BY THE time I reached the clubhouse, I was a raging pile of hormones. I didn’t know anything about Sin. I didn’t know where he lived. I didn’t know how to get a hold of the guy. The contact number I had for him was through his construction company, and there was no way I could call it. But I needed his hands on me. His mouth on my skin. His fingers inside of me. His kiss. God, could he kiss! Every time his tongue grazed mine, my knees grew weaker. He was a man who knew how to please a woman. I should call him. I sound like a desperate, horny teenager.
I hated him. I hated what he did to me. But I hated even more that my body gave in. And I still didn’t know his damn name.
When Sin left me with my bare ass sticking up in the air, I had to hold back the urge to beg him to come back. To demand that he fuck me. To plead that he give me the orgasm I was desperate for. Never in my whole life had I experienced anything like him. I had been with a lot of guys because I was bored, but with Sin, I needed to be with him. My fingers clenched at my sides, itching to run them over his hard body. My tongue tingled, begging to lick over every ripple—every muscle.
My body ached from the lack of release. So fucking sore. And they say women couldn’t get blue balls. Ha.
Walking down the hallway to my room, I pulled the elastic out of my hair and ran my fingers through it. Massaging my scalp, I sighed in frustration.
I pushed the door open with my foot, pulling my dress up and over my head. Unclasping my bra, I stretched, letting the item fall from my hands. If Sin wouldn’t satisfy me—if he wouldn’t curb my craving—it would be a night filled with self-induced orgasms. It wouldn’t work; they never worked. They just made everything worse.
Massaging my temples, I turned to head to the bathroom when a dark, brooding man stood at my doorway.
My heart jumped in my chest, my core quivering at the sight of Sin. The light from the hall cast a shadow around him.
His nostrils flared, his gaze taking me in. “Fucking A.”
This would be it. A night filled with pure, hard fucking. I ran my hands up my middle, cupping my breasts. My fingers squeezed my nipples. I moaned, a sharp shiver blazing through my body.
Sin pulled off his leather jacket, followed by the white t-shirt underneath, and threw them on the chair in the corner of the room.
My mouth watered at the sight before me. Hard muscles rippled over bones. His chest flexed with his movements. Deliriously-delicious abs twitched as he strode toward me. The heft between his legs pulsed, promising me a night filled with pleasure.
“Tell me you want me,” he growled, unbuckling his belt and kicked the door closed behind him. “Tell me how wet you are for me.”
“Why don’t you come here and feel how wet I am?” I slid a hand down the length of my body, pushing it between the folds of my pussy. A gasp escaped my lips, my clit swelling under my touch.
“Fuck,” he hissed, closing the distance between us. He grabbed my hand, inserting my finger into his mouth and licked my arousal off of it. “I will be the one to make you come.”
“If you don’t make me come soon, I will do it myself.” I grazed my hands down his chest, a small whimper escaping me at how incredible he was.
He spun me, slamming me up against the wall and gripped my hair in one hand. “Threatening me will not make you come any faster, little girl.” A zipper lowered, sending a shiver down my spine. “Can you feel how hard I am?” he bit out, resting his heavy cock against my ass. “Can you feel how much my body wants you?”
“Show me,” I breathed, pushing back into him.
The sound of a foil package opening erupted through the room. Sin pulled my head back at the same time he thrust into my body.
I gasped, my body clenching down around him.
“Look at me, beautiful girl.” He pulled out. It was slow and torturous before he slid back in. “Look at me when you come on my dick,” he snarled, pushing further into me. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me against him as he pumped slow and deep inside my body.
A breath left me on a whoosh, his cock reaching past the barrier of comfortable. He was huge. Larger than any man I had ever been with. He stretched me, each thrust forcing the coil of pent-up frustration to wind tighter. Tears welled in my eyes at the slight sting, but the pain soon burned into a roar of pleasure.
He gripped my throat, his hips picking up speed. “Ask me for permission to come.”
“No,” I cried out, slapping my hands against the wall. I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I couldn’t resist the urge to hear him demand things of me. I wasn’t used to it, but from him, I craved it.
“Ask, damn it,” he demanded, pounding into me with a fervor I had never felt before.
“God, harder,” I shouted, slamming my ass back against his pelvis. It was rough. Bruising. It was animalistic as he took the pleasure from my body.
“That’s it,” he breathed against my neck. “Show me how much you want me. Fuck, your cunt is greedy for me.”
His words turned me on, spreading warmth through my body. “Harder!” I swallowed a gasp, stars filling my vision.
“Beg me, Jay,” he bellowed, leaning his hand on the wall for support.
“Let me come. Please, let me come!” I screamed.
“Fucking come for me. Open your sweet body,” he yelled, bending me over and digging his fingers into my hips. His balls slapped against my clit, his dick reaching that bundle of nerves that was desperate and wanted to explode. “Come. Now!”
At that point, I broke. The release shattered through me. It was so hard, I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t make a sound as his cock forced a second orgasm out of me.
“Keep coming for me, Jay.” His hand grazed down my spine before landing a hard swat on my ass.
My heart beat against my ribcage, the blood pounding in my ears. And then I screamed.
He grunted in satisfaction, his thrusts prolonging the orgasm. His hips slowed to a stop. Pulling me to an upright position, he held me against him. “Do you want more?” he asked, kissing my cheek and cupping my throat.
I nodded, holding his arm. He was still inside me, hard and throbbing. I breathed through the onslaught of pleasure brewing somewhere in the pit of my core.
He slid from my body and took off the rest of his clothes. “Bend over the edge of the bed.”
I never gave in to demands, but at that point, he could tell me to do anything and I would have. I did as he said, gripping the blanket tight in my hands.
A hard body loomed over mine. “So beautiful,” he whispered, brushing my hair off my neck. “Do you know how difficult it was for me not to fucking rip open your body at the gallery? I’ve had a raging hard-on for this sweet pussy since the first day I met you.”
I grinned, turning onto my back. His dick stood at attention. Hard and erect. Full and mine. I cleared my throat. “I knew you couldn’t resist me,” I said, pulling myself up higher on the bed.
He grabbed my feet, spinning back onto my stomach. “I think it’s the other way around.” He spread my legs, crawling between my knees. “Your pussy is hungry for me. Two orgasms didn’t satisfy you? What have these fuckers been doing to you all this time?”
“Nothing that two hands can’t cure.” I moaned when he thrust two fingers back into my body.
“Well, princess,” he breathed against my neck, rubbing his thumb against the tight spot at my rear. “I’m going to show you exactly what I can do. Think this pretty little ass can handle me?”
I swallowed several times.
He replaced his thumb with his wet fingers, lubricating a piece of me that had never been touched before. “I’ll be gentle, baby.”
“Yeah. Right,” I scoffed. “There’s nothing gentle about you.”
Sin wrapped his hand in my hair, rubbing the tip of him between my ass cheeks. “You don’t want me to be gentle. Do you?”
“No,” I blurted before I could catch myself. Fuck.
“Hold on, Jay.” His teeth nipped at my neck, raining tiny bites along my shoulder blades. “I’m going to rip your body open.”
***
I woke sometime during the night with a heavy arm draped over me. My body hurt in places I never knew could hurt. I was sore from the multiple times Sin had used me during the night. And sticky from the several releases he had given me. God, he was amazing. He was captivating. Dark and mysterious. A story hid behind his eyes and I found myself wanting to break his walls down.
He stirred beside me, rubbing his face into the crook of my neck. I had never spent the night with a man and been thankful for it. I never knew what it was like to have a man in my bed who I wanted to be there. Who I wanted to spend another night with. Who I craved.
Rolling onto my side, my eyes popped open. We were in my bed. No man had ever been in my bed. Shit. I was too tired to do anything about it. Already I had broken a rule because of this man. This mind-blowing, hot-as-hell man who could give me orgasms just from his words.
Sin pulled the blankets higher up my body before tightening his hold around my waist. His large hand cupped my breast, his thumb brushing back and forth over my pierced nipple. It wasn’t meant to turn me on. It felt possessive, like an owning. But it wasn’t possible. Not yet. Not when we didn’t know each other.
I sighed, snuggling into him. My ass brushed against his semi-hard cock, my core quivering. It clenched, a slight pain erupting through me at the many times his body had filled mine. I could remember every inch of him. I could still feel the rigid length inside of me. Every single inch of me.
My throat burned, remembering the rough way he had fucked my mouth.
“On your knees, girl.”
Fuck me. His words. Sin dominated me in ways I had fantasized about for years. He took me to new heights, new pleasures, showing me that my body enjoyed everything he could give it. He made me feel desired, like I was the most precious treasure he ever had the pleasure of gazing his eyes upon.
I lowered to my knees, licking my lips as he held his dick in his large hand.
“Open. I’m going to fuck your throat.” His eyes darkened with mischief. “Think you can handle it?”
Oh, I knew I could.
And I did. Over and over again. He had choked me, telling me after that he would train me to deep throat him without gagging. I looked forward to it.
My stomach twisted. Rules, Jay.
Yeah, I was so screwed. He knew it. I knew it. But I would never admit it. One time with him and I was breaking. I became weak when he was around. My control slipped just from one of his dark stares.
“Jay.” Sin shifted beside me, throwing his leg over mine. “Sleep, baby.”
I was antsy, not happy with myself that I let him into my bed. Fuck the rules. I reached between us, grabbing onto his length.
“Tell me,” he demanded, thrusting his hips with the movements of my hand.
“Tell me your name first,” I demanded, keeping a firm hold on his cock.
He chuckled.
The deep gravel of his voice rumbled through me, vibrating through my bones. “Tell me.”
“Angel.” He pushed my knee up to my chest, lining his body up with mine. “My name is Angel Rodriguez.” His hand wrapped around my throat. “Now scream it.”