis. I couldn’t breathe. But the loving, almost awestruck way he stroked my cheek as I looked up at him through my tear-soaked lashes made this moment worth every single second of oxygen deprivation.

I would suffocate for this man.

I hollowed out my cheeks and pulled back, swirling my tongue around the tip before sucking it into my mouth and releasing it again with a gentle pop.

In the past, I’d never truly enjoyed this part of sex, but with him it was different. I loved the feel of him in my mouth. Down my throat. Overwhelming my senses.

“You taste like fucking heaven,” I told him, taking him deeply again.

His body stuttered. I could drown in this feeling, knowing I had this effect on him.

I pulled myself back again, leaning forward quickly to lick a small drop of precum beading at his slit. “Mmph… need more, Beck. Please.”

Thankfully, he knew what I wanted without needing me to spell it out for him — before I could take my next breath, he jerked my head forward and shoved into me aggressively.

I craved this side of him, this almost-violence.

He fucked my mouth, each thrust stealing the air from my lungs… each thrust tossing another drop of gasoline onto the slow-growing fire in the pit of my stomach.

“You are… so. Fucking.Perfect.” Each word was punctuated by another jerk of his hips forward.

I couldn’t take it anymore, my needy cunt all but begging for contact.

I slid my hand down his outer thigh, loving the feel of his erratic movements beneath my palm, and slipped it deftly between my legs.

With three fingers, I slowly circled my clit — not enough movement or pressure to make myself come, but enough to relieve the building ache until I could have him inside me.

I moaned around his cock, the intense combination of sensations sending me spiraling into the abyss.

The corners of my vision fuzzed. Being used by Beck was everything and more and I never wanted this feeling to end.

I increased the pressure on my clit and hummed around his length.

Just when I thought he might be close, he pulled away from me abruptly and stood looking down at me, slowly stroking his thick cock.

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