Page 28 of Protected By the Sinner

“Forget what?”

“Anything but this. I don’t care for how long. Just make me forget.”

I lift her up and sit her on the couch. Her dress hikes up, revealing her panties.

I kneel in front of her.

She’s watching me but doesn’t move. She shivers when I spread her thighs, my hands sliding up the insides of her legs.

I kiss her mouth again, my fingers playing with the soft skin between her thighs.

My hand slides from her hair to her firm breast, and the second my thumb brushes her nipple, she squirms on the couch. I swallow her moan, deepening the kiss.

In one swift move, I peel the dress off her. “I want to see you,” I murmur, even though she made no attempt to stop me.

I cup her breast, rolling the hard peak between my fingers, and her eyes flutter shut. She straightens, her tits close to my face.

“You’re driving me fucking crazy, woman.” I take one breast into my mouth, sucking hard, grazing it with my teeth, and feel her body writhe beneath my hands.

Without stopping, I pull down her panties, exposing the feverish heat between her legs.

She spreads wider for me, and a growl escapes my throat. I grab both her ankles and rest them on the edge of the couch.

Her pussy is as stunning as the rest of her. The wet glisten of her arousal short-circuits my brain. I’m a visual man, and having Amber spread open like this for me is destroying any rational thought.

One hand plays with her breast again, and judging by her moans, they’re extra sensitive now. She doesn’t hold back—no more restraint.

I run two fingers along her folds. “So fucking wet.”

She smells fucking amazing.

I lower my head and catch her swollen clit between my teeth. “You want to be eaten so bad, don’t you?” I don’t wait for an answer. I kiss her dripping pussy with my mouth wide open.

She grabs my hair hard—just as desperately as I’m devouring her.

I slide one finger inside to test her and feel her tighten.

I keep going, and she rocks her hips and moans. In and out, gently. She goes wild, lifting her hips. Her hands leave my hair and start tugging at my shirt.

I’ve never been this turned on by foreplay alone. She’s delicious.

Her breathing is uneven, her golden skin flushed with arousal. She gives herself completely, meeting my pace, taking my fingers deep inside her tight body.

I know she’s on the edge—her muscles are starting to spasm.

“You’re gonna come on my tongue.”

“Please . . . I need it . . .”

I rub her clit, teasing the swollen button, my fingers fucking her gently while my tongue licks up her honey. “Tell me what you want, Amber. I want to hear you beg for my tongue in that tight pussy.”

Her lips are swollen from all the sucking. She’s pure perfection—like a pagan goddess. Naughty and undone. “I want to come in your mouth.”

Fuck!

I eat her like a man possessed, my cock hard as steel, aching to replace my mouth and fingers. But the damn control freak in me needs her to fully submit first.

She screams as she comes, and I don’t waste a drop. I drink it all.