Sin's Submission [Demon Twins 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More] Read Free

rose as he studied Sin closely. A becoming flush of red crept up Sin’s cheeks. The blush probably went all the way down her throat, but Devon could not say. Heavy, old-fashioned lace was strangling her. He approached her slowly, fully expecting her to flee to the safety of her brother’s arms. She surprised him by not moving. More gratifying was the fact that her eyes remained downcast. She may have had a slow start, but it looked at though delicious Sin was a fast learner. Pity. I would love punishing you. His cock raged as he stalked.
    She was so short that he had to bend to whisper in her ear as he drew to a halt behind her. “Don’t be alarmed. I won’t fuck you with your brother present.”
    Her quick, sharp intake of air made him want to break his oath. His palms itched. It would be so easy to push her facedown onto his desk, shred those hideous skirts, and plunge his hard cock deep into her. He drew in deep breaths until his control was once again complete before whispering hotly, “Go to the desk and bend over the edge.” As she moved to comply, he instructed further, “Lift your skirts all the way to your waist and pull down your panties. I want to see your ass.”
    His trained eyes caught the tightening of Sin’s jaw. Her throat moved soundlessly as she swallowed. Devon nudged her. “I don’t like to wait, Sin.”
    He waited impatiently as she steeped to the desk. Her head turned to her brother. Devon’s words were laced with annoyance. “Do that again and I’ll spank you right here in front of your brother.”
    Stiff, coarse material riffled as she hurriedly yanked her skirts up. Devon’s eyes rolled to the ceiling when they were greeted by god-awful full underwear that covered everything worth seeing. “Take that off.” His irritation spilled in his voice. Why the devil did she wear such ghastly clothes? A body like hers should be left free and unhindered. He would have to remedy her insipid fashion sense quickly.
    Finally the white cotton panties fell to her ankles. The muscles on her thighs clenched together in a futile effort to conceal her precious jewels as she leaned over his desk. Her attempt was in vain. Nothing was hidden. Her generous ass cheeks splayed open, begging for his touch. The deep valley lay in shadows and promised satisfying treasures. Dewy droplets of moisture glistened against her trimmed, dark pubic hair. He walked to the delicious offering. Tenderly, he cupped the fleshy orbs of her ass and squashed the ripe plumpness. God, her name was apt. She was “sin” in the flesh with a body made to satisfy any man.
    There were so many things he wanted to do with her and teach her. Her body was made to accept the thrusting of more than one cock. He would provide adequately. A web of tiny red lines marred her milky flesh, a reminder of the long flight she’d just been on. He was demanding but not a tyrant, so he’d make this quick.
    “Open your legs, Sin.” His finger toyed with the dent marking the end of her ass crack. The cute dimple begged for his patient strokes, but the beguiling witch was not complying. Her cheeks remained firmly clenched. He looked up and found her searching over her shoulder for her brother. Devon grabbed chunks of her flesh and squeezed angrily. “I never ask twice.” He waited for her attention to turn to him fully before raising his hand. “I never repeat an instruction.” The sound of his hard palm smacking her tender ass echoed through the silent office. “And I never renegade on my vow to punish.”
    Ignoring her struggles as she writhed, his fingers delved ruthlessly into the tight passage. He drew the flesh apart until he fought the delicate puckered entrance to her anus. Gathering the thick, creamy moisture that had gathered within her pussy folds, he returned to lather and tease the sensitive creases of her ass. Simultaneously, he gently petted the red bruise he’d left on her. Her soft mewls followed quickly, and Devon inserted his