Page 16 of Sin With Me

Fingers weave through my hair as she grinds on me harder. When her tongue teases my piercing, I moan at how good it feels to have her like this.

I almost laugh at the irony of how less than twenty minutes ago she claimed my piercings andwhole packageweren’t that impressive, but now she’s in my lap, edging both of us.

My head can hardly keep up as my heart threatens to beat out of my chest because I’ve never felt anything like this.

This urgency.

This craving that only Delilah can satisfy.

This feeling of relief that’s only ever been fulfilled from cutting—something I haven’t done in years because of her—but you never forget the relief when the pain finally vanishes. It’s a high that’s too easy to get addicted to.

And now that I’ve discovered an alternate way to get that feeling, I’m never letting it go.

When she releases a throaty whimper, I nearly lose control. Kissing her isn’t enough. I need to touch her.

My fingers brush the hem of her shirt, feeling the softness of her skin against my calluses as I explore her body. I slide a palm underneath her bra and glide my thumb over her peaked nipple.

Her head falls back when she gasps at the sensation. I kiss down her jawline, sucking on her neck and massaging her breast.

“Fuck, Delilah…” Groaning out her name, I lick over her pulse point and feel how fast her heart’s beating.

“Touch me…” she begs, clinging tighter around my shoulders. “Lower.”

I’ve never heard her voice so raspy, and I’ve never wanted to obey as urgently as I do now that I have.

My free hand pops the button of her jeans and then I lower the zipper until I feel the fabric of her panties. When I rub over her clit, she releases a needy moan, and I capture her lips again.

She fists my shirt as I tease her, moving from fast and hard to soft and slow.

“Wilder, more…I need?—”

“Whaddya need, darlin’?” I prompt when she stops abruptly. “Tell me.”

“Inside me…please.”

Her desperate plea makes my cock so hard, I consider releasing myself just to relieve the ache.

“Lift slightly,” I tell her.

She rises so I can slide my hand lower between her thighs. I glide a finger through her wet slit and when I find her opening, I sink a digit inside her.

“Oh my God,” she breathes out, then rests her forehead against mine. “Gimme another one. I need more.”

“You’re so tight. I don’t wanna hurt you.”

Although she’s plenty aroused, I don’t know how long it’s been since she’s had sex and the thought of giving her any discomfort makes me hesitate.

“If I can shove a nine-inch dildo in my pussy, I can take two or three of your fingers,” she spits out.

“Nine inches, huh?” I taunt with a devious smirk. “You’ve been preppin’ for me.”

“Get off your high horse and just make me come…unless you’re unable to.”

Delilah’s feisty on a regular day, but this level of sass is making me hard as fuck.

Pulling my hand back slightly, I reenter with three fingers and grin when she cries out. The fit is tight with her panties and jeans still on, but I go as deep as I can with the room I do have.

“Oh, yes. Right there…” she breathes out with her eyes rolled back. Hanging onto my shoulders for support, she rocks against me and controls the speed.