Page 50 of No Small Sin

I hummed against the expanse of his throat.

“Let’s hope so, pet.” He ran his hand over the back of my hair and stilled it at the base of my neck, holding me to him. “Because I am in no way finished with you. So many hours in the night left. So many ways I want to watch you fall apart for me… over andover— so pretty when you come, and we havesomuch lost time to make up for.”

He backed into a heavy door, pushing it open and bringing us into a slightly cooler room that was brighter than the other and seemed to echo when he spoke. “A hot shower for my girl,” he said, leaning into a stall to twist the knob. The spray of water sounded throughout the space, steam filling the air around us. “Then food.” He sat me down, holding me steady as I found my balance. My legs were total jello. “Then,” he tapped under my chin, bringing my eyes to his. “I’d like to spend the rest of thisdateshowing you just how much I fucking love youtoo.”

CHAPTERTWENTY

Beck

She’d said she loved me.

I hadn’t expected that at all.

Did she mean it? Or was this just another one of the things people say casually, with no real feeling behind the words?

I didn’t care. I would take whatever she had to offer.

Until tonight, I’d really only thought I could show her the tangled mess of emotions I felt for her with my body. But hearing those words fall from her lips chiseled a huge fucking crack in the granite I carried around in the left side of my chest.

I’d already acknowledged my love for her.

She gave me something special in a moment of vulnerability, so I made the choice to do something I’d never once done in my life.

I made myself vulnerable in return.

Seeing her hand between those gorgeous thighs, her tiny fingers moving over her tight cunt — forced two reactions within me:

One, I almost blew my load down her throat right then and there. I’d never seen anything so fucking sexy in my entire life… not that I’d been looking before now.

The fact that she was turned on by getting me off? Everything.

And two, every fiber of my being screamed at me that I should be the one to make her come.

First and hard.

And then again and again.

I reacted viscerally, just as I did to any other need I’d ever felt.

And fuck… the way she melted into my body and fell apart at the seams.

All for me.

She was borderline incoherent, and getting her to that point made me fucking high.

Made me want to see just how many times I could tear her body apart and put it back together, only to do it all again.

I was officially addicted.

She’d needed this from me so much sooner than now, but regardless of what it took to bring me to this point, it was now that I was dying to test both of our capabilities.

I wasn’t sure what had brought on the version of TK that she’d presented me with tonight. I loved her like this — my good, sweet girl… truly.

But I wanted her feisty. Feral. Pinned down, writhing, and fucking screaming until her throat was raw.

And if I had to drive her to the edge — death by fucking orgasm – to get her there? Even better.

How was it that most days I wanted to fuck her into submission, and tonight it was as if everything had flipped completely?

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