look down between their bodies. She caught a flash of a colorful tattoo low on his right hip, but couldn’t focus on it, her avid gaze locking too quickly on to his cock. His hands settled onto her hips as he shifted back slightly—just enough to give her a better view—which is exactly what she knew he’d intended. He wanted her staring at his diamond-hard erection, the long shaft thick and broad and heavily veined. The head was as round and succulent as a ripe plum, and almost as dark, the slit in the tip already leaking with moisture. But for all its brutal details and shocking size, his dick was…well, beautiful.
And, yeah, Karin had never thought she’d actually be staring at a man’s cock and thinking about how gorgeous it was—yet that was exactly what she was doing.
When she placed her trembling hands against his chest and lifted her heavy-lidded gaze back to his, he husked, “My turn,” and his right hand pressed between her legs, one long finger pushing into her body while his thumb found the sensitive rise of her clit.
“Christ, Rin. You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, leaning down and pressing his open mouth against the side of her throat, the head of his magnificent cock pressing against her stomach, leaving a streak of moisture across her flesh. Her head tilted to the side to give his mouth better access, her body all but melting against the door as pleasure burned through her like a molten ball of flame, her hands curling over his wide shoulders and her inner muscles greedily clenching around his thrusting finger, his thumb working her clit as if he were inside her head, taking mental cues directly from her mind. Slow, dizzying circles, with the perfect amount of pressure, the heady sensations he was creating more intoxicating than any alcohol she’d ever consumed, and she could feel a devastating orgasm already rising up inside her—swelling, building, tightening—her sex so wet she could hear the slippery sound of his finger moving in and out of her.
Any second now, she was going to come all over Paul Cartwright’s big, masculine hand, and the eyes she hadn’t even realized she’d shut suddenly shot open to find his handsome face right above hers, his dark, beautiful eyes staring down at her with a breathtaking look that was more visceral and hungry than anything she’d ever seen—and the reality of the situation slammed into her so hard that she gasped. But before she could wrap her brain around the fact that she was actually getting hot and heavy with the gorgeous detective, he pushed a second finger inside her, the fit so snug it would have been painful if she weren’t so freaking drenched for him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he scraped out, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in a sharp breath and fingered her deeper, and she watched his own raw, powerful need carve itself into his rugged features, his cockhead burning like a brand against her stomach, every muscle in his tall, ripped body coiling with tension. “Let go,” he growled, curling his fingers forward and rubbing the callused tips against that spongy spot that made her knees nearly buckle. “Come all over my fucking hand, baby.”
“Paul, I—” she started to say, only to break off with an excited moan when he pulled his hand from between her legs and lifted it to her face, his slick thumb stroking over the curve of her lower lip. Then his mouth was right there, his tongue licking her taste from her lip, his hands moving down her sides and around, squeezing her ass as he slanted his head to the side and kissed the ever-loving hell out of her.
“Better yet,” he panted against her lips, looking her right in the eye, “I’d rather feel that sweet little cunt come all over my tongue.”
“Oh God,” she moaned, her voice soft and hoarse, her lust-wrecked brain desperately trying to figure out what the fuck was happening.
But Paul was already dropping to his knees in front of her, and her body eagerly followed his lead as he lifted one of her shaky legs over his shoulder…and used his thumbs to spread the sensitive folds of her sex.
Oh fuuuck. Just…fuck, Paul silently cursed, blinking, unable to believe anything could be so fucking perfect. But she was. Karin’s tight cunt was pink and wet…and completely bare. He hadn’t expected her to be waxed, given how shy she was. But that was a