When a swivel of events land Jaslene Romero in jail, it's up to Aarirai to get her out. Desperate to release her sister-by-heart from the concrete block she's been thrown into, Aarirai Andal gets help from Lysias Efah, the only man in New York City...
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The first second he was sneaking into my room, the next he's about to give me prison babies. Our clothes laid as a white and orange heap on the floor beside my bed, close to the knife. Over Sin's body above me, the thin blanket was doing the least in covering us up if my roommate was to ever awaken. He glanced at me again, a silent question thrown in the tension-thick space between our faces. Are you sure? it read. I nodded once and as soon as I did, I felt it: slick and warm, hard and raw, Sin Heizer's length pushed against me.
I kept quiet. He kept quiet. We stared at each other as he buried himself in. I was keeping a straight face for pride's sake, but fuck, were my face muscles tempted to communicate the sensation. Once I felt the tip lodge at its extent, I parted my legs wider, aiding to accommodation. The ten minutes have started. Sin moved.
I don't know how skilled this arrogant man thinks he is for making such a deal. The start was like any other. It felt good, yeah, but it wasn't mind-boggling. Before my lips could part and Sin could see that I was liking whatever the hell he was doing, I buried my face against the crook of his neck. My fingertips traced the muscles on his back, fingers digging when he'd stroke deeply.
About three minutes in, I could see-no, feel-I could feel what he was so confident about. Hard as he was, he got harder. The man above me shifted, stopping for a bit, before continuing his thrusts, this time hitting a spot that had me grinding my teeth together. My head fell back and the cocky expression on his gorgeous face made me wanna smack his dick if it were not being utilized in the very moment.
He's big, I'll give him that. He also knows how to use himself. It's as if his length's got a mind of its own-the mind of a doctor, actually. I-I clamped a hand over my mouth to stop myself from whimpering. Staring into my eyes, Sin's prideful mask started crumbling. His eyelids fluttered subtly and his lips parted. Seeing where my eyes fell, he drew my hand away from my mouth and kissed me again. Softly rather than eagerly. Gentle, even. From a big tatted man like him, it was unexpected.
Shifting again, the man grabbed the back of my knees and place my legs over his shoulders, doing all so without pulling out. In the new position, the pleasure heightened. I've lost track of the time and Sin read my mind. "Three more minutes." he said, and I was certain that I could hold on for three more minutes. Heck, I can hold on for hours. What the hell does he think of me?
Just before Heizer started moving again, a wicked grin splayed across his face. It was almost unseeable with the lack of proper lighting. When he moved again, I felt my demise.
A moan slipped my lips-a loud one that had my hands flying to my mouth to cover. The aplomb I had kept by focusing on the silly goal had flown out of the window. Ironically, there are no windows. With the roll of Sin's hips, his hardness hit whatever the hell it needed to hit and then some. Mocked as I was with his quiet message saying that he was only going easy during the prior minutes, I did my best to control myself down there which was as hard as sneaking into Don Teodoro's mansion to murder him all those nights ago.
