Novelas y relatos de Sin Collection

"SHIN!" Shireen was not a woman who was easily seduced by the tricks of the men. Shireen is a woman who is loyal to her partner. No matter how many times David asked her to have a fling, but Shireen's heart was still strong with Redric. Shireen really loves Redric, and vice versa.

"Will you be fine?" I shake my head. "That's how many times you're asking that question? I'll be fine, Sinclair. It's just a needle, nothing more and you've done this before so why are you so worried?" "I know, " he sighs, bringing our entangled hands to his lips. "Just want to make sure you're comfortable doing this. " "I am. " I assure him with a big smile before turning back to the man. "A heartbeat, please. Around the wrist with SIN below it. "

My throat was raw from screaming his name, my voice entirely wrecked. ​I lay tangled in the heavy, dark silk sheets of his massive bed. I was absolutely soaked in a fine sheen of sweat, my limbs trembling so violently I couldn't have stood up if the penthouse was on fire. I felt completely boneless. Hollowed out. And then beautifully, entirely filled back up.

Anything to shut her up. Bam! And then it occurred to Sienna. A method to remedy this problem and in a hurry! There was perhaps thirty seconds left to the shadow now. She peered around the deck, spotting a few others having difficult. The women desperately sucking or rubbing the penis with hopes of sparking it to life. Paige on the other hand... was being drilled by her powerhouse pole from earlier. She gripped her own ankles, doubled over, taking the humongous meatstick again and again. Shrieks and screams of pleasure. If anything, her sexual sound box would help stimulate the other men.

I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him deeper. “Harder, Daniel,” I whispered. He pulled out suddenly, spun me around, and bent me over the counter. My breasts pressed against the counter. He spread my legs wider and slammed back into me from behind. “Fuuuuck,” I moaned loudly. Back shots would forever be my favorite. I don’t care what any motherfucker says. I mean who doesn’t like the sweet sound of raw, hot, nasty back shot sex. He gave me deep, hard backshots. His hips slammed into my ass again and again. Every thrust made my body shake.

I could feel his fingers interlacing with mine, and for a moment, the world narrowed down to just that connection fraught, intense, and utterly forbidden. My mind screamed for me to pull away, to reclaim the safety of Ethan’s steady love, yet my body betrayed me. I shivered as his hand caressed mine, and my cheeks burned with a mix of desire and guilt. The internal conflict was overwhelming. I knew I was treading dangerous ground, that every physical contact between Lucas and me was a crack in the wall I had built around my heart. Yet, in that silent challenge, I also felt a powerful pull a longing for something I’d buried for far too long. During a short break in the game, I found a moment

"Like I have for the past twenty-eight years." Maya found us arguing in the office and laughed. "You two sound like an old married couple." "We are a married couple," I pointed out. "Fair," Maya said, then turned serious. "We have a problem with the Morrison account." Morrison was a pharmaceutical company we'd been consulting with on ethical supply chain practices, and they'd been difficult from the start. "What kind of problem?" Adrian asked. "They want us to sign off on practices we've specifically said are unethical," Maya explained. "And they're threatening to sue if we don't."

Like the deepest forbidden sin every naughty girl wants to have a taste of. Justin works on the buttons of his white shirt, he begins unbuttoning, and my mouth waters. I swallow a thick lump, feeling my legs squeeze. My body tingles with anticipation. I bite my lip hard. “Daddy….” The nickname falls like a prayer. Or sin. Or maybe both. He finishes unbuttoning and pulls off his shirt, showcasing his impressive tanned abs. My eyes roll in their sockets. I can't help the moan that slips out.

The car rocked slightly on its suspension, the leather creaking beneath them. Peny rode him with brutal efficiency, her movements fast and hard, no teasing, no slow build. She needed this, needed him, needed the release. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging in, her body bouncing on his lap. Her breasts moved beneath her dress, her nipples hard and visible through the fabric.

Each time the pressure behind his eyes tightened another degree. By late morning the canopy had thickened until the light became a muted green gloom. The trail began to rise. Elias climbed steadily, the rifle’s weight familiar against his spine, his breath growing shorter not from exertion but from a mounting sense of arrival. The wild scent in the air intensified. His skin felt too tight across his shoulders and along the backs of his hands. Once, when a branch snagged his sleeve, the brief contact sent a jolt of sensation up his arm so sharp he stopped and stared at the place where the cloth had touched him.