Sin's Temptation: An Erotic Intentions Book

by Evie Harrison

  I didn’t have to go far since she was coming down the hall toward me. “Are you okay? I heard a crash. I thought you fell or ran into something.”

  Knowing my sweet girl had been worried about me melted my heart. She was an angel, pure and so damn sweet, and it meant the world to me. I laughed as I gestured with my head down to the condoms in my hand as I stepped in front of her.

  “I’m fine but the drawer I grabbed these from is a casualty of war.”

  Her giggle made my dick throb. With my free hand, I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. She moaned as I explored her mouth with my tongue, and the way she rubbed against me was a good indicator that she liked tasting herself on me.

  When I felt her hands running up my chest, her delicate fingers tracing over my nipples, I broke the kiss.

  I growled and rubbed myself against her. “I need to be inside of you so goddamn bad.”

  I was barely in control as it was, but when she tweaked my nipples, I lost it. I hadn’t even fucking known I was sensitive in that area before. Natalie was a game changer.

  “Bed, now,” I ordered.

  She giggled as she turned and headed back into the bedroom. I followed her like a lovesick fool, completely entranced by her sexy little ass and the way her hips swayed as she walked.

  I tossed the condoms onto the nightstand as she climbed on the bed. She watched with wide eyes as I opened one of the wrappers, fisted my cock and rolled the condom down.

  “Mm,” she moaned. “Why is that so sexy?”

  A low rumble came from my throat as I climbed onto the bed and got on my knees between her legs. “Because I’m yours,” I answered. “Ever part of me belongs to you, Angel.”

  Her thousand-watt smile lit up the room. “I love that,” she cooed.

  I gripped my shaft and smacked it against her clit three times in quick succession, groaning when she let out a little gasp.

  “That feels good,” she murmured.

  When I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance, the heat of her pussy was like a sirens call. She shifted against me restlessly as I stared down at where we were going to be joined. I pushed in the smallest little bit before stopping. Once I was in place I started rubbing soft circles on her clit. Her breathing got more and more erratic as I rubbed my thumb across her slippery clit.

  “Jordan,” she pleaded. “I need you inside of me.”

  I kept her there on the precipice of pleasure as I started slowly pushing forward. The way her hips rocked up and down as I continued to finger her clit told me she was close.

  “Pinch your nipples,” I said huskily.

  The way her hands looked against her tits as she cupped them and began rolling the nipples between her fingers made my cock twitch inside of her. With the next roll of her hips, I came up against her barrier.

  Her moans were music to my ears as her pussy fluttered around my cock. It took reserves I didn’t know I had not to bury myself deep right then and there. The only thing that kept me from doing just that was the all-consuming need I felt to do everything right for my girl. Natalie would only ever get the best from me. Her little clit was hard beneath my thumb and I knew she was about to come again.

  “Be a good girl and come on my dick,” I ordered.

  She pinched her nipples hard as her head tilted back and she let out a shriek.

  “I’m there,” she gasped. “Oh, God, Jesus!”

  The instant she started to come, I thrust past the barrier and went hard until I’d buried myself deep. She shrieked, her hands leaving her tits to grip my back.

  “OH!” she screamed, caught between the pleasure of coming and the pain of taking my dick for the first time. My heart almost broke out of my chest as a tear slid down her cheek.

  “Open your eyes,” I commanded.

  Her eyes flew open to meet mine and both were glassy with tears as her pussy fluttered around my cock. It killed me to have hurt her in any way, and I stayed still inside of her as I wiped the tear away. Not moving was a challenge like nothing I’d ever faced before, her tight cunt strangling my dick so hard it was almost painful. I wanted to fuck, desperately, but I kept myself from moving an inch. Her entire body trembled as she stared up at me.

  “How bad is the pain?” I asked on a growl.

  “Full,” she gasped. “Deep!”

  I hissed as she thrust her hips up as her orgasm ended. It hurt so fucking good I could barely breathe.

  “That wasn’t an answer to the question, baby. I need to know if it hurts. I’m not moving until the pain goes away.”

  “It was painful,” she admitted, “but I’m starting to feel anxious for you to move.”

  “You want me to fuck this tight little pussy don’t you, Angel?”

  “God yes,” she panted.

  I pulled back gently before sliding back in, repeating the same slow and steady motions over and over again as she adjusted to my dick being inside of her. As I did, I started rubbing her clit again. I knew she was feeling good when I felt her pussy getting even wetter around me.

  Her nails scraped down my back as she arched up to meet my downward thrust.

  “I’m ready for more,” she whimpered. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Her wish was my command. I took my thumb off her clit and gripped her ass in my hands to hold her in place as I picked up speed and began thrusting in and out.

  “Touch yourself,” I ordered. “I want to watch your fingers sliding all over this sexy little pussy.”

  She didn’t even hesitate, sliding her left hand directly to herself as I pounded into her.

  “Jordan,” she wailed. “Oh please, Jordan! Fuck me!”

  I went hard then, fucking my girl like a goddamn madman as her pussy flooded against my cock.

  “Look at me, Angel,” I whimpered. “Work that pussy and let me see your eyes when you come all over my dick like a good little girl.”

  Her eyes stayed on mine as I worked us both closer to orgasm. Her legs were spread wide and the sounds of our furious fucking filled the room. We were both moaning and begging as we stared at each other. I knew we were both close, could feel her body racing toward the finish line.

  “Natalie,” I whimpered. “Baby! It’s so goddamn good inside of you.”

  She cried out as I fucked harder. “Jordan,” she cried desperately. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

  “I’m going to cum so fucking hard for you,” I roared.

  When her little cunt seized up around me again and she let out a scream, I lost it. With one last powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt inside of her and came harder than I ever had before.

  I collapsed on top of her for countless seconds before sanity returned and I realized I was going to crush her. I rolled us over but stayed inside of her for another few seconds before lifting her off. She let out a sound of discomfort as I pulled all the way out and I knew she would be sore for a while. I hurried to pinch the tip of the condom, pull it off and tie the top off in a knot before tossing it toward the trashcan so I could settle her against me.

  She felt so fucking right lying on top of me, her head against my shoulder. Her breath feathered softly across my skin as I trailed my fingers up and down her back soothingly.

  When we were both breathing normally, I asked her to look at me. Her blue eyes were wide with wonder as she complied. I felt her gaze down to the goddamn marrow in my bones. I was done for, one hundred percent. In one fluid motion, I flipped us over, so she was lying beneath me again.

  “Thank you for giving me that gift,” I said huskily. “You just made my life.”

  Her arms and legs were wrapped around me as she hugged me tight. “I’m the one who needs to thank you for the gift you just gave me,” she sighed happily. “That was incredible.”

  I’d intended to wait, but the next thing I knew we were kissing again and she was begging me to fuck her. We spent the rest of the night making love, only going to sleep when we were both so spent the option to go again w
asn’t even viable.

  6

  Chapter Six

  Natalie

  Being with Jordan was the easiest thing I’d ever done. In spite of the age and economic differences, we just worked. Being together around the clock might’ve been an issue for another couple, but for us it was perfect.

  The day after I moved in he took me to his record store for the first time. I’d expected the store to be sleek and ultra modern, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Seaside Vinyl was one of a trio of stores above a real estate company right out on Pacific Coast Highway. When Jordan opened the door for me and I walked in, I fell in love. The walls were decorated with classic album covers and posters. On either side of the store there were small sitting areas with turntables to listen to a selection of records that Jordan explained he had multiples of. The collectible and hard to get vinyl weren’t allowed to be touched until purchase, which made sense.

  I loved his taste in music. Growing up on movie sets with people who were older than me meant I loved the classics. Jordan was surprised and then thrilled that I knew all of his favorite bands, and he had opinions about my favorite songs. The store was open only when he was available to be there, which was quirky but charming. He had a website and an app that he kept updated for customers to know exactly when he’d be around. He’d explained that the vinyl business wasn’t ever going to be a huge moneymaker, so taking on staff and having set hours wouldn’t have been a necessary expenditure.

  We were at the store most weekdays from nine to noon or from two to five. When we there he’d let me play whatever I wanted, and I enjoyed it immensely. He was a good teacher, too. I learned a lot about the vinyl business and how it worked, as well as how a retail business worked which was exactly what I needed for my senior project.

  The customers who came and went tended to be collectors, most who knew him by name. They’d come in to pick up orders or to make a request, and Jordan would talk to them about things he was on the hunt for. I found the whole thing fascinating.

  Toward the end of my second week at the store we were sitting next to each other at one of the listening areas talking about life when I asked him why he chose to open a vinyl store when he already had the sex shops. He grimaced as he traced his finger in circles across the inside of the palm of my hand.

  “I needed something I felt passionate about,” he explained. “The erotic shops have been great for money, but it’s not like…”

  He trailed off for a few seconds as he got his thoughts together.

  “It’s never been something I felt like I had to do,” he said after a few seconds. “I made the first thruster on a lark for a friend’s girlfriend. She fell in love with the damn thing and started telling her friends about it. Word spread and the next thing I knew, I was selling them out of my dorm room. After about eight months I was approached by one of the world’s biggest erotic toy manufacturers. They wanted to buy it, patent and all. I said no and then promptly took the paperwork with their offer to the bank a year later. I took out a small loan to do a production run myself.”

  “But how did you get them into stores?” I asked.

  “The demand was high and word of mouth was huge, so it wasn’t as hard as it might have been if I hadn’t had that. Still, I put the peddle to the metal and went to every erotic shop in Southern California during my free time. I was scared shitless I would fail, but that didn’t happen. The first run of thrusters sold out within a week. After that, it just exploded. Working in the industry was a real eye-opener. I’d never known it generated as much cash as it did. I worried the thrusters would fall out of favor and I wanted to capture the market somehow. I opened the first store shortly after I graduated college and within five years, I had ten.”

  “It’s clearly a cash cow,” I’d teased. “What’s next for the stores? Are you working on any new inventions or that not your thing anymore?”

  “I didn’t want to say anything until it was a done deal, but I might as well tell you now.”

  I was immediately nervous. Jordan was a straight shooter, and we talked almost non-stop. I feared he was going to say he was going away on an extended business trip, and my stomach sank like a stone.

  “I’m selling the stores,” he said.

  I was thrilled the worst case scenario I'd immediately jumped to wasn't correct, but also stunned to hear he was selling.

  “You are?”

  “I am. The distributor who offered to buy the thrusters way back when I was in college has been making offers for years. I just finished negotiating what I would accept. They’ve got the financing in place, and there’s a board meeting next week for their company to vote on it. Since it’s a no brainer financially for them to take on what is essentially a golden goose, I think it’s going to happen.”

  “But a few days before I showed up for that first day of Senior Project, Robert told me you were looking to expand to Arizona and Nevada in the next two years.”

  He laughed as he linked our fingers together and squeezed my hand.

  “That was before I met you, Angel. In an instant, I saw the fork in the road, and I chose the path that would take us forward. Leaving my past behind was the right thing to do.”

  My eyes widened in surprise. “What do you mean?”

  “I can’t be selling sex toys anymore. I don’t want you exposed to it. That isn’t worthy of you, and it isn’t how we’re going to live our lives.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You mean you’re giving this all up for me?”

  “No,” he said firmly. “I’ve given up nothing, Angel. I have you, which means I have everything.”

  “I’m speechless,” I murmured. “I’m worried you’ll be mad later because you had to have lost money. I hope you don’t think I was against it, or—”

  He moved swiftly, lifting me up from my chair and pulling me into his lap.

  “Oh Angel,” he sighed. “You’re so off base. I know we haven’t had the money talk, but you have nothing to worry about. Before I agreed to sell the stores, I was a billionaire. In addition to the stores and the online stuff, I own a ton of real-estate. Once this goes through, I’ll be even richer. This is in no way a loss. If I never work another day in my life and live off the interest from investing this money, we’d still be rich and so will our children. It doesn’t matter, though. Even if it made me a pauper, I’d have chosen you, Natalie. Making decisions for the good of our relationship is a no brainer.”

  My lower lip trembled as I stared into his eyes. He had the biggest heart of anyone I’d ever known, and I adored him. The way he made me feel was priceless, and the way he treated me was beyond my wildest expectations.

  “I don’t know how you do it, but you’re unbelievably gifted at making me feel like your princess,” I murmured as I dropped a kiss on his lips.

  He cupped either side of my face and looked into my eyes. “It’s easy when I love you as much as I do. You’re my life, Angel.”

  I gasped as I stared back at him, his face growing blurry as my eyes filled with tears.

  “Really?” I squeaked. “You love me?”

  “Loved you the minute you looked up at me with those big blue eyes. Loved you more when you spoke to me for the first time. Loved you when you said you wanted to come with me. Loved you when I took your virginity. You hit me like a goddamn freight train, and I wouldn’t change a thing.”

  “I love you too,” I said emotionally. “You’re my Prince Charming.”

  I kissed him then, deeply. He let me take charge, his hands taking up residence at my waist when I straddled him in the chair. Our tongues slid together sensually as I rocked back and forth on his lap. It went on and on, a slow and deep exploration of each other that transcended everything. I wasn’t even aware we were in the store until he ripped his mouth from mine and stood up. I wrapped my legs around him as he walked us to the door. After turning the CLOSED sign to face out, he pulled the shade and locked up.

  “Couldn’t let anyone wal
k in on this,” he chuckled.

  I laughed as he walked us back to the chair and sat down before pulling me into another series of hot wet kisses. A few minutes later I pulled back breathlessly and slid from his lap and down to the floor, where I got between his legs and removed his shoes and socks as he stared down at me intently.

  I’d begged and pleaded, but Jordan had staunchly refused to allow me to give him a blowjob until he got his test results back. He’d gotten the results on the way into the vinyl store that morning. The results were not surprising, seeing as how he was a condom freak. But he’d been focused like a laser on knowing for sure.

  My caveman dragged me with him to the doctor the day after we made love for the first time so he could get himself tested. He’d been given a clean bill of health just forty days before at his yearly physical, and he’d faithfully used condoms ever since the first time he had sex as a teenager, but he insisted on being one hundred percent certain he was good enough for me. It was just another thing he did that made me love him more.

  After opening the snap on his jeans, I stared up at him as I ever so slowly lowered the zipper. “Today’s the day,” I smiled. “You can’t say no anymore.”

  “God, Angel,” he said huskily as he lifted his hips so I could take off his boxers and jeans. “I never wanted to say no, but I needed to be sure. If something had been wrong with me and I gave it to you because I was too stupid to check… I would’ve lost it.”

  “Your doctor and I were right the whole time,” I teased sweetly as I turned back from dropping his clothes next to his shoes. “There was never anything to worry about.”

  “Thank fuck,” he said in a strained voice as I leaned in and traced my tongue up his shaft.

  Jordan’s body was ridiculously hot. For two weeks I’d seen it daily, but it never got old. I loved the size of his cock, loved how thick, smooth and veiny it was. I was also in love with it because it brought me dozens and dozens of orgasms.

  I’d spent enough time on Porn Hub that I knew that the wetter I got his cock, the better it would be. I was tentative at the beginning since it was my first blowjob, but it came to me surprisingly easy. At least the words of encouragement and the harsh gasps coming from Jordan made it seem easy. He was obviously loving it, which made me like it even more.