The Price of Inertia (The Seven Sins #4) - Lily Zante Page 0,80

It looks like we get to do this after all.

“Are you sure?” he asks me, and it’s the gentlest he’s been, reminding me that he does have his tender moments.

“I’m absolutely sure.”

His eyes flash with desire. “But you went out with Jamie last night.”

“To make you jealous.”

He gets up off the bed, then lends me a hand and yanks me to standing. Just as I frown, feeling puzzled and disappointed, he spins me around so that my back is to his chest. “You succeeded.” He runs his hands greedily all over my body, massaging and playing with my breasts. One hand trails down my stomach and drops further down. He plants one of my feet on the bed, opening me up a little, before sliding his finger over my folds. The ripples of excitement this causes make me arch my back against his chest.

His cocks jabs my bottom, and my mind doesn’t know where to focus. His fingers slide and circle around my clit, and his other hand plays with my breast. I turn to the side. “Kiss me,” I beg, needing his lips on mine while I drift in and out of this sexual haze. He meets my lips hungrily, we try to kiss, unable to properly latch on. Even though he is driving me insane with his flexible fingers, it’s his cock that I need.

“Do you want me, Mari?” he asks, his voice riddled with need.

“Yes.”

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes.”

He’s messing with my brain, with his hands in all my erogenous zones, and me at an awkward angle that stops me from exploring him as much as I want to.

He pushes me onto the bed, face first, doggy style, and makes a sound, low and throaty. The bed dips as he climbs on behind me, his knees on either side of mine. His cock at the ready, dipping into my wetness.

“Yesss,” I beg. A shiver runs through me as he nudges my opening with his thick tip. My hands slide forward and clutch the bed sheets as he tunnels into me. Every thick beautiful inch of him fills me while my stomach and breasts are pushed down flat. I groan in ecstasy, animalistic sounds falling from my lips.

“You okay?” He bends over my back, his hand stroking my clit, making me moan even more. “Oh... yes........” I cry, and then he thrusts in deep, one short sharp thrust and he’s in to the hilt.

I feel full. It’s the strangest sensation, and just as I get used to this blissful feeling, he pulls out. Then starts to thrust, setting up a pace, and every few thrusts leaning over to play with my clit. I whimper, feeling powerless, gutless, boneless. He keeps slamming into me, then pulling out, then does it over and over again. We are white heat, wet, and sticky. His cock inside me is like nothing I’ve had before.

I bury my face into the mattress, absorbing every feeling, every thrust, every touch.

Until a tinny sound breaks the spell.

It’s my cell phone.

I try to locate it with my one free arm, to see who it is because I always worry that it might be my mom. I lift my head. It’s Jamie. I let it ring and bring my attention back to myself.

“Aren’t you going to get that?” Ward asks, his voice strangely hard. He’s still inside me, pushed right to the hilt, as if he’s taken up permanent occupation inside my pussy. I’m poised on the precipice of something deep and all consuming.

My head falls to the bedsheets.

“Aren’t you?” he asks again.

I can’t answer because I’m about to fall from this precipice.

“Mari?”

“Don’t stop,” I beg. “Go harder.”

He obliges, thrusting in and out of me. I love that he owns me like this, that he wants me, that he makes me feel dirty and delicious with every thrust. It’s frightening and exciting, this new stage we’ve reached. My feelings, ripped and raw, about what this means, and what he thinks of me, fall to the side. All that matters is him, and the pleasure that drips from our oneness.

His hands grip my hips and I cry out, losing myself, forgetting who I am. I’m wasted, limbless, and boneless, as he rides out his pleasure. I feel his aftershocks inside me and I push back, trying to squeeze every last ounce from him.

Chapter 32

WARD

This has to be the best sex ever.

I turn my head and observe her side profile. I watch the rise and fall of her breasts, then