Sinner (Priest, #2)

by Sierra Simone

Getting this Zenny problem all sewn up so I can stop thinking about her all the time. So I can stop imagining what it would be like to kiss her again, what it would feel like to hoist her on another counter and then drop to my knees and prove to her how little oxygen I need when I’ve got a pussy to eat. And now I’m hard. Just fucking great. I park the Audi in my building’s garage and limp over to the elevator, my stride hampered by my raging hard-on, and once I’m inside the elevator car itself, I can’t help but to give myself a couple rough strokes through the fabric of my trousers. Those soft lips. Those white cotton panties. Fuck. I stumble inside my penthouse already peeling off my suit jacket and reaching for my cock. Just a quick jerk to take the edge off, just a few fast strokes to clear my head, I won’t even think about Zenny⁠— That’s a lie. She’s all I can think of; it’s her kisses and her hands trembling and clinging around my neck and her legs parting for me to step between and the small scratch of her nose ring against my own nose as I claimed her mouth… The way she lifted up her skirt to show me her pussy… I drop my coat on the floor and fish out my cock, as fumbling and eager as if I were about to actually fuck her, my blood pounding raw and hot and urgent, my own hand shaking with excitement as I wrap it around myself. I shouldn’t be thinking of her like this, I shouldn’t be imagining it’s her slender fingers wrapped around me now. I shouldn’t be getting off ...