Summer His features contort. His hard chest shudders. His hard, veiny shaft jumps in my palm and hot bursts of
cum sear my forearm, my chest; streak the blouse I’d teamed with my short skirt.
Sin in the throes of an orgasm? It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. A moan bleeds up my throat, I swallow it. Tilt
my chin up.
"You’re lying."
His features relax. His dick pulses in the aftermath of the orgasm. My fingers don’t meet around the column of his
hardness. Damn him. And he just came. The hell?
He smirks, "When you have a man’s balls in your grasp, it’s more potent than a dying declaration."
I frown. "You mean that a man will say anything to get his dick sucked?"
"Are you offering?" He scowls.
"No." I release him and his hold on my neck tightens.
"Then I will."
He flips me around, so I am the one leaning against the desk. He drops to his knees in front of me.
"What the—?"
"Let me." He peers up at me from under hooded eyelids.
"Sinclair, what are you doing?"
"Let me pleasure you, Darling."
I shake my head, grip the edge of the desk with my palms, mirroring his stance from earlier.
"Please." His features soften.
"Wow."
"Didn’t think I knew how to say that word, huh?" He smirks.
A chuckle bubbles up. “Only you could turn a simple request into a—" "Demand?"
"An asinine string of words."
"Love it when you talk filthy to me."
I set my lips together. "That wasn’t talking filthy you ass —" He leans in and touches his lips to the center of my
body. Pleasure zings up my spine. I throw my head back, huff.
"Love it more when you moan."
"That was... a—" "A yes?"
"Stop putting words in my mouth."
"Then say it aloud, Bird."
"I can’t think when you touch me."
"Okay."
"What?" I blink. Sin being this... agreeable? Wow! All of my senses go on alert.
I glance down to find he’s indeed holding his hands up.
"See? I can comply with your wishes."
Hmm. "So why don’t I trust you?"
"Give me a chance, Bird."
I chew on my lower lip.
"If I don’t make you come in the next five minutes—"
"Three."
"What?" He glares at me.
I shiver, shuffle my weight from foot to foot. That rough tone, that harsh edge to his intention... Wetness slicks my
core, as he’s going to find out in the next few seconds... "Two minutes."
"Summer." He growls.
I bite the inside of my lips, "You have one minute to make me come. If I were you—" His hands swoop out, he
drags my skirt up above my hips again.
"You didn’t wear panties."
"Didn’t want a panty line."
"Liar." He drops his head, licks my pussy from my back hole up to my clit.
I gasp. "Not. Lying."
"You came here with the intention of seducing me."
"Not."
He licks my swollen nub and a trembling starts up my toes. No, no, no. I can’t let him win this. I arch back, away
from him. He grips the backs of my thighs, "Spread for me, Baby Girl."
My legs part like the words of my favorite movie prose.
"So beautiful. So sweet. Your cunt is my home, Darling."
I swallow, thrust my pelvis forward, and he plunges his tongue inside my pussy.
"Sin."
"Shh." His hum rolls de ep inside of me. A whine slips from me and his grip tightens. He dives into me, licking,
sucking. I dig my fingers into his hair and tug. Raise one leg and hook it over his shoulder. He lowers his other and
fits it under my other knee. I am riding his face, as he fucks me with his tongue. Thrusting, throbbing, stabbing at
my center. I’m coming. "I’m coming." I arch my shoulders back, my spine curves, and the climax rips through me.
Sparks of
blue and white... Stormy, swirling, big fat tears roll down my cheeks.
He doesn’t stop. He thrusts that wicked sinful tongue of his into me, hooks it across the most delicate part of me.
Another orgasm throbs at my center and shoots out, vibrates out to my extremities. He rips his mouth from my
lower lips. "Come for me, Bird."
And I do. Again. I shatter on his desk. Moisture drools out from between my thighs. He bends his head, laps up all
of my cum. Wipes me clean.
I slump onto the table. He swoops up, rolling my legs up and around his waist, then scoops me up.
My head falls against his chest. Thud-thud-thud. His heart gallops under my ear. Or is it mine?
He walks around and sinks into his chair, holding me.
"Sinclair."
"Hmm?"
"I love you too."
A chuckle rumbles up his chest. "I know, Bird."
"You’re still a jerk."