Sinners On Tour 06 Sinners at the Altar Read Free Page A

“I’m determined to marry you today one way or another, and we need to work on some multitasking or we’ll waste the entire day fucking in the tour bus bathroom.”
    “I wouldn’t say we were wasting the day,” she said.
    “I will marry you today, Myrna Evans. Got it?”
    “Got it,” she said, smiling her brightest.
    While he adjusted the temperature of the water, she hopped off the counter and moved up behind him to kiss his back with an open mouth and tongue and teeth. She rubbed her hands over his firm belly, his pecs, his strong shoulders. He stepped into the shower and she followed, consumed by her insatiable hunger for this man. Finally admitting that she loved him hadn’t lessened her lust for him. If anything, it made it even more pronounced. How lucky was she to be in love and in lust with the same man?
    He turned to face her, and her gaze lowered to his thick cock standing at proud attention between them. She wanted his cum in her mouth. Wanted it to pulse into the back of her throat. Wanted to swallow him whole.
    She lowered herself to her knees, running her hands up his thighs. The warm water of the shower coursed between her splayed fingers and flowed down her arms. Brian tilted his head back into the flowing water the same instant she sucked his cock into her mouth.
    “Ah,” he gasped.
    She held the base of his shaft with one hand as she bobbed her head fast, sucked him hard, and cradled his heavy balls in her palm. She wanted to reward him for being so good to her. For loving her. She knew what he liked. She moved her free hand between her legs and slid her fingers into her silky depths, seeking slick juices to ease her penetration of her lover. When she’d collected enough of her own fluids on her fingertips, she lifted her hand between his legs. Her slippery fingers pressed against the opening to his ass, and he grunted before widening his legs. She slid two fingers inside him, gently thrusting in and out until he began to whimper. He knew what was coming. Knew how good she could make him feel. Trusted her with his body. It rocked her world that he let her do this for him.
    She released his shaft to free her other hand and shifted it to his balls, drawing them forward and gently massaging them against the base of his cock in slow gentle circles. Inside his ass, the fingers of her other hand curled forward, and she rubbed against his gland. He wasn’t the only one who knew how to work a trigger. Brian started spurting immediately. His entire body shuddered as he cried out in bliss. His fluids pulsing into the back of her throat, Brian grabbed her head to slow its relentless bobbing as she sucked him off, but she refused to lay off until he’d spent every last drop. He sagged against the shower wall, gulping for air and shaking with aftershocks of pleasure. Releasing his cock with a loud sucking pop, Myrna teased the opening at its tip with her tongue, still rubbing him inside to prolong his bliss.
    Myrna loved how massaging his prostate made him shudder and quake. Loved how he allowed her to do any kinky thing she wanted to do to him. Loved how he made her feel sexy and appreciated. She couldn’t wait to spend the rest of their lives figuring out what other things they had in common, because it was blatantly obvious that they had the sex part figured out.
    “God, baby,” he groaned. “I don’t know what I did to deserve that, but let me know what it was so I can do it repeatedly.”
    “Did you like that? My fingers inside you?”
    “You know I like it.”
    “One of these days I’m going to strap on a dildo and fuck you in the ass.”
    She pulled her fingers free of his body and climbed to her feet. She wasn’t sure why, but the thought of dominating him—of fucking him—really turned her on. Maybe it was because Brian had never allowed Trey to take him.
    She sighed. She wasn’t sure why she was so flipping jealous of the guy today. Maybe because Trey had loved Brian unconditionally