Sinners On Tour 06 Sinners at the Altar Read Free

was hers—every inch of him—and Trey damned well better not forget it.
    Trey closed his eyes and rolled onto his opposite side, presenting his back to her.
    The bathroom door slid open, and Eric emerged. “All finished!” he announced, as if he expected a smiley face sticker for his accomplishment.
    Brian turned his head toward the bathroom and took a hesitant sniff. Apparently finding the place nontoxic, he tugged Myrna into the small room. The bathroom door slid shut, and Myrna’s robe landed on the floor an instant later.
    “Alone at last.” Brian filled both hands with her breasts, massaging gently. His dark eyes were glassy with lust as he watched his thumbs brush against her stiff nipples. “You know the idea of making love to my wife is enough to push me beyond control. You don’t have to tease me all day to make me crazy.”
    She grinned at him and hopped up onto the vanity. “Good, because I don’t want to wait all day. I want your wickedly fast fingers against me— inside me—right now.” She leaned back against the cold vanity mirror, bent her knees, and rested her feet on the countertop, opening herself wide to her lover. Her fiancée. Her soon-to-be husband. “Make me come, baby. Make my pussy beg you to fill it.”
    “Can I taste you first?”
    She didn’t respond, just grabbed two fistfuls of his shoulder-length black hair and tugged his head between her legs.
    He inhaled deeply. “Oh fuck, baby. You smell like sex.”
    His tongue slid inside her, and she watched him trace her opening. Around, around, around, until she had to close her eyes from overstimulation. He pressed two fingers inside her, and she strained against them, craving his big, thick cock already. His fingers pulled free to spread her juices over her throbbing clit.
    “Oh!” she gasped.
    He sucked her clit into his mouth and then rammed two fingers into her greedy body, thrusting them harder and harder as he suckled her clit with agonizing gentleness. She called out her pleasure, the sounds of her wet pussy and cries of excitement echoing off the walls of the tiny bathroom.
    Brian pulled away and shifted his fingers to her clit, stroking her fast and hard.
    “Watch yourself, baby. Watch.”
    She forced her gaze down between her legs where Brian was working her trigger. He knew exactly how to make her explode. Watching his fingers move against her and thinking about the way those fingers looked when he played one of his guitar solos sent her over the edge. Her ass lifted off the vanity, and he moved his hand away so she could see her pussy pulse with release. Brian rubbed the head of his cock against her opening as her spasms of pleasure tried to grip him. Tug him in.
    He slipped inside her easily, and she stared at the spot where their bodies were joined. The way his cock filled her made her breath catch. Her flesh ebbed and stretched with his deep, steady strokes. Brian gyrated his hips as they watched her folds strain to accommodate his girth.
    Slowly, her pleasure built again. Oh, but he filled her so perfectly, rubbed her just right.
    “Brian.” She needed the feel of his name on her lips almost as much as she needed the feel of his hard cock within her.
    He lifted his head, and she met his gaze. They stared into each other’s eyes as their bodies moved together over and over again. Emotions flooded her being, stealing her breath, making her eyes ache as tenderness overflowed.
    “Brian?”
    The physical connection, they’d always had that. But opening her heart to him made sex so much more than simple pleasure.
    “Yes, baby?”
    “I love you,” she said.
    He cupped her face between his palms and kissed her softly. “I love you.” Buried balls deep, he stared into her eyes. “Are you really mine?” he whispered.
    “Yes.”
    “About time you admitted it, Professor.” He grinned and pulled out. She gasped in protest, but was too late to pull him back to her.
    “Let’s finish this in the shower,” he said.