Murder_ A Sinful Secrets Romance - Ella James Page 0,107

He pulls my thick socks off, then slowly peels my leggings down my thighs. My heart pounds as the cold air touches my warm skin.

I look down, waiting for him to pull my leggings the rest of the way off, but he just works them to my knees, then sinks a finger into me. With his finger thick inside me, he lifts me up and carries me carefully to the partial wall between the den and kitchen. He backs me up against it, balancing me there as I moan softly from his ministrations and he works to take his jeans down with his free hand.

I groan as he drags his finger out of me. With one knee propped under my ass, he wraps both hands around my waist and lifts me up. My back is pressed against the wall. My legs, needing something to grasp onto so I don’t teeter off his knee, lock around his hips—and here we are: like in a sexy movie.

I hold onto his waist with my legs, press my back against the wall, and Barrett shifts his hips until I feel his smooth head prod my folds. I let out a moan, and his head drags between my pussy and my ass.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” he rasps.

His mouth nips at my jaw, and then he lowers me slowly, so I’m pressed against his thick head. The feeling of settling atop him—my slick lips pinching as he pushes up against me, then parting wetly around him, so he pops inside—makes me gasp like someone in a porno.

He shifts his hips a little, and gravity impales me, inch by slow, thick inch. He’s really big…but I’m so slick. I bear down against the almost painful pressure of him, try to rock my hips and shove him, deep and thick, inside me.

Barrett holds my hips, though.

“Slow,” he whispers.

I moan, rocking. “Please…”

I reach down and try to spread myself around him. I feel Barrett’s muscles flinch—and then, with one hard thrust, he buries himself in me.

“Oh my God…” I grunt, my senses overwhelmed. He’s so damn deep. I can’t move, can only clutch his upper arms as he swells in me.

“God.” I try to spread my legs as my clit throbs. His dick is so big… Fuck, I wish he’d touch my clit. I try to touch it with my own finger, but Barrett moves his hips. I stretch around him, groaning as he seems to fill me deeper still.

“Hold on with your legs, Gwennie.”

I hadn’t notice I had let go. Jesus. I can barely get my legs to cooperate. My body feels weak and shaky, molten. I can barely do more than just pant here, spread and stretched around him. I feel my clit swell as I clench around his thickness, shifting as if I can adjust to what’s inside me.

Barrett thrusts, clutching my hips. I grunt as his head brushes my G-spot.

“Shit…” His lips brush mine, his soft tongue stroking into my mouth—and the two at once: his hot tongue surging in my mouth, his thick cock buried deeper than I’ve ever taken anything—they make me moan and shiver.

I think I hear him murmur, “Beautiful.”

He lifts me by the hips and slides his thick erection partway out. I groan at the loss. He pushes me against the wall, rocks the tip of himself in me till I’m panting, then he surges back in.

I cry out at the incredible invasion.

“That’s right,” he purrs. His rough cheek brushes mine, and I can feel his mouth move over my ear. He licks around the rim of it and breathes against my throat. The sensations make my legs fall open wider, and I try to thrust against him.

He grunts as he pulls slowly back out. His breath catches, and I open my eyes in time to see the rapture on his face as he shoves back inside.

“God!” I’m getting fucked…

I grip his arms.

His hands have moved; he’s got me by the ass now. Every time I sink down on him, he groans roughly. His chest pumps with his deep breaths as he draws out, then punches inside…losing his grip on my ass as he pulls back out, squeezing my hips as he ruts back in.

When he’s buried deep inside me and I’m panting, dizzy and impaled, he lets go of my hip to rub a finger over my clit.

“God!” My legs around his waist go weak as pleasure swells between them. Barrett’s mouth is biting me. He strokes