His Secret Sin Read online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
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“Pizza.”

“I’ll call now.”

She ran her fingers over the counter. It was granite, and she smiled. She wondered if he cooked.

“Pizza is on the way.”

“Do you cook?”

“Not even a little bit.”

“Not even toast?”

“Nothing. I don’t cook.”

“Make coffee?” she asked.

“Nothing.”

She felt how close he was. Reaching out, she touched him. He’d removed his jacket, but he still wore his shirt.

“White or black?”

“I always wear white shirts.”

“A tie?”

“Rarely.”

She slid her hand up his chest, touching the few open buttons. Again, she smiled, loving that about him. She began to open a few buttons, exposing his flesh. She pressed her lips against his skin, kissing him.

He ran his hands down her back, gripping her ass.

She tugged his shirt out of his pants, touching him. Stroking his flesh, she noticed a few old scars across his body.

“Were you in an accident?” she asked.

She felt him tense just a little beneath her touch, and she frowned. Why would he be tense?

“Yes.”

“What’s going on, Diego?”

“It’s nothing. I was in a couple of fights when I was younger.”

“Bad fights?”

“I wasn’t a good boy, Belle.”

“You weren’t?”

“No, I was a bad boy.”

She giggled as he growled out the “boy.” Running her hands up his chest, she pushed the shirt from his body.

“I think I like that. My own little bad boy.” She kissed down to his nipple, flicking the tip, and sliding her tongue across his chest, to his other one.

He let out a groan, and she wanted him again. He’d fucked her every single night that week, and each time was better than the last. Each second she spent with him seemed more magical than the last. They had both formed this kind of bubble around themselves, and she didn’t want it to disappear or fade away.

As she kissed down his body, he didn’t try to stop her. Whenever she had gone for his belt before, he always tried to stop her. Not this time.

She unbuckled his belt, waiting for the moment he’d tell her to stop. She didn’t want to stop, and as he let her keep going, excitement built inside her.

“You know you’re playing dangerously here?” he asked.

“I want to play with you, Diego.” She kissed just above his brief line. She felt the edge of the fabric against her chin. “And I think you want me to play as well.”

She pulled his boxer briefs down, and he took hold of her hand, wrapping it around his length.

“How about we spice things up a bit?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Pizza is on its way. The time is ticking.”

She smiled, working his length up and down, just the way he’d taught her. There was something incredibly sinful and dirty about having an older man teach her naughty things.

“I want you to make me come before that doorbell rings.”

“I’ve never done this before,” she said.

“Then let’s see how well you do.”

She gasped as he wrapped her hair around his fist, holding the length tight. Pressing her lips to the end of his cock, she felt him slick with pre-cum, and she teased him, licking him before taking the entire head into her mouth. Sucking him to the back of her throat, she pulled off until only the head remained before sliding back inside and moaning around his length. He tasted incredible, a little on the salty side, and she loved how hard yet soft he was. With each bob of her head, his grip seemed to tighten. It was at the point of the pain being a little more than she could handle, but she loved it. Her nipples felt so hard and her pussy wet with her juices.

She wanted this more than anything.

“Fuck, that feels good.”

He thrust in her mouth, and she released his cock to grip his thighs, holding herself up, taking as much of him as she could. She wished she could see him, watching him come apart. Instead, she listened, hearing his deep breaths, turning into pants. His cock seemed to get harder in her mouth, and saliva dripped down her chin. Diego held her head, rocking into her mouth.

She loved the possession as he held her, the control he exerted even when she was the one with his cock in her mouth.

She didn’t succeed in making him come as the doorbell rang, interrupting them.

“Fuck!”

She pulled off his length, wiping the excess saliva with the back of her hand. “I failed.”

He cupped her face. “You didn’t fail, not even a little bit.” He kissed her lips. “Stay here. Do you mind cold pizza?”

“Not at all.”

“I’ll be back, and we’ll finish this.”

She stayed perfectly still, trying to hear for when he came back. Anticipation ate away at her, but she stayed in position, waiting.

When he came back, she sensed … something.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I’ve got to head out.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Erm, I’ve got a few errands to run.”


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