Unleashing Sin - A. M. Wilson Page 0,68

mouth to stifle the sound. Because at that moment, Alex loosened and dropped the towel, which was draped around his hips. Not only does this give me the perfect view of his tight, muscular ass, but in the reflection of the mirror, my eyes lock onto his rock hard erection.

My heart beat kicks up double time, knowing I should leave, but I can’t look away. I watch as he takes his cock in his hand, tightly wrapping his fist around himself. He strokes upward toward the head, slightly twisting his fist when he nears the end, then drags it back down. Slowly up, back down. Repeat. Entirely unaware that I’m mere feet away, watching the entire show.

His pace quickens, the muscles of his ass tightening as he thrusts himself farther, faster, harder into his hand. And I can’t take it anymore. My hormones grip me so tightly, I drop my hand from my mouth and slither my palm over my breasts, taking a moment to squeeze each one and pinch my nipples into stiff points. Wanting to feel more, I grip the hem of Alex’s tee shirt and tuck it beneath my chin, exposing my breasts to the chilly air. As the ache between my legs nears unbearable, I slip my hand down my belly and skate my fingers through the wetness between my folds. Lifting my heels and resting them on the edge of the bed, I coat my fingers with my arousal. I draw the wetness up to lubricate my clit and focus on rubbing myself there. Slowly at first, then working myself up to match the pace of his thrusts as he jerks himself off in his bathroom. I bite my cheek hard to contain the moan burning low in my throat.

Alex’s hips pump and the grunts and groans he’s emitting only spur me on further. His eyes are closed, his brows pinched tight as his mouth hangs slightly open. I can hear his quick, harsh breathing from the bedroom. He quietly moans my name and picks up his pace. It’s all the affirmation I need that I’m doing the right thing by pushing him into having me. I need him to have me. All of me.

I tip my head back, keeping my eyes trained on his cock. Using one hand, I pull my panties all the way off to the side, entirely exposing my pussy, and with the other, I glide two fingers inside. I can feel myself clench. I’ve never had an orgasm before, but I’m on the right track. I can feel it. Just a little bit longer, and maybe I can finish.

His grunts become louder, his breathing faster as he tightly squeezes the purple head of his cock in his fist. His hips thrust in a galloping rhythm, and my hand works inside me, fingering myself to match his pace. As his body stiffens, my body shatters into a million pieces, a scream tears from my throat, and I have no control left to stop it. I did it. I’m coming, and I can’t seem to stop as I release another breathy moan.

Alex’s eyes snap to mine, our gaze locking in the mirror as my orgasm rolls over me, my body shudders, and I watch as his cock jerks, spilling his cum all over his hand and the sink before him. This is a staring contest I’m not about to lose, even as his eyes darken lustfully to nearly black.

“Shelby,” he growls deeply, the sound awakening my body once more even though I’ve just come. I watch as his heated gaze travels the length of my body perched on his bed. My flushed cheeks, breasts swollen with bright red nipples still hard with arousal, down my abdomen until his eyes lock onto my exposed pussy, which I can feel is slick with my come.

“God, Shel, I’m sorry. I couldn’t…I tried so hard not to. To not be like those men who use you in their minds.”

“You are nothing like those men,” I whisper vehemently. I lift my hips and pull my panties down my legs. “I want you to watch me.”

In several long strides, he’s standing in front of me, his hand wrapping around the base of my skull and his face mere inches from mine.

“I really want to bury my face between your legs until you’re screaming, but I can wait. Need you to show me what you just did. Up close, baby.” In one swift move, he’s dropping to his knees,