Sins of the Father by Evelyn Glass Page A

is—something else, princess, something—” his teeth clenched, and he panted, hard and fast, his cock twitching against his stomach as he fought to hold out. She went still against him, because she wasn’t ready to be done either, but when some of the tension flooded out of him, she began to move again. “Aching,” he muttered, his head tossing. “Aching for you. Baby, Jesus, Zoey, princess, oh god—”
     
    She wrapped her free hand around his cock, and thrust into him as she stroked his length, keeping that slow, steady rhythm. It was enough to drive him over the edge within moments, crying out as he spurted over her hand and his stomach.
     
    She heard the words in the cries, the soft three words he muttered as he descended back to earth. She wasn’t sure he even heard them, so she didn’t say anything back. She wasn’t sure she could have said it back, even if he had been fully aware of what was happening.
     
    She glanced to the side, wanting to find control of her emotions before he saw her confusion, just in case. She found herself staring into that full length mirror, seeing herself between his legs, buried in him as he relaxed through the last of his orgasm, his body speared through with hers. Her eyes went wide at it, shocked and delighted at what she saw.
     
    She turned back to him, pulling the toy free. She stepped out of the harness, letting it fall to the floor, her pussy whimpering slightly at the loss of the sensation. She stretched out next to him, sighing with quiet delight as he gathered her up. “I promised to fuck you,” he said, his voice hoarse from all his noise.
     
    “You did,” she said, ignoring the need still filling her. “That was—moderately incredible, yes. I’m going with that.”
     
    He chuckled and rolled into her, his lips closing almost delicately around her nipple. “You can do better than that,” he murmured around her flesh, and she clenched again. “Tell me what you want. My tongue, my fingers? Want to wait until I recover and have me fuck you again? Want me to get a toy and do you now?”
     
    “I’m not sure—”
     
    He kissed a line down her body, his teeth tracing her skin. “How about this,” he said. He sat up, pulling her with him, until they were up at the headboard of the bed. He placed her hands, one at a time, on the headboard, then settled behind her. He pulled her hips back until her ass rested on his upper thighs, her own thighs spread. And then his fingers slipped into her inner lips, finding her clit, and began to swirl.
     
    She was sopping wet, and her head fell back onto his shoulder as she gasped in happy delight at the ecstasy that turned circles within her. He murmured into her ear, calling her princess, telling her how sexy she’d looked while she fucked him, how hot and amazing and gorgeous and powerful as she’d throbbed into him. She let go of the headboard to reach back and caress his neck, and he slapped her hand hard enough to sting. “Move again and I’ll tie you down,” he said, his voice flipping from erotic to sharp in one beat of her heart.
     
    It was what tipped her over the edge. Even as he snapped at her, the skillful motion of his fingers didn’t stop, and she spiraled out her hips bucking and her back arching as she spasmed, clamping her teeth together to stop herself from screaming.
     
    He dragged every drop of excitement out of her, and she sagged into his arms, tired and swollen and sore and suddenly incredibly, thoroughly relaxed. He tapped her hands gently with his fingertips; she hadn’t even realized she was still clutching at the headboard until she let her fingers relax.
     
    “How is it,” he whispered in her ear as he cradled her against him, “That every bit of you I get just makes me want more?”
     
    “Not sure,” she murmured back. “But the feeling is mutual.”
     
    They were quiet for a while. She lay quietly in his arms, and felt that she was holding him as much as he was holding