Page 47 of Sweet Sinners

Chapter forty

Connor

I can’t get enough of her like this—bent over the kitchen counter, palms pressed flat against the cool marble, shorts around her ankles.

Cali, the woman who stands tall and fearless in front of boardrooms, who tells entire press conferences exactly how she’s going to rule the goddamn world, shaking and desperate under my touch.

Fuck, it does something to me to see her this way—taking everything I give her, begging for more.

"Connor…oh, God," she moans, rolling her hips back as my tongue strokes her clit again. Her thighs tremble against my palms, desperate for more, always more.

I savor her, drinking her in, loving how wet and ready she is for me.

I slide my tongue deeper, growling softly against her soaked skin, knowing exactly how the vibrations wreck her.

Cali jerks sharply, nails clawing the countertop as pleasure rips through her, and I hold her steady, devouring every shudder and moan until she’s shaking uncontrollably around me.

"Good girl," I whisper roughly, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, licking her gently as she comes down from her high. Her body’s pliant, completely surrendered, entirely mine.

She draws in a shaky breath, nails scraping softly against the marble as she presses her cheek to the countertop. I trail slow kisses up her spine, pausing only to undo my pants, every inch higher making her shiver. When I reach her ear, I nip softly at her earlobe, my breath hot against her skin.

"You'll think of me every time you sit down tomorrow at work," I whisper darkly.

She shivers again, pushing herself up slightly on shaking arms. "But—"

"But what?" I whisper roughly, gripping her hair and gently pulling her upright, back flush against my chest. I slide a hand around her waist, holding her tightly, possessively, lips grazing her ear. "You wanted this. You want my marks, you want proof that you're mine."

"I do," she breathes, her voice barely audible. "God, yes."

My teeth nip sharply at her earlobe, making her gasp. "Good girl. Tomorrow, every move you make, every ache you feel, you’ll remember exactly who you belong to."

"Connor," she whispers again, softer now, body leaning helplessly into mine. "Please."

I turn her head toward me, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss as she braces herself again, breathing heavily against my lips. "Tell me exactly what you want, Cali."

"You," she moans instantly, yet softly, a little desperate, her voice trembling with need. "Inside me. Now. "

Her plea snaps something primal inside me, shredding every remaining thread of restraint. I grip her hips, lining myself up, my voice rough and possessive as I whisper against her skin. "You're going to remember this every single second you're at work tomorrow."

I grip my cock, sliding it slowly between her folds, teasing her clit, then pressing lightly against her entrance. Her hips jerk back instantly, a desperate whimper slipping from her lips, her palms pressed flat against the marble countertop to brace herself.

"Connor, please," Cali moans, breathless and needy, her voice shaking as she tries to push back against me.

I lean forward, my mouth hovering against her ear, voice rough and low. "Tell me how bad you want it."

"Please," she gasps, thighs trembling as she presses back, trying to take me in. "I want you so bad. Just you."

My heart kicks violently in my chest, and with one sharp thrust, I sink deep inside her, burying every inch. Her gasp echoes through the kitchen, raw and perfect. My hand tightens on her hip, the other gripping the edge of the counter, bracing myself as her body clenches around me.

"Connor," she cries out softly, fingers curling desperately against the marble. "You feel perfect. Don't stop."

"I couldn't if I wanted to," I groan, gripping her hips tighter, pulling her back against me, matching each thrust with the soft, rhythmic slap of her body hitting the counter.

Her breathy moans and helpless whimpers mix perfectly with every sound, echoing off the high ceilings, filling the kitchen with a symphony of need that's better than any fantasy I've ever had.

Fuck, she feels incredible. Her pussy grips me perfectly, tightening with every movement, slick and hot and greedy.

Cali arches her back deeper, pushing onto me, giving me every inch of herself like she's as desperate as I am.

My hand slides beneath her, fingers circling her swollen clit again, teasing until she cries out, shaking beneath me.

"Connor—please," she begs, her voice shattering, raw with desperation. "I'm so close."

"Then come for me," I growl, leaning forward to bite the tender spot where her neck meets her shoulder, marking her again, claiming her. "Come all over my cock, Cali. Let me feel how fucking perfect you are."

She obeys instantly, tightening around me, body spasming, pulsing, and she moans so beautifully it nearly breaks me. My fingers don't stop, driving her higher, keeping her suspended on the edge as I fuck her through every wave of pleasure, watching her lose control completely.

Even after she comes, I don't ease up. She takes everything I give her, moaning louder, hips rolling, back arching, offering herself without reservation.

When her legs finally tremble, weak beneath her, I pull out, savoring the desperate whimper she makes at the loss.

My cock aches painfully, but I'm not finished yet.

I gently help her down from the counter, her legs shaky as I guide her onto her knees, right there in the middle of our kitchen, where I've imagined her countless times before. She sinks to the floor willingly, looking up at me, eyes glassy and full of pure, raw hunger.

"Lift your shirt," I order softly, voice ragged, fingers tangling gently in her hair. "Show me those perfect tits."

She obeys instantly, pulling her shirt over her breasts, baring herself fully, unashamed. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, lips parted, waiting eagerly for whatever comes next.

And when she parts her lips, leaning forward, ready to take me, I'm completely fucking hers .

I slide into her mouth, and her lips immediately close around me, tongue teasing gently at first before flattening along the underside of my cock. My breath hitches, my entire body going rigid as her eyes lock onto mine, dark and hungry, cheeks hollowing as she sucks me deeper.

Fuck, I'm not going to last long like this. I start to pull back, but Cali digs her nails into my ass, pulling me forward until she takes every inch down her throat. Pleasure shoots through me so sharply it’s painful, and my head drops back as a rough groan escapes my throat.

"Fuck, Cali," I pant, fingers tightening in her hair, surrendering control as she finds a rhythm that has my knees going weak.

Her moan vibrates around my cock, sending sparks racing down my spine, straight to my toes. My stomach clenches hard, and I barely manage to rasp, "Yes—fuck, just like that. Keep going, Angel. Earn it."

She increases her pace, mouth slick and warm, taking me deeper with every bob of her head.

When I look down, the sight nearly breaks me—her perfect tits bouncing softly, hips rolling in subtle rhythm, eyes fluttering shut in pure satisfaction.

It's too much, too fucking perfect. Pleasure snaps inside me like a live wire, and I grip her hair tighter, thrusting forward as I come hard down her throat, my entire body shaking violently.

My other hand grips the counter desperately, the marble the only thing keeping me upright.

Cali slowly slides her mouth off me, her lips soft and gentle, making sure I feel every last sensation. When she finally releases me, she swallows, eyes meeting mine, fierce and satisfied, like she's just claimed some vital part of me.

Without thinking, I grab her arms, pulling her upright and crashing my mouth onto hers, kissing her like she’s oxygen and I’ve been drowning my whole life.

She moans into the kiss, surprised at first, but then melts against me, arms wrapping around my neck.

My body pins hers to the counter again, possessive and demanding, making sure she knows exactly who she belongs to.

"No one else gets to have you like this," I growl between desperate kisses.

"Of course not," she whispers breathlessly. "I'm yours." Her fingers trail over my back, tracing scars no one else has ever touched—like they’re beautiful, like they don’t define me. Like I'm whole.

A low growl rumbles through my chest, and I lift her off the floor, her legs instantly wrapping around me. As I carry her toward the stairs, she gasps, eyes wide. "Connor, my clothes—"

"You won’t need them," I promise roughly, taking the stairs two at a time. "We’ll order dinner later."

Her laugh fades into a moan as I silence her again with my mouth, carrying her down the hall, fully intent on making good on every filthy promise.

If Cali wants a distraction, if she wants to lose herself, I'll make damn sure all she feels tonight is pleasure.

Every. Single. Second.