Page 65 of Sinner's Storm

My eyes widened and my mouth opened as a silent cry erupted from me while my body once again convulsed around his cock.

I had no words.

The sensation of being fucked in two places was sending every nerve in my body into hyper-drive. The only real thought I could even form was that I wanted more.

More of his cock and more of his pleasure.

As I let go, my third climax built to a crescendo, and Jason slipped another finger into my virgin ass. He eased himself in slowly, but I offered little resistance while he claimed me inch by inch, until he buried his fingers into my ass as far as he could go.

I moaned when he moved, in tandem with his fingers, grunting from the exertion to keep his pace slow. My ass was tight, and I knew it was driving him wild with lust that he couldn’t fuck it. With each gentle stroke, I was getting used to the new sensations and the overwhelming fullness. That’s when the knowledge that I had finally surrendered to the last barrier between us and that in every conceivable way, I now belonged to him.

I truly was his.

When I rocked my ass back, Jason pushed forward and groaned loudly before he pounded into my pussy while he fucked my ass with his fingers in fervor.

I could feel every throb of his cock as his fingers wiggled and scissored in my ass and his balls slapped against my clit over and over.

My cries of pleasure were enough to push him over the edge. He roared loudly, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum into my pussy again. With the last jerk of his cock, Jason fell over me, wrapping his arm around me, panting. Our bodies lay together in a tangle of limbs, as the smell of sex filled the air. When he cupped my face, turning my head, he lightly kissed me on the lips.

“Sleep for now, Precious, because I am nowhere near done with you.”

He wasn’t lying.

I was leaning against the shower tiles, trying not to move. My whole body ached in places that should never have ached.

My hair hurt.

My hair had never hurt, but after the five-mile marathon of sexcapades Jason put me through last night, all I wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep the day away.

Too bad for me that would never happen.

Not with Harlow on the mend.

My girl was the freaking Energizer Bunny on steroids.

Lost in my aching misery, I stiffened when I felt his hands slide against my wet skin before twisting me around to face him.

“You look tired.”

“You should know,” I sassed as his eyebrow rose.

Pulling me closer to him, his thickly muscled arms flexed, caging me in as I felt his cock, hard again, pressed against my belly.

“Does that thing ever sleep?”

He chuckled. “Nope.”

Leaning forward, he kissed my shoulder, dragging his tongue up my neck before he sucked on my earlobe.

Sighing, I raised my hands to his shoulders, then drew my fingers down his torso.

“Are you like this every morning?”

He growled. “Yes.”

Moving out of his embrace, I stepped back under the spray and shuddered, smiling as the warmth spread all around me. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back as the water rained down on me, sufficiently warming every inch of my body. When I opened my eyes, I drank in Jason’s wet, naked form.

I let my gaze travel up Jason’s body until our eyes locked. As usual, the desire in his eyes made my pussy throb with need. He stepped closer, joining me under the spray, and his cock pressed into my stomach. I shivered at the way it throbbed as it pressed against me, insistent. Hungry. I reached out and rested my hands on his chest for a moment, smiling when I felt his heartbeat.