Page 73 of No Small Sin

I climbed into the passenger seat of the cart, the hot seat already sticking to the backs of my bare thighs.

Beck had seen fit to replace my numerous tennis skirts, despite the fact that I didn’t need them anymore once I’d left my job at South Shore. He’d said they reminded him of the day we met, which was so freaking cute, but I rarely wore them. Today had been as good of a day as any to slip back into one.

The once over he gave me before sliding his hand across my lap and gripping my thigh before roughly pulling me across the bench seat and tucking me into his side told me I’d made the right choice.

I’d dreamed of having a love like this for most of my life — having someone so utterly obsessed with me. I’d worried the way he treated me would fade with time, but almost a year into our new life together and he was still just as enamored with me as I had always been with him.

“It’s unusuallyvacanttoday,” I noted. “Where is everyone?” I realized that I hadn’t seen a single person since we’d arrived.

He hummed, inching a hand up my thigh as he steered the cart with his other. “I wanted to be alone with you today, pet.” He looked at me out of the corner of his eye, gauging my reaction to the next part. “So I rented out the entire club and sent everyone home aside from those who will be feeding us later.”

I grinned. “So there’s no danger of losing you to a random cart girl out here today, then?Phew.I was worried. I’ve heard you have a thing for them,” I said, pretending to be relieved.

We were already pretty far from the entrance now, and he jerked the cart to a halt. I wondered if he had any intention of actually playing golf at all.

I would soon have my answer.

He wrapped his long fingers around my upper arm and yanked me from the cart before spinning me around and bending me over the side of it.

The metal bar at the edge bit into my hip bones as he pressed my torso down flush with the hot leather seat.

Shoving my skirt up around my waist, he groaned as he kneaded the soft flesh of my bare ass. “No panties, love?”

“I didn’t think I would need the—” My words cut off with a soft release of breath when he kicked my feet apart and dropped to his knees behind me.

His mouth sealed over my pussy and I moaned into the crook of my elbow.

A sharp smack came down on my ass cheek and he pulled away from me, “Do not muffle those little noises you make. I want every single fucking one of them, cuore mio.”

He stood again and reached forward, threading his fingers through the back of my hair and fisting it tightly. He jerked my head back, freeing my mouth of obstruction by twisting it to the other side before shoving it back onto the seat and dropping his body back down behind me.

He held onto the front of each one of my thighs and licked a slow, torturous line from my clit to my entrance.

Having my pussy eaten was most definitely one of my favorite pastimes. But having Beck eat it from the back out in the open like this, where anyone could see us?Otherworldly.

He tongue-fucked me through an orgasm that absolutely wrecked me. My knees buckled, but he was relentless, holding me in place while he destroyed my goddamn soul.

I couldn’t have lifted myself from the seat if I’d tried, but it didn’t matter because apparently, Beck wanted me to remain in the position.

He grabbed a handful of my ass again and nipped at my heated flesh with his teeth before pulling something from his pocket.

The click of a lid opening piqued my curiosity. I lifted my head, tilting it as best I could to get a better view.

He massaged my skin again, opening me to him this time. A drizzle of lube cooled the overheated flesh there, causing me to shudder.

I wiggled my ass, anxious for him to fuck me already.

“So impatient,” he cooed.

The smooth tip of a silicone toy breached my tight ring of muscle. I gasped at the unexpected intrusion as he shoved what I now realized was a plug all the way in, the base resting flush against my skin.

Hole in fucking one.

He smoothed my skirt back down and righted the rest of my body, helping me back into my seat.

I squirmed, full and a bit uncomfy.

He sat back down next to me, an evil glint in his eye.

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