Sinners are Winners

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  At least not now.

  I wanted to be inside of her…but for now, I’d allow her to have a little bit of fun.

  She leaned forward and captured the tip of my cock with her mouth, swirling just her tongue around the head a few times before looking up at me and grinning.

  I wasn’t sure what she saw when she looked at me. I knew how I felt seeing her eyes on me. A combination of awe, pleasure and deep-seated amazement. Her face when she gazed at me made my heart stutter.

  “Fuck,” I said. “Lick it again.”

  She grinned as she did as I asked, poking her little pink tongue out and catching a bead of pre-cum off the very tip.

  My eyes went hooded as I watched.

  “Suck it.”

  Her mouth tilted up at the corners and her eyes crinkled as she tried to hide a smile.

  The little devil’s mouth opened slightly, and soon she was covering the head with her mouth, being super careful only to take just the tip.

  “Saylor,” I growled, unable to stop the storm that was raging inside of me. “Stop teasing.”

  Her mouth stopped and soon she was swirling her tongue around the engorged head as if she was licking a goddamn sucker.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to look at her.

  When I looked at her, saw her mouth on me? It did things inside of me that no other woman had been able to touch.

  It was unsettling…and damn near debilitating.

  I wanted to fuck her mouth. I wanted to shove my cock in so deep that I choked her with it.

  I wanted to come so deep into her throat that she couldn’t even taste me on her tongue.

  Her teasing tongue suddenly stopped swirling, then I felt like I’d been sucked straight into a vacuum.

  I grunted and my eyes flew open, my gaze going straight to hers as I tried not to come down her throat.

  “Fuck,” I growled. “Jesus Christ, you’re good at that.”

  Her eyes went heavy-lidded.

  And I couldn’t help myself.

  I had to curve my hand around her throat, cup her jaw with my other hand, and guide her.

  “Suck me down,” I urged.

  She came off of me instead, and I had to stall the urge to yank her right back down and shove in so deep that she gagged.

  “You’re not following directions really well,” I panted, unable to control myself.

  Her lips curved into a large smile, then she licked her lips.

  “Yeah, I’ve been told that all my life,” she whispered, her eyes now on my cock. “All I ever heard was ‘she’s a wild one.’”

  Whoever said that about her was goddamn right.

  She was a wild one.

  And I liked it.

  “There’s just so much of you,” she said, her hand coming up to cup my balls in the most delicate of touches. “I want to suck you down, but there’s no way that I’ll be able to get even half of your cock inside of my mouth.” She paused and squeezed my balls tighter before reaching up with her opposite hand and latching on to the base of my cock. “Then I think, ‘well, maybe I’ll just put my hand right here. Jack him off while I suck the top part.’” She twirled my balls and squeezed my cock tighter. “But then I think about that poor, neglected middle part.” She moved her hand up higher, this time stopping halfway between the top of my cock and the base of me. “I don’t want your cock to feel like I didn’t pay attention to every single part of it.”

  My eyes nearly rolled back in my head when she bent down and sucked one of my testicles into her mouth.

  I’d never really had anyone pay attention to my balls before.

  Sure, they’d cupped them before. But licked them?

  Yeah, that was a no.

  Then she moved to the other testicle, and I couldn’t help but grab my cock and squeeze it as I held it out of the way.

  I wanted to watch her work.

  But she hadn’t moved her hand, so with mine over hers, I started to jack it like I liked it, showing her as well as telling her how I wanted it.

  Her eyes gleamed as she licked the seam between my balls.

  My abs tightened.

  “Maybe you can help me then,” she said, eyes hot with passion.

  “Maybe,” I croaked.

  Her hand stayed on my balls as she put her hand back on the base of my cock.

  When I went to remove my hand, she shook her head. “No.”

  I frowned.

  “Keep it there, right above mine,” she whispered.

  So I did.

  And then she sucked the top of my cock into her mouth and started working me.

  My hand fell into rhythm with hers, and I couldn’t focus.

  Not with her hand on my balls, on the base of my cock, and her mouth on the tip.

  There were just too many things to focus on, and even my own goddamn hand felt better than it ever had before.

  I was nearly seeing double when I realized that I had my free hand in her hair, guiding her. Urging her on faster.

  But I couldn’t stop myself.

  Things just felt way too good for me to stop now.

  I had to come down her throat.

  I had to see my release in her mouth.

  Had to.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come in your mouth,” I growled.

  Her eyes met mine from where she continued to suck me.

  “You want that?” I asked.

  She sucked harder.

  I was taking that as a goddamn yes.

  She started to squeeze me harder, her hands on my balls tugging instead of rolling them.

  Then that sweet little tongue flicked the tip of me, poking into the hole, and I was lost.

  She pulled away slightly when she felt me start to go, not all the way, but enough that I could now see her open mouth around my cock as she continued to work me with her hand. With my own.

  I came hard then, shooting myself down her throat. On her tongue. On her lips.

  All the while her eyes stayed locked with mine.

  It was the hottest thing that I’d ever felt in my life.

  Panting and unable to keep my footing, I went down onto the ground, pulling her into my body.

  Her bare breasts pressed against my heaving chest, and I took a few long seconds before I said, “Goddamn.”

  She pressed a kiss to my chest, right between my pecs, and began to get up.

  “Where are you going?” I asked, tightening my hold.

  “I was going to put my bra…” She hesitated when she saw the heat in my eyes.

  “That was only round one, sugar,” I said. “By the time I’m done between your legs and my hunger for you is sated, I’ll be ready for round two.”

  “What are you…”

  She squeaked when I practically ripped her pants off of her legs.

  They stuck awkwardly around her ankles due to the wetness and her shoes, but I eventually succeeded in getting her free.

  Then I was tearing her panties down her legs much the same way I’d done her pants moments before.

  “What on Earth…” She laughed as she rolled with me.

  She was now on top of me, straddling my chest with her thighs.

  “Come up here,” I ordered, patting her bare ass with my hands and pushing her slightly forward. “I want to taste.”

  Her eyes dilated.

  “I want you to put that pretty pussy right here,” I said, licking my lips.

  Her nose went up in the cutest of frowns.

  “What?” I asked, bringing her up where I wanted her by brute strength since she wasn’t cooperating.

  She was now straddling my face, and I was maneuvering my hands so that they were wrapped around the inside of her thighs, spreading her wide for my viewing pleasure.

  “I’ve…never done this,” she admitted. “I feel awkward.”

  I looked up at her face, then slowly allowed my eyes to trail down the length of her

body. Her breasts were flushed, nipples peaked, begging to be touched. Her belly was flat and quivering with anticipation, and her pussy?

  Yes, that was nice and ripe, ready for my mouth.

  I could see her juices gathering at her entrance, and I wanted nothing more than to lick them clean.

  But I also didn’t want it to be uncomfortable for her.

  For this to be pleasurable, she had to enjoy it. Had to be relaxed and not overthinking it.

  “Completely natural,” I told her pussy, my mouth practically watering. “God, I want to taste you.”

  She shifted, her pussy bumping my chin.

  She hadn’t done it on purpose, but she might as well have.

  I couldn’t stop myself from taking one single swipe of her pussy, tonguing her as best as I could with that one small touch.

  She jerked, her eyes going wide, when mine lurched up to meet hers.

  “Sorry,” I said. “I was going to try to talk you into doing it, but then you did that, and I couldn’t stop myself. I’ll be good.”

  Her smile was barely there, but I knew she was warming up to the idea.

  “That felt ridiculously good,” she admitted. “Do it again.”

  I went up, using my abs since she was still too far away, and took another swipe, this time focusing on her clit since it was the only thing I could reach with her so far back.

  She squeaked.

  “More?” I asked, going back down.

  She nodded.

  “You’re going to have to come to me, darlin’.” I pushed her ass. “I need you sitting on my face for this to work. Don’t make my abs do any more than they have to.”

  She quietly laughed but did what I asked, going up on her knees on the kitchen floor and then slowly lowering herself down by widening her stance.

  Then her pussy was exactly where I wanted and needed it.

  I circled her clit, my eyes going up the length of her body as I watched her grab her boobs and separate them so she could watch me work.

  “Play with your nipples while I do this,” I ordered.

  She pinched them both between her fingers seconds later, her body lowering down just a tiny fraction more, ordering me without words to get to work.

  I would’ve smiled had my lips not already been busy on their task—which was sucking her sweet little bundle of nerves between them and flicking the tiny bud with my tongue.

  Her gasp had me once again staring up at her, only she was no longer watching me, her head was tilted back in abandon.

  Oh yes, she was definitely enjoying it.

  I went back to work, circling her clit while flicking it. Pretty much driving her to the brink but not actually pushing her over the edge.

  Stiffening my tongue next, I went lower, spearing her on it.

  A loud moan of surprise left her lips, and then she was putting even more weight on my face.

  I fucking loved it.

  Hands tightening on her thighs, I urged her to move on my face, sliding my tongue side to side as I once again went back to focusing on her clit.

  “Ohhh,” she breathed. “Yes. I’m so close.”

  Her hips went from a smooth motion to a jerky one, and I knew that she was indeed close.

  I pulled my hand away from her thigh and worked it in between her body and mine.

  When I had it where I wanted her, I sucked her clit back between my lips, then shoved two fingers deep inside of her pussy.

  That was all she needed.

  The penetration.

  Curling my fingers forward, I coaxed her orgasm from her body, and she screamed.

  It was death by pussy, but oh, what a way to go.

  When she finally came back to herself, she fell off of me and to the side, her body sprawling in a limp mess as she tried to catch her breath to no avail.

  “That was…” She paused. “That was the best thing ever.”

  I laughed and gathered her to me, rolling until I was on top of her.

  My hard cock was once again pressed against her, and I slowly worked myself between her thighs.

  When my cock notched at her entrance on its own, I took it as the sign it was and slowly started to sink inside.

  Her eyes stayed on mine as she watched me work.

  Her mouth dropped open in a silent moan, and I watched her face the entire time that I sank inside of her, only looking away when I reached the end.

  I stilled, then slowly let my eyes trail down the length of her body.

  Her breasts were rising and falling with each ragged breath she inhaled, and I had to yank my gaze away to see what I really wanted to see—which was her entrance stretched obscenely around the root of my cock.

  I pulled out, then pushed back inside, all the while watching where we were connected.

  “What’s it look like?” she asked, sounding breathless.

  “Like everything I ever wanted,” I grunted, pulling back out and slowly easing back inside. “Like the hottest porn I’ve ever watched. Like something straight out of my wildest dreams.”

  She reached down her body and slowly pulled the lips of her sex apart, giving me an even better view.

  I felt my balls draw up.

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” I said, eyes flicking up to hers only to return to the show down below.

  She went up onto one elbow, changing the angle slightly, and spread the lips of her sex as best as she could with one hand.

  Together we watched as I fucked her.

  Slow and steady.

  “You’re right,” she breathed. “Hottest porn ever.”

  My eyes lifted from the show down below, to the one higher up.

  Her breasts jiggled with each thrust of my hips, bouncing so high that she was almost hit in the chin with them.

  “Can you lick your nipples?” I wondered.

  Her eyes went from her pussy, where we were connected, to me.

  “What?” she breathed.

  I bared my teeth in a feral smile.

  “Can you lick your own nipples,” I repeated. “Bring one of your breasts up to your mouth.”

  She did as I asked, bringing it as far up as she could.

  Then poked that cute little tongue out.

  And she could, indeed, lick her own nipples.

  She circled that turgid dusky brown tip with her tongue, all the while keeping her gaze locked with mine.

  I groaned.

  God, that was so fucking hot.

  And I was on the verge of coming again.

  Just seeing her do that was like a shot of adrenaline straight to my balls.

  It had all kinds of things coursing through my body.

  And soon, I knew, I would blow.

  “Stop and make yourself come,” I gasped.

  If I let go of her hips, I was going to lose it.

  So, I watched as she reluctantly let herself go, leaned back all the way, and circled her clit with her finger, showing me exactly how she liked it.

  I growled when I felt her start to tighten around me.

  “Fuck,” I panted. “Yes.”

  And then her eyes were closing, her back was arching, and she was coming all around me.

  I praised all that was heavenly that I was able to hold on as long as I was, then finally let go.

  Curving my body over her own, I planted both of my forearms up above her head and rutted into her, not stopping until I’d wrung every last drop of my cum deep inside of her.

  Long moments later, panting and spent, she ran her nails up the length of my side, making me cringe backward as she tickled me.

  “Ack,” I said, laughing and pulling away.

  She looked up at me with a smile on her face.

  “You’re going to have to get up,” she said. “I’m fairly sure I have a splinter in my ass bone.”

  Snorting, I pulled out of her, but I didn’t go too far as I watched my release leave her body right along with my cock, and fall to the kitchen floor.

  I growled.

  “So fucking hot,” I said, feeling my semi-hard dick start to come back to life.

  “No!” She laughed and stood up. “Not yet. And for sure not right there. That was hot and all…”

  She trailed off when I latched onto her hips and bit one hip, sinking my teeth in just hard enough to hurt.

  “Okay,” she whispered. “But not right here. The hard, unforgiving floor isn’t happening again.”

  I gathered her up into my arms and stood up, taking her to my bed.

  There I laid her down, then followed with my own body.

  “Here?” I asked, mouth only inches away from hers.

  “Here.”

  Thirty minutes and an orgasm for both of us later, I was lying on my back in the bed, staring up at my ceiling.

  “Run with me over to my place,” she said. “I have some food. You can help me carry it over.”

  That’s exactly what we did next. Slipping on a pair of boxer briefs and flip-flops, I waited at the door for her to pick up her wet clothes.

  When she went to put them on, I rolled my eyes.

  “Just grab one of my shirts.” I gestured to the couch where a still heaping pile of laundry sat unfolded.

  She did as I asked, taking the first one she found, which happened to be one of my white undershirts.

  I grinned when she pulled it on over her shoulders.

  “What?” she asked.

  I gestured to her chest.

  I could just barely make out the dusky nipples beneath the fabric.

  “I can see your nipples now…” I paused. “Just wait until the fabric is wet.”

  She snorted and tossed her clothes into the empty washer.

  “Does your mom come over and do your laundry or something while you’re at work?” she asked.

  I opened the back door for her and looked out at the pool house.

  We’d have to dart around the pool to get to it, and I wasn’t sure that I trusted her enough not to slip.

  I grabbed onto her hand and closed the door behind us.

  “I have a cleaning lady that comes over once a week,” I said. “She does the laundry that she finds. Leaves the clean shit on my couch to hang up. Ready?”

  At her nod, we ran.

  Once there, I inputted the code that would unlock her automatic lock—the one her father had added after he’d moved her in— then pushed inside only to come to an abrupt halt.

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