Unleashing Sin - A. M. Wilson Page 0,77

higher to reach his mouth. His hand tightly fists my loose hair, using it to control me as he crushes his lips against mine.

“Up you go.”

I’m momentarily thrown off-kilter as his hands grip beneath my armpits and haul me up and over until I’m straddling his chest. A twinge of embarrassment hits as I realize I’m leaking onto him.

He must notice the look on my face because he rescues me. “Don’t. I like it there. Sex isn’t good if it’s not a little messy. Besides, where you’re going, it’s going to get a whole lot more so.”

Huh?

“Sit on my face, baby. I’ve been dying for a taste.”

Oh.

My heart pounds as I contemplate. Without more than a handful of seconds passing, I slowly make the ascent to his request. If he’s asking for it, it must be okay. This is Alex I’m with, and I’d do just about anything he asked me to do.

But even more than that, I want to. I’m desperate for this connection to him. I’ve experienced once before the pleasurable things he can do to my body, and I know he wouldn’t do anything that didn’t have my satisfaction in mind.

It’s slightly awkward taking to my knees and crawling up and over. His chin tips back, and his eyes track mine as I settle above him. Peering down, I watch the moment all of me comes into his full view. His eyes heat, nostrils flare, and he lets out a puff of warm breath that I feel on my pussy.

“Christ, baby. Don’t hold back now.”

So I don’t. I spread my knees, arch up, and give my man what he wants.

His tongue lashes out before I’ve made full contact. I gasp at the sensation, unlike anything I’ve experienced. A warm, velvety stroke of his tongue along my slit releases any last reservations, and I seat myself the remainder of the way. His hands grip my ass, palms up, holding me to him like a feast as he spears his tongue inside.

“Oh, yes,” I breathe. My hands scramble for purchase as I rock against his wet mouth.

His lips and teeth join the action, nibbling and sucking on my flesh as he brings me higher than I’ve ever been. A hand reaches around my thigh. He presses his thumb tight against my clit and fucks me with his tongue, quickening my pace as I ride him furiously. He shoves it deep inside me, letting out a groan at the same time. The vibrations, coupled with him buried deep, send me careening into orgasmic bliss.

He waits until I float back down, caressing my skin and placing kisses up my thigh.

“Are you ready for me?”

“I’ve been ready,” I reply dreamily and scoot down his hard body, dropping kisses in my wake. When I reach his pectorals, I spend some time feeling the hard bumps of his nipples with my tongue. Alex demonstrates he’s had enough playing by flipping me onto my back and settling between my spread legs.

There’s never been a hotter sight than this big, burly, tattooed man, mostly naked between my thighs, fisting his own thick cock. It brings me back to that day after his shower, watching him do the same in the mirror. This time the action is infinitely hotter, knowing I’m mere moments away from him entering me for the very first time.

This is it. I won’t get this moment back ever again, but I will remember it for the rest of my life.

He leans over me, a forearm to the bed as he lines himself up. We both groan at the first inch. Alex slowly pulls back before plowing forward a bit more, not enough and everything all at once.

“Kiss me,” I plead as he fills me up. I wrap my legs around his hips to pull him closer.

He obliges, his tongue pressing skillfully into my mouth at the exact moment he drives himself home.

“Fuck you feel good,” he growls against my lips. He pulls out and pushes back in before setting up a steady rhythm.

“Faster, please.”

“Baby, no,” he grunts through clenched teeth, and I can tell he’s barely maintaining control.

Fuck control. I want him to let go.

“Harder, Alex,” I beg again, pumping my hips and squeezing my calves around his waist.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he grunts between thrusts.

“Sin,” I snap, and his head jerks up. I gentle my tone. “Fuck. Me. Harder.”

His groan is animalistic in nature as his pace becomes frenzied.

God.

“Yes,” I cry, doing my best to hang on and match his pace. “Just