Thieves and Sinners 3

Christian’s the final piece on Shalina’s fuck-it list tonight. She wants him up at nine, already wet before she even texts him, but he leaves her hanging. Plays it cool. Shalina paces the room in nothing but a black slip, nipples tight against the silk, until the knock finally lands. Door barely opens and he’s on her—big hands gripping her ass like he owns it, dragging her hips to his so she feels how hard he is already. She grins, mouth open, breath catching, but he stays silent, pushes her back onto the bed. The slip rides up; he pins her wrists above her head with one hand, the other spreading her thighs. He works two fingers straight in, watches her head fall back and her legs kick once at the sudden stretch. She’s dripping, cunt sucking him deeper with every twist of his wrist. He doesn’t rush—sets the rhythm to a slow, mean grind until her hips chase it. Then he pulls out, stands, drops his belt and lets his cock slap heavy against her stomach. “Nine sharp, huh?” he says, smirking down at her. Shalina’s answer is a wet sound and her legs trying to wrap around him. Christian lines up, shoves in deep on the first thrust, bottoming out hard enough to make her breath hitch. He fucks her in long, nasty strokes, thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles until her abs tighten and her eyes glaze. When she comes he doesn’t slow—just leans over, fingers on her throat, driving through the aftershocks while she grips the sheets and swears. He doesn’t bother pulling out; he shoots inside her with a low grunt, fills her until it leaks around his cock. Then he slaps her thigh, grins, and says the next round starts when she’s earned it.