Sinner's Creed (Sinner's Creed #1)(44)

“Will you let me help you change this place up a little?” I don’t know what she means by change, but I like the word when it refers to this house.

Before I can respond, she is telling me all the ideas she has. “Just cleaning it up and painting it will make a world of difference. We can even get new furniture. And I’d love to cook you dinner.”

She looks at me, her eyes wide and pleading. “Please? It will give me something to do.”

I have plenty she can do and it doesn’t involve cleaning or painting. It consists of my cock and all the places she can put it. I don’t give a f*ck about the house. If she wanted to burn it, paint it, or blow the motherf*cker up, I’d let her. If it made her happy.

“I have somewhere I need to go today. I won’t be back till late, but there’s a truck out back. You can do what you want.” I’m not happy about Saylor spending her time cleaning and doing shit for a place I don’t care for, and she knows it.

“I like it here. I’d like to come back or stay a little longer if you will let me.” I look around, surprised at her admission.

“Here?” My bewilderment amuses her.

“Yes. Here. It’s quiet. And it’s just us.” I like it being just us. I like the quiet. I like that she likes this place.

“We can stay until I have to go on another run. And you can come back anytime you want.” She likes my answer.

“Thank you, Dirk.” My name rolls off her tongue and instantly hardens me. “Kiss me,” she demands, in a whisper.

I kiss her slow, working her mouth with my tongue. I grab her hips, pulling her closer to me until my cock is centered between her legs. She breaks the kiss, unlocking her legs and sliding down my body until she is on her knees in front of me. “I want to taste you.” Motherf*ck me. My cock is in Saylor’s hands. My fingers are in her hair and when she takes me all the way in her mouth, my knees go weak.

I gently guide her head, looking down at her while she looks up at me. Her eyes are wide and watery, her moans are loud and desperate and her mouth is filled with cock. My cock. The sight of her is as big of a turn-on as the feeling of being inside her. I tighten my grip on her hair and pull her head back until she reluctantly releases me.

“You’re f*cking perfect,” I tell her, fighting the urge to come by just seeing her like this. The hunger in her eyes almost makes me want to let her continue, but she deserves more. “I want to f*ck you.” She whimpers at my words.

“Please,” she begs and I feel my cock twitch. I lift her from the floor and wrap her legs around my waist, carrying her into the living room. I eye the couch, then change my mind and take her to the deflated mattress on the floor.

I look down at her while I take off my jeans and watch as she pulls her shirt over her head and lays back. Wearing nothing but a pair of satin panties that are soaking wet. For me.

I’m naked, on my knees and inside her before I can stop myself. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to tease her. I wanted to take my time. But what she wants always overrules what I want. I f*ck her hard because I know it’s what she wants. She is screaming for more and I’m giving her all I’ve got. I push her legs up until her ankles are at her ears and watch as her eyes roll back in her head when I hit deeper than I ever have.

“Too much,” she manages and I can’t help my smirk. I let her legs down and fall between them, taking her mouth with mine and giving her slow, measured strokes that fall short of that sweet spot she loves, and don’t reach too deep.

“Not enough,” she says into my mouth. I ignore her, f*cking her just enough to keep her wanting more. She is trying to pull me deeper. She is begging me to give it to her harder, but the torture will be worth it when I do finally let her come.

“You want on top?” I ask her, knowing what she is going to say.

“Yes!” Her answer is a half sob, half scream, and I know when I flip us she is going to f*ck me half to death. I roll to my side, pulling her on top of me. When she sits up, her eyes close when I sink all the way inside her.

“Oh, f*ck,” she whispers, and then she starts to move. Ten seconds in and I’m fighting to keep from losing it. Just when I think I can’t hold out, she stops. Her eyes are closed but there is a hint of a smile on her face. I jerk every time her * squeezes me, and I want to scream at her because she knows good and f*cking well what she’s doing.

“Saylor,” I say in frustration. I’ve never had a woman control me like this and I’m not going to start now.

“Is it too much?” she asks, her eyes still closed, but her face breaks out into a smile.

“You know I can force you,” I warn her, feeling my hands twitch to grab her waist and move her myself.

“But you won’t.” And she’s right. “I think we should stop now and then later we will want it more.” No f*cking way.

“Move, baby, or I’ll move you.” Orgasm denial is a powerful thing. And I’m not f*cking into it. At least not when it’s me that’s being denied. Her eyes open to that sexy half-mast that has my cock jumping inside her.

“You don’t play fair,” she says, but it’s breathy and I know she wants me to f*ck her as bad as I want to. I grab her ass and lift her, and she doesn’t fight it. I raise my hips to meet her and watch as she plays with her tits—alternating pinching her nipples and palming them with her hands. Her body stiffens and she’s coming around me.