Page 12 of Sapphire

His fingers slide into my pussy, and I scrape my nails down his back. Sin fucks me with them until I’m begging for his dick, and he dutifully delivers. I’m a mess as he lines up and thrusts inside me. My eyes snap open, and I jolt when Sin seats himself deep inside me.

“Holy fuck,” I cry.

“Told ya you could take it.”

“Why don’t you just barge on in there?” I gasp—his girth is a lot.

“I warned you I wouldn’t be takin’ it easy. Plus, you did plead for it.” He pulls out, then thrusts back in. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

He does it again, and again, and again. I run my palms up his chest; the slight smattering of hair is almost lost because of his tattoos. His scent envelops me, and I fall deeper under his spell. Sin fucks me good and proper, just like he promised.

Soon, we’re a tangle of hands, thrusts, and moans. This man’s cock is so damn perfect, and the way he rolls his hips… It sends me into a frenzy. This time when my orgasm hits, I don’t close my eyes. I keep them on his. Sin’s gaze is intense as he watches me fall apart.

He’s all serious now, his smirk long gone as he keeps at it.

“Sin!” I moan. “I’m coming, I’m coming so hard…”

I see stars, my body convulsing, then Sin flips us suddenly. I barely hang on for dear life as he grabs my hips. “Ride me,” he commands. “Ride your cock, baby.”

He’s right about one thing: it is mine.

I scramble to sit upright, ready and willing to feel him from this angle. He cups my tits, pulling on my nipples, as I tip my head back and moan. I rock my hips. His girth is like a fucking truck, but he’s right; I can take it. Okay, it may have been a while, but now I understand the term “ruining you for all other men.” This is what it looks like.

The moans leaving my lips are feral, and when he bounces me, I lose all cohesive thought.

“You bastard,” I groan.

His eyes flick up from where we’re joined. One eyebrow lifts. “Why?”

“Being so fucking good at this.”

“Worried you won’t be able to stop?”

“You’re the one addicted to me, remember? Don’t try to hide it.”

“I’m not.”

His words ring in my ears, but now isn’t the time to comprehend any of that. Now is the time to let go.

He sits up, holding my face with both hands as I lean in to kiss him. Our tongues collide, the passion between us can’t be denied. When he breaks the kiss, he grips my hips harder. He slams me down as we fuck in a frenzy. “So close,” he says. “So close, baby.”

His words are enough to send me over the edge, my fingernails scratching his shoulders. Damn, I’m tearing this man up tonight. He follows suit, shouting my name as he stills and empties into the condom.

We cling to each other like long-lost lovers—something we’re clearly not—and I try to slow my breathing.

“That was—Holy shit,” I garble.

“Bein’ in bed with me is like a full-body workout.” He grins broadly. “And that was just round one.”

My eyes widen. “You’re not kidding, are you?”

“Nope.”

“So, you’re a sex maniac?”

He laughs, kissing me gently. “I’d hardly say I’m a sex maniac, but you could become my new obsession.”

I don’t think I should tell him about him being mine and how I’ve stalked him in the past. Well, if you consider me spying on him stalking—that seems a little harsh. I was checking up on him, that’s all. Because someone has to take care of him.