Page 43 of Heartless Sinner

I always liked to believe I was the only man she’d ever been with. When I went to throw the condom away after our Oval Office fuck, there was blood. I’d stared at the damn thing for an hour that night.

Then, for reasons I still refused to examine, I hadn’t thrown it away for two fucking days.

Another moan drifted through my speakers.

She had no idea I was watching.

I stroked myself through my pants, squeezing my cock once as a low grunt left me.

I dragged the laptop closer as she pushed two fingers inside herself.

“Yes, baby,” I groaned. “Just like that.”

It was easy to imagine my hand replacing hers. I almost closed my eyes to picture it better.

But fuck that.

I wasn’t missing a second of this.

She pushed her nightie up higher, exposing the soft curve of her breasts.

I leaned forward so fast I nearly snapped my fucking neck.

Higher, Princess.

Just a little fucking higher for me.

I wanted to see her nipples so I could imagine sucking on them.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I unzipped my pants and freed my cock.

I wrapped my hand around myself. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this desperate to come.

She stopped.

“No.” The strangled word left me before I could stop it.

Then she shoved a pile of blankets under her.

There we fucking go.

She shifted once. Twice. Trying to find the right spot.

The second she did, her hips started moving. I rocked mine forward with her.

I stood, shoved my pants lower, and jerked myself faster, biting my lip until I tasted blood.

I couldn’t look away from the way she moved against the bed.

“Keep doing that, baby,” I said to the screen. “Imagine that’s me.”

My fist matched the rhythm of her hips.

Her movements grew frantic.

Her breathing turned ragged.

Through the speakers I heard one word as she came.