Page 96 of Heartless Sinner

Her breathless moans filled the room as she writhed under me.

There we go, princess.

I curled my fingers, searching for the spot that’d make her forget she was supposed to hate me.

Since tonight’s theme was marking her, I lowered my mouth to her inner thigh and sucked hard enough to leave another mark. Then did the same on the opposite side.

Mine. Mine. Fucking mine.

She desperately moaned when I dragged my tongue up her center. I gathered saliva in my mouth before letting it drip into her pussy. If it bothered her, she didn’t voice it.

She only lifted her hips, feeding her pussy more to me.

I looked up her body—and there it fucking was again.

His fucking mark.

I slapped her pussy hard.

She whimpered and rocked closer.

“Yeah, that’s right, baby.”

I went back to tasting her, lapping up her juices with my spit. The blend of us together was fucking delicious.

I added another finger until my knuckles nearly disappeared inside her. Her knees started trembling around my head as a shaky moan left her.

There you are.

I was about to become good fucking friends with that G-spot.

She begged for more as I kept at that spot. Her hips became fucking ruthless, grinding against my face like she planned to suffocate me between her thighs.

There are worse ways to die.

Right before she came all over my face and fingers, I stopped, leaving my fingers buried inside her.

Lifting on her elbows, she glared down at me, breathing hard, but the stubborn shit that she was, she refused to ask why I’d stopped.

“Tell me who did that to you, and I’ll make you come.” I played with her clit.

“Make me come first, and then I’ll tell you.”

I chuckled. “Nice try. I don’t trust you.”

“I don’t trust you either,” she said around a raspy breath.

“You don’t trust the guy with half his hand in your pussy? The one holding your orgasm hostage? If you want me to make you cum, you better spit it out.”

“I did it myself.” She rocked against my fingers, deciding she didn’t need my help to get what she wanted.

I pressed her flat against the mattress to stop that. “You gave yourself a hickey on your neck?”

She nodded. “I used a vacuum cleaner hose.”

“Nice try. I doubt you even know how to work a vacuum.”

“Rude,” she huffed, not bothering to dispute it as she fought against my hold. A devious smirk played at her lips. “You really don’t want to get me off right now?”