Page 130 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
“I’d like you pliant and meek right now,” he offers up, dropping his mouth to my breast and covering my nipple. His tongue swirls around it, drawing the fire of his touch into me, and then sending it straight down to my core. It pools there, all of that want and heat. It sits heavily between my thighs as he traces his fingertips down my rib cage on either side.
Sin continues to move his lips down, shoving my legs apart when I try to resist. His tongue is hot and wild as it captures the hardened bud at the apex of my sex. He sucks gently, alternating the sensation with more flicks of his tongue, making me strain against the stupid goddamn handcuffs.
“I love it when you come,” he breathes, licking down the length of my folds to my opening. “I love the feel of forcing myself inside when you’re in the middle of it.”
My natural instinct is to protest, but I can’t talk, not with the way his mouth is moving over me, tasting me. His touches are so gentle until … they’re not. Sin bites me hard on my inner thigh and shoves two fingers into me at the same time.
The sudden shift in rhythm and sensation makes me cry out, bucking against him as another climax threatens. It’s impossible to resist when he takes my tender clit between his teeth and nibbles it. My pelvis lifts up, slamming into his face as I come hard, pulling my wrists against the handcuffs so desperately that they chafe, they hurt.
And I like it. I like the pain on my wrists juxtaposed against the softness of Sin’s mouth.
As promised, he slides up along the length of my body, reaching between us to guide himself to my core. With my muscles still fluttering and squeezing, he slips inside. Unlike last time, he goes much slower, inch by inch, so that by the time he’s fully settled inside of me, I can remember how to breathe again.
“Look at me, Gidge,” Sin commands, taking my face between his hands. He’s lucky that I’m tied down or else I’d push him away. Since I can’t do that, I close my eyes. “Gidge.”
“Colton.”
He stays right where he is, still and warm and heavy. I wrap my legs around him and rock my hips, but he reaches down with his left hand and squeezes my pelvic bone, pushing me into the mattress.
“No. Look at me. I’m not moving until you do.”
I force my eyes open so that I can glare at him. He’s hard to see in this light, but unfortunately, there’s just enough of a fire going that his eyes practically glow. He’s staring at me, into me, delving down into my soul.
“Fuck,” Sin murmurs, cupping my face as I cringe away from him. “You’re really willing to be mine, aren’t you?”
“You’re really willing to push me to the edge,” I grind out. If he’d wanted to tie me up, spank me, gag me, get rough, I could handle that. This? What the hell is this? I almost wish I’d asked for a safety word. “You better not have used these handcuffs with other girls.”
The jibe doesn’t work. He just smirks at me, the expression limned in firelight.
“Those are work-related handcuffs, so no. I haven’t. Nice try though.”
Sin covers my mouth with his, kissing me until I’m boneless, breathless, broken. He makes me feel broken with his touch, his love, because it isn’t something I ever really believed I could have.
“Look at me,” he repeats, and this time, I do.
I look at him as he starts to move inside of me, deep and slow, staring into my eyes, marking this moment in time. Just like I wanted. I could not forget this if I tried.
Colton’s hands are worshipful, his mouth a blessing, but his cock is a sin. I love that, the length and width of it stretching me, bringing me dirty pleasure even as he nuzzles against me, licks my throat, tastes my mouth.
He had said his shift was over, that Beast would be here soon.
If so, the man must be perceptive as hell because he doesn’t interrupt us.
Instead, I spend nearly a full hour handcuffed and grinding against Sin before he releases me. The handcuffs come off of one wrist but remain dangling off the other as I lock my arms around his neck, holding him close to me as he works us both toward another climax.
Three in one night.
Holy shit. He’s the king of this.
He comes inside of me with a deep, satisfied groan, something so strong, so primal, that it gives me chills. He’s giving himself to me with this orgasm, committing to me, sacrificing his own wants—to have a girl all of his own—to give me what I need.
His hand comes between us, stroking my clit, dragging blissful agony from me before I finally lose it again, third orgasm in a row. When I come, I come hard, shaking and clawing at him, pulling him as close to me as I can get, until we’re both panting and sweating all over each other.
