Page 19 of Connor (Total Sinners #2)

I dragged my fingers through her, gathering more of our mess, and pushed it back inside her, watching the way her walls fluttered around the intrusion, how her breath hitched when I curled my fingers and fucked it deeper.

"Connor," she whimpered, her voice wrecked, her body arching against the counter.

I groaned, sliding my tongue over the curve of her ass as I fucked her slow, deep, teasing, letting her feel every inch of my fingers moving inside her.

And then, without thinking, my touch drifted lower. My thumb circled the tight, untouched hole of her ass, slicking it up with our combined release, teasing her, pressing just enough to feel her tense beneath me.

My cock twitched.

"You going to let me have this part of you again, Summer?

" My voice was low, rough, possessive as I kissed along her lower back, my breath warm against her skin.

Maybe it was fucked up, but I wanted to see my cum dripping out of every part of her.

“If I wanted to fuck your ass, would you let me do that to you again, sunshine?”

I smirked, pressing my lips to the base of her spine. "Tell me, Princess."

She hesitated, her breath ragged, and then slowly, timidly, she nodded. My cock throbbed at the sight. "Good girl," I murmured, my lips trailing lower. "I’ll take care of you. I promise."

I pressed my thumb against her tight little hole, applying just enough pressure to feel her gasp, her hips jerking at the unexpected sensation.

She shuddered, her moan high, needy, desperate.

I groaned, sliding my other fingers back inside her dripping cunt, fucking her with both hands, my thumb pressing in carefully, stretching her inch by inch while my fingers curled inside her pussy, pressing into that perfect spot that made her tremble.

"That’s it," I whispered, hypnotized by the way she clenched around me, by the way her body took me so perfectly, everywhere at once. "So fucking tight, baby. You’re gonna let me ruin every inch of you, aren’t you?"

She moaned something incoherent, rocking back onto my hand, needing more, completely lost to the pleasure, the filth, the utter fucking depravity of it.

"That’s my girl," I growled, pressing my thumb deeper, my fingers pumping into her, feeling her tense, shake apart under my hands.

She was so close.

I felt it— the way her moans turned high and helpless, the way she rocked onto my fingers, chasing the friction, completely fucking ruined for me.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" I rasped, biting into her hip. "Gonna make a fucking mess all over my fingers?"

She nodded frantically, her breath shattered, her body pushed past the point of sanity.

I smirked, pressing my fingers deep inside her, sliding my thumb in perfect rhythm, making sure she felt everything.

"Then do it, sweetheart," I ordered, low, rough, dominant as fuck. "Come for me."

She screamed, her entire body convulsing, her walls clenching around my fingers, the tight ring of her ass squeezing my thumb, every inch of her shuddering as she came so hard that she squirted all over my hand.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I groaned, watching the way she gushed, her body flooding with release, her legs shaking beneath me.

I kept working her through it, fucking her slow and deep, watching her ride the aftershocks, watching the way her body responded to me, only me.

When she finally collapsed against the counter, breathless, shaking, I slowly withdrew my fingers, my cock still aching, leaking, desperate to take more from her.

I brought my slick fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean, groaning at the taste of her, of us.

"Look at you," I murmured, grinning darkly, pressing a final kiss to her spine. "You really are my perfect little mess, aren’t you?"

She shivered at my words, still too fucked out to speak, still spread open for me, dripping, completely ruined in the best way possible.

And I?

I was already thinking about how many more times I could make her come before sunrise. But she froze as I turned her around and picked her trembling body up. Her hands pressed against my chest.

"No."

It was like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over me. I stilled, every muscle in my body locking up as she pushed me away. God, it fucking hurt, even if I deserved every moment.

She was breathing hard, shaking, her eyes wet, burning. "I can’t do this anymore."

The words hit like a fucking bullet. My stomach dropped. "Summer—"

"No, Connor." Her voice was tight, pained, the edges razor-sharp. "You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to ruin me and then come back just because you can’t handle seeing me move on."

My pulse pounded, my throat closing up.

She took a step back, pulling down her dress, wrapping her arms around herself like armor.

"I’m really, really done this time."

My chest fucking hurt.

But I didn’t show it.

Instead, I stepped back too, running a hand over my aching jaw, forcing my face into something unreadable.

"Fine."

Summer blinked, caught off guard. "Fine?"

I nodded once. "If that’s how you want it."

She crossed her arms, defensive, hurting. "It is."

I tilted my head, studying her. Hiding my panic as I tried to find something to change her mind, and then, I shouldn’t have said it, but—"But if that kid is mine, you can’t expect me to leave you alone."

Her breath hitched. "What?"

My eyes darkened. "You want me gone? Fine. But I’m not just gonna disappear while you’re pregnant. I need to make sure you’re taking care of it."

Summer stared at me, her pulse fluttering at her throat. And for the first time, I saw real fear in her eyes. Not fear of me. But fear of what I meant. Fear of what this meant. And that was the first thing that made me feel like I was still in control.