4. Sin
SIN
“Count?” she garbles.
“You hard of hearin’? You wanna play with the big boys, cupcake, this is what it looks like.”
Before my very eyes, she slides across my lap, and I’m all but done watching her move.
Her ass is just as perfect as her tits. Those stilettos still on her feet make me groan.
I’m in complete awe of her, and not just because her ass is splayed over me. Never in a million years did I think she’d ever submit to me.
“How long have you been wanting to do this?” she breathes.
Is it just me, or is she more excited than I am? My dick strains against my zipper, begging me to let him out.
“You don’t wanna know.” I smooth one palm over her cheek. “I’m gonna spank you six times, and you’re gonna count. That’s how many times you’ve talked back to me tonight.”
She wiggles in response.
I bring my palm down and spank one cheek, hard, without warning.
She moans. Fucking moans.
I grip her hair, tilting her head back. “You’re meant to be countin’, remember?” I spank her other cheek.
“One! Uh, two!”
I do it again, once on each cheek, the sound ricocheting around the room.
“Three, four…” Her moans make me want to explode.
I’m barely containing my erection at this point. Her skin is already starting to pinken.
“Remind me why you’re such an ass,” she pants.
“Wrong choice of words, cupcake. Though, if you want anal, you just gotta ask.”
I’m dying to feel how wet she is, but I’m only halfway through her punishment.
I keep up my ministrations until we get to six, then she turns her head and says, “More, Sin. I need more.”
I lean down toward her ear. “Are you tryin’ to fuckin’ kill me?”
“Not intentionally, but death by blue balls could be a new way to go.”
I spank her again, harder. Her noises get louder. Goddamnit. I can’t take much more of this. She attempts to move her hand between her legs, but I snatch her wrist. “No, you don’t.”
“Please, Sin.”
And that’s the moment I almost come in my pants. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock,” she says without hesitation.
Counting just went out the motherfucking window.
I yank her up, bringing her face inches from mine. “You know what you’re askin’ for?”
“Let’s not make a big deal out of it. It’s just cock.”
My eyes dip to her chest, and I want her. But before I can reach out to her, she slides off me and onto the floor.
This is a sight I never thought I’d see—Sapphire on her knees for me.
But when her hands reach for my belt, I know she’s not playing around.
Her fingers brush my dick, and I lift my hips when she has my zipper undone to give her easy access.
She yanks my jeans and underwear down, my cock springing free.
“Holy shit,” she mutters.
My dick stands, thick and proud. I have to say, I’m proud of my size, and it looks like she might be, too.
“You good?” I grin.
Her eyes widen as she folds her fingers around me, barely able to touch “Fucking Sin.”
“That’s my name, doll, don’t wear it out.”
Her eyes meet mine. “You’ve had this in your pants this whole fucking time and did nothing about it?”
“I’ve done plenty with it.”
“With me, asshat,” she huffs, her hand working up and down my length as I clench my teeth.
I spread my legs wider, and I almost shoot off the bed when her tongue licks over my slit. My mind scrambles when she glides her perfect lips over my tip, and it takes all my might not to push my cock down her throat.
“Don’t tease,” I warn. “Take it. I can’t sit here watching you play with me.”
She tuts. “Now, now, Alexander, patience.” She rolls her tongue over my tip once more.
I almost shoot my load when she hollows out her cheeks and takes me farther into her mouth.
Man, is she a sight for sore eyes. I wanna be rough with her, but I know that’ll get me nothing but a slap across the face.
When she gags, I tighten the duvet under me in my fist so I don’t thrust, inadvertently sending my cock down her throat.
“Fuck, Saph, Jesus?—”
“Uh, huh, you love it.” She licks my shaft like it’s a giant lollipop, her other hand tugging on my
balls, and I don’t think I’m gonna last another ten seconds.
“Need to fuck you n-now,” I stammer, her head bobbing as she takes me again.
Up down, up down, her hand squeezing my base. I hold her hair back, gripping it in one fist as she takes me down her throat. Damn, that gag reflex is remarkable, but then it triggers a thought about the men she’s done this with. I don’t want to think about that too much.
Sure, we all have a past, but I’m her fucking future. I haven’t been stalking her for this long to just walk away after one roll in the hay. Sapphire is mine.
I yank her off me, and the hungry look in her eyes short-circuits my brain. This fucking woman.
“Do they make condoms big enough for that thing?” she breathes, her hand still reaching for me. She can’t get enough, and I’ll admit, it makes my ego grow as well as my dick.
“Yep.” I grin. “Unless you wanna go raw?”
She gives me a look that says, “No, thank you,” not that I can blame her. I’ve had sex with a lot
of women, but I’ve always used protection.
I reach for my jeans, fish out a foil packet from my wallet, and make light work of getting it on my waiting dick. She watches my every move, sliding her tongue over her lips.
I pull her to me, her body so warm and perfect I want to be as close as possible.
“I enjoyed my spanking very much,” she sasses. “So, is this my new punishment?”
“No,” I grit, cupping her face. “This is.” And then I kiss her.
She stills at first, like a statue. Her lips are warm, soft, and sweet. I can hardly believe with the crap that comes out of this mouth, she could be so tender, but that’s Sapphire for you.
She’s all tough and mean on the exterior, but deep down, she has a side begging to be loved.
We both know what a shitty childhood she had—what they both had—but she’s overcome all of that.
Her and Reaper’s dad was a drunk, and a mean one at that.
Still, they both turned out okay in the grand scheme of things.
Sapphire always said she got her sass from her mom, who died when she was little.
I’ve had my own ups and downs with my mom and rehab. I get how the story goes.
When she kisses me back, it’s a whole new world. Her lips part, and my tongue slides in, jolting me into a realm I’ve no idea whether I’m worthy enough to be part of. She’s more amazing than anyone I know, and yet, all these years we’ve bickered and fought, when we could’ve been doing this.
Done.
That’s me. I’m fucking done.
“Mine,” I growl when we pull apart.
She blinks, looking up at me. “What did you just say?”
I press my forehead to hers. “You heard right.”
“Don’t ruin it. It’s just sex,” she whispers, but even I can tell when her voice falters.
I shake my head. “No. It isn’t, and you know it.”
“Inside me,” she whispers against my lips. “Now.”