Page 23 of Sinners Reunion

“If you don’t come, I’ll give you my blessing to shack up with Blayne. You can become his problem.”

“Yes, call me a problem, daddy,” she moans. “That really turns me on.”

“Or you can stay right where you are.” I shrug. “And you’re already turned on. You’re always on.”

She nibbles her lip. “If I don’t get off, you’ll really let me out of these cuffs? No take backs?”

“I never renege on a bet, my beauty.”

She doesn’t ask me to stop calling her that this time. She almost seems to soften in front of my eyes. Her sharp angles lose their edges as I gain the upper hand. She sucks in a deep breath and grits her teeth.

“Fine. Give it your best shot, Captain Cocksure.”

With her permission, I step closer to the bed. My hands land on her hips, and I lower her shorts. I hate how my dick hardens.

Down, boy. This isn’t for us.

“Damn, no foreplay?” She moves her legs to help me undress her lower half. Then she looks up at the cuffs. “I won’t have much wiggle room for riding you.”

I nearly wince from pain as my cock throbs to the memory of her on top of me. The way her breasts hung so near my lips, her pink nipples begging for my mouth. The sounds she made.

Fuck, this will be harder than I thought.

I planned to pleasure her and her alone, not only this time, but whenever a situation such as this might arise. If I deny myself, I lessen the risk of wanting more.

“You won’t be riding me,” I say.

“Oral?” she squeals. “That’s no fair! You didn’t say oral!”

I grin and toss her shorts to the floor. “The devil’s in the details, my dear, and you’ve already agreed.”

I pull off my suit jacket, fold it neatly, and drape it over the chair across from the kitchenette. As I roll up my shirt sleeves, I practically see a line of drool form at the corner of her lips.

“It’s fine,” she whispers. “This is fine. I still won’t come.”

With a grunt, I get on my back and slide beneath her. This position puts her pussy at the perfect height, and I grip her ass and bring her toward my mouth. Heat melds with my tongue, and that first taste of her nearly has my eyes rolling.

She’s heavenly, my god.

Despite talking a big game, she’s already moaning after the third swipe of my tongue. I bring my arms around her thighs and squeeze her thick ass as I lap her pleasure. The girl is a mess, and I’ve just begun.

Ten minutes?

Puh. I could have her shaking in five.

“This really isn’t fair,” she says through a moan. “You were always good with your mouth.”

I find her clit with the tip of my tongue and give it a few flicks. She rewards me by grinding against my chin.

Yes, drown me, my beauty. Suffocate me with your sweetness.

“Three minutes down, seven to go,” she says through gritted teeth. The poor girl is fighting this with all she has, but I won’t be beaten. Not today.

There’s a knock at the RV door, but I ignore it. I can only hope it doesn’t throw her off. That would be terrible. But as luck would have it, her body betrays her, desiring what will become her demise. She grinds a little harder, wanting sweet release far more than she wants to win.

The knocking moves to the little window beside the bed. “King? There is caca all over the floor of my bus, and I’m too embarrassed to have anyone else deal with it.”

“Sounds like you need to take care of that,” she whispers.