Page 51 of No Small Sin

There was nothing about her that felt predictable.

I didn’t need to figure her out; she could keep me guessing forever and I would play along endlessly.

But no matter her disposition on any given day, there was one constant: I would fuck her into incognizance — whether that meant her falling into a blissed-out trance, or becoming a screaming, writhing mess.

Either option worked for me.

Because I craved every fucking part of her like I craved my next kill.

I wanted all the pieces of her fucked-up soul threaded into my very existence. I wanted what was left of mine threaded into hers.

Droplets of water sluiced over the curves of her breasts as she stood under the spray of the shower, slowly regaining her bearings.

I’d never imagined being jealous of inanimate beads of liquid, but there was a first time for everything.

I crowded her against the cold tile of the shower wall, caging her in with my forearms on either side of her head. My cock hardened against her naked torso, my skin buzzing at every point of contact.

Who was I kidding? My cock had been in a constant state of semi-hard from the moment I first laid eyes on her, apparently making up for years of inactivity.

She popped up on her toes, wrapping her arms around my neck. Leaning against me, she pressed her swollen lips to mine, stroking her tongue over mine with an eagerness that made my knees buckle.

I took a step back, looking down at her small frame. My hands roamed over her, savoring the warmth of her skin radiating through my palms as I grazed the swell of her breasts.

I brushed my fingertips over the tight peaks of her pale pink nipples, pulling a gasp from her sweet mouth.

I groaned at the feeling it produced in my chest, pinching her and tugging gently. She pressed her chest into me, asking for more.

“You like that, love?”

“Yeah,” she all but whispered in response.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, lifting her up until her gorgeous tits were mere inches from my face. The urge to suffocate between them was strong. She curved her body around mine, wrapping her legs tightly around my torso and grinding into me.

That wouldn’t do.

“Needy girl,” I teased, pressing her back hard against the wall and shoving two fingers into her wet heat. I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth, causing her to huff out a tiny breath. “Ready to come for me again so soon?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

Good.

I worked her into a panting mess, finger fucking her roughly against the wall. I alternated between sucking and biting each one of her nipples, loving the feel of her between my lips.

She arched into me, head thrown back in sheer bliss as the rest of her body convulsed in ecstasy.

My cock jerked, and I wondered if I could come from the sight of her orgasm.

She was beautiful like this, writhing on my hand, but I wanted her screaming.

So I threaded one arm through hers and wrapped my hand around the top of her shoulder, guiding her onto my throbbing cock.

I filled her slowly, stretching her inch by inch.

“Feeling you stretched around my cock is my new favorite addiction,” I groaned. “One of them, anyway.”

“What’s the other?” She panted, grunting at the end of her question as I jerked her down onto me. The sounds she made were both adorable and so fucking sexy; her tiny moans had permanently embedded themselves into my fractured psyche.

I dragged my tongue along the column of her throat, nipping at her chin once I reached it. “Anything that ends with you coming for me.” I pecked her lips twice in quick succession. I couldn’t get enough. “I just want to make you feel so good,” I murmured against her mouth.

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