Devil's Sin by Kathryn Thomas Read Free Book Online

too. Are you going to come again?”
     
    “Maybe. Are you?”
     
    “Oh yes,” I sighed.
     
    He began to flex in rhythm with me, driving himself deeper into me as we moved, two becoming one. I gasped as a searing stab of pleasure rushed through me, burning along my nerves and setting me alight. He moved his hands from my side to my breasts, caressing them gently. I shivered as another wave of pleasure passed through me, my head tipping down as I breathed out in a long sigh.
     
    “I’m going to come,” I whispered, moving faster, drawing the orgasm to me. I needed more, so I tipped forward, bracing on my hands, his arms going around me and holding me loosely in deference to my condition. “I’m going to come,” I gasped again as he began to thrust, driving into me harder and faster than I was able to, my orgasm swelling and surrounding me. I began to pant, my climax shortening my breath as it pressed in on me.
     
    My release took me and I exhaled explosively as it burned through my body like a wildfire. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe; I could only endure until, with a gasp, it washed out of me. I sagged into him, my lips finding his by instinct as I waited for my orgasm to fully release me from its grip. We kissed sloppily, his hands tangled in my hair as mine were his. We devoured each other until I had my fill of his kiss, our bodies still but my heart racing.
     
    I pulled back and looked into his eyes; our gazes locked until he smiled at me softly and began to move. It was going to be a long night…and I looked forward every minute of it.
     

 
    Chapter 4
     
    Cain woke me up way too early the next morning by moving about in the bed. I bitched and moaned, and tried to seduce him to get him to stay in the bed with me, but he was steadfast. He needed to talk to someone name Nicolaus, who lived in Albania, and was seven hours ahead. I didn’t even know Nicolaus, but I hated the asshole already.
     
    I tried to go back to sleep, but having him moving about in the bath, then talking on the phone in the front of the apartment wouldn’t allow it. I finally tossed the pillow off my head and sat up, staring daggers at the closed bedroom door.
     
    I crawled out of the bed and staggered to the shower. We had gone to bed early, but went to sleep late, and I was in no mood to be up at five fucking o’clock. I stood in the shower, the warm water pouring over me until my mood improved. I decided since I was with child, I would take a nap this afternoon to get the extra sleep I was missing. After all, who was going to call me on it?
     
    Thirty minutes later I stepped out of the bedroom, ready except for makeup, and I couldn’t help but smile. Cain was sitting in his recliner, nude as the day he was born, talking about shipping schedules and wire transfers with someone on the phone. If they ever got one of those Dick Tracy video phone things working, Cain was going to be in trouble…unless it was a woman on the other end of the call. She might like the way he conducted business.
     
    I sashayed over to him and sat down on the arm of his chair before I began to play with his cock, just to be mean. He slapped my hand, making me giggle and jerk my hand back, but I paused only a moment before reaching for him again. He slapped at me again, but I was ready this time, and jerked my hand away and allowed him to slap himself. I managed to get back into the bedroom before I guffawed at the look on his face when he slapped his own cock.    
     
    When I had my laughter under control, I made our bed and wandered out of the room again. He covered himself with his free hand as he looked at me with a dramatically exaggerated look of terror that started me giggling again.
     
    I was still getting our breakfast together when he joined me in the kitchen as he made his goodbyes. I ignored him as I finished pouring up my bowl of Raisin Bran until I heard his phone beep.
     
    He pulled me forcibly around, staring into my