Garden of Sins

“I don’t know, maybe you’re a hitman,” she whispers and tilts her face toward me.

I grab her tighter and pull her with a jerk forward directly over my cock, sending a tingling sensation through me.

“Maybe.”

She lowers her lips to mine and runs her hands through my hair while kissing me. She tastes even better sober than drunk.

I groan into her mouth as she moves on my lap and runs her tongue over mine, this time slower than yesterday.

Actually, I don’t like that shit either, but right now, I can’t help it. I can’t deny her.

She pulls back her head and tugs her sweater over her head. I stare at her perfect tits as my hand wanders up her fine back.

She moves back a bit without letting me out of her sight. Lust spreads inside me and every clear thought goes bye-bye. What she is doing feels damn good and my pants are about to burst again.

She reaches between us and opens my belt with precise movements as she lowers her lips back to mine. I reach for her neck like yesterday as she unbuttons my jeans and with the other hand, I control the motion of her butt. My tongue roughly strokes hers and she tugs open the zipper of my pants with a groan.

She then proceeds to open her own. I embrace her with one arm and push her on her back before I impatiently pull her jeans off. My eyes restlessly scan her body that is now in dark blue underwear. She is incredible, but that is not what captivates me so much.

With one hand, I prop myself up next to her head and lean over to kiss her. With the other, I stroke along her leg and push her panties aside. She bores her fingertips into my jaw and clings to me. A groan escapes me as I briefly push two fingers inside her. She rears up and my patience is now completely gone. I retract my fingers, pull my pants down, and position myself against her. My kiss falters, my breath stops, everything pauses as I push into her slowly, and the last bit, with a jerk.

We groan at the same time.

“Fuck,” I whisper forcefully. What is that?

Immediately, I have to move. Immediately, I need everything and so much more. My hand next to her head forms a fist. My lips move across her jaw as she clings to me.

“Tell me your name,” I growl in her ear, making her giggle. Then she moans as I thrust harder into her.

“No,” she whispers.

With a jerk, I pull out of her and she breathlessly pushes herself onto her elbows.

“Tell me!” I growl at her with barely any restraint and her eyes sparkle. My breathing is turbulent, just like hers and she pushes toward me again. I dip into her, and it takes all my strength not to thrust deep and hard into her.

“Tell me!” I demand hoarsely.

She wraps her arms around my neck and pushes even closer toward me. I can’t hold back any longer and violently thrust so that she moans loudly against my lips. I can barely hold back the same sound and kiss her again passionately as I move violently, the mattress bouncing along with me through the room.

Then I abruptly pull back again and she whimpers. “Tell me, princess.” I bite her lower lip.

Desperately, she tries to force me into her with her heels on my ass. I grab her by one arm and twist her over onto her stomach with a jerk. Her hair flies all over the place and she gasps in shock. I grab her hips and pull her up before I push the panties to the side again and thrust into her.

Fuck, that’s deep.

My head falls back as she moans into the mattress. With one hand, I stroke up her spine and I don’t do that kind of shit to anybody. I then reach into her hair and pull her up, her back now against my chest. With the other hand, I grasp her neck and she drops the back of her head against my shoulder and claws my arm.

So trusting. So cuddly.

“Tell me,” I whisper in her ear and move further inside her. I let go of her hair and her lips wander lightly across my neck. My hand slides between her legs and I stay deep inside her without moving. Instead, I let my fingertips inside her panties glide over her pleasure point.

Her heavy breath breaks against my skin and she lifts her lips to my ear.

“Isabelle,” she whispers and a shiver shoots through me. My fingers stop. My heart stops. Then I press my lips to hers and move inside her as she grabs my hair from behind.

Isabelle.

“Fuck, Isabelle,” I murmur near her mouth and she moans with pleasure. My tongue slides over hers and my fingers constantly dance over her as I continue on and on and on and on as sweat runs down our bodies.

“Fuck, Carter,” she whispers and I almost come because my moaned name sounds heavenly coming from her lips.

“Are you using contraception?” I ask almost desperately and she dazedly and unconsciously nods. I would not believe any other bitch. I wouldn’t fuck another one without a rubber if she wasn’t chosen by my brother, but right now, I can’t help it.

I thrust deep inside her just as she explodes.

And fuck, I don’t know what, but something is different. Something like never before. Something that’s going to change my life.

I can feel it.