Page 51 of Perfect Sin
I bite my lip, afraid if I let a single sound slip past my lips it’ll be a moan. I’m embarrassingly wet already and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
Once he’s behind me I feel his fingers on the zipper of my dress, and the obscene sound of the metal teeth releasing their grip as he pulls it down my back. It pools at my feet, and I step out of the mass of black satin and royal blue tulle.
His fingers whisper over the lace edge of my bra. It’s barely a touch, but a violent shiver racks my body. “You’re beautiful, and all mine. I don’t give a fuck what anyone else says. I’m exactly where I want to be.”
Those strong fingers continue to trail across my torso in a feather light touch, so at odds with the power they’re capable of. When he reaches the edge of my panties his hand slips into the waistband.
I gasp, stopping myself just short of a loud moan. My head falls against his shoulder and his hand retreats.
“Eyes on the mirror,” he commands.
I comply immediately. Anything to get him to continue. Watching his hand from the mirror is erotic torture at its best. The lace barely conceals as he rubs circles around my clit. My fingers dig into the marble counter as I try to hold in the urge to cry out and hold on to my sanity.
One finger slips inside of me while the heel of his hand maintains pressure on my throbbing nub. My breathing has grown into choppy pants.
He nuzzles the side of my face, his hot breath blowing on my ear. Chills explode across my skin. “Do you want more?” he whispers.
“Y–yes,” I stammer.
Sin pulls his hand away, and I whimper.
“Shh, I’ve got you.”
Through the mirror I see his hands unbutton his pants and lower his zipper. He lowers them enough to release his cock, and I long to lower myself to my knees and take him in my mouth. Sin has other plans though, and I’m more than willing to let him run the show.
He rips my panties free from my body. The lace bites against my flesh before it gives way and somehow manages to increase my arousal.
Sin pushes me forward until I’m resting on my elbows with my ass in the air. His fingers dig into my hips, and he joins us in one quick thrust.
I’m losing the ability to stay quiet, and the room fills with the sounds of flesh slapping and our grunts and moans mingling together.
“Do you like watching me fuck you?” he asks, catching me watching his cock enter me over and over.
“Yes,” I say on a moan.
“That lock is pretty flimsy. Anyone could walk in here at any moment.”
I groan.
Sin chuckles. “I think you like the idea of being caught.”
Wordless sounds escape me. The only thoughts forming in my brain are,more, more, more.
He starts to lose control, thrusting harder and faster. His eyes eat up the sway of my breasts still confined in transparent lace, the flush of my skin, and the sheen of perspiration casting a glow on my body.
Once again he slips a hand between my legs and applies pressure on my clit. The combination sends me over the edge. My orgasm triggers his, and he begins to pump erratically until he buries himself deep and holds as his release fills me.
My skin cools as he slowly pulls out of me and fixes his clothes. He helps me back into my clothes, minus my ruined underwear, and places a kiss on my shoulder.
“I think it’s time for us to go. You look thoroughly fucked, and I’m calm enough to run my errand now. Let’s not take the chance of my temper flaring again.”
I grab his lapels and pull him to me. “Be careful.”
He smirks. “Not my style.”
The corners of my mouth turn down. “Okay, fine. Just come back to me.”
Sin kisses me softly on my lips. “Always.”