All Chapters of Satisfying Her Darkest Fantasies: Chapter 591 - Chapter 600

“Ah God, that feels good.” She gasped, her head falling back as she rode him and rubbed her clit against his perfectly placed fingers. Her pleasure built slowly. She was nearing her peak when Eric grabbed her hips to hold her down on his shaft as he shuddered in bliss.“Fuck,” he cried. When his trembling stilled, he whispered, “Sorry.” Eric forced his unfocused eyes open.She leaned forward and kissed him. “It’s okay,” she assured him. “Stop apologizing.”“Did you come?”She was tempted to lie and tell him that she had, but they’d started this relationship with honesty, and she wasn’t about to lie now. “Not yet.”“I really am sorry. You just feel so good. I can’t focus on anything but your Certified Grade A pu**y.”“My what?”He closed one eye and winced. “Certified… Grade A… pussy…”She chuckled and shook her head. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”“You should,” he insisted. “Few pussies get that distinction.”“I was close, Eric. I just needed another minute, and I would have come.”

He was that transparent, was he? She was right. They would have other nights. Days. Evenings. Mornings. Afternoons. Hopefully, a lifetime full of them.“Let’s go take a shower,” she said.Eric lifted his head about an inch off the pillow but couldn’t muster the strength to open his eyes and look at her. “Together?”“Unless you have a better idea.”“It’s a great idea. I just don’t think I can stand.” He dropped his head back on the pillow. “You wore me out, woman.”“Awww, poor baby. Did I ride my cowboy too long?” she asked, grabbing the cowboy hat from the bed and squashing it on his head.He grinned. “I’m not complaining.”“Perhaps if you hadn’t insisted that you had a six-shooter.” She giggled and ran a finger down his limp cock. Eric doubted it would ever work again.“I should have stopped after three.”“You lasted over half an hour that last time.” She rose on one arm, knocked his hat back, and looked at him. “Seems my theory was correct.”“I’m surprised I came that last time. I d

The store manager paused before their folding table. “Are you two ready for this? There’s been a line through the mall all day. They started lining up outside the doors last night even though the temps are subzero.”Sinners’ fans were awesome and more than a little crazy. Eric glanced over his shoulder, relieved to see their head of security, Mitch, watching in case some awesome fan got a little overexcited.“Let them in,” Trey said. “Let’s hope they don’t kill us when they realize Master Sinclair isn’t here.”“Or Sed,” Eric added.“How did he get out of this?” Trey asked.“Hell if I know.”There was an ear-shattering cacophony of excited squeals overlaid with roars of masculine approval. The first of their fans hit the table with enough force to send CDs scattering.“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” the first pair of girls in line screamed in unison. They looked like they spent all their parents’ money at Goth World.“What’s your name, sweetheart?” Trey asked to the blond

Eric jerked on the scarves cutting into his wrists. Next time Rebekah wanted to tie him up, he’d insist on borrowing restraints from Jace. His skin was raw. “Get your hands off me,” Rebekah shouted in the corridor. “Rebekah?” Eric called. “Oh f**k, baby. You aren’t wearing any panties,” Jon said. “This is your final warning,” she said. Eric yanked harder on the scarves. “You better not be touching her, Jon!” “Watcha gonna do about it, Eric?” There was a loud thud. “Rebekah?” Eric called, his heart thumping with panic. She appeared a moment later carrying a huge chef’s knife. Eric’s heart skipped a beat. “Did you kill him?” She closed the door and smiled. “Do you see any blood?” she asked, holding up her clean knife. She approached the bed and started sawing on one scarf. “Jon messed with the wrong girl. My brother taught me how to defend myself.” As soon as she freed one arm, Eric grabbed Rebekah around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. He squirmed, trying to find her sl

“This is more important.”Brian climbed to his feet. Standing in the aisle, he dialed his wife and fidgeted with a chain hanging from his belt loop as he waited for her to answer. His features softened the second he heard her voice.“Does this mean…” he said. His bright smile could only mean she’d affirmed their suspicions. “When?” He bit his lip. “July? I can’t wait that long.” He shook his head and chuckled. “God, I want to hold you right now.” He swallowed hard and noticed that the entire band and Rebekah were staring. He pressed on one eyelid with his fingertips, turned on his heel, and disappeared into the back bedroom. As soon as the door closed, Rebekah turned to look at Eric.He smiled slightly and mouthed, “Are you okay?”She nodded. Sure, she’d never know the joy of telling the man she loved that he was going to be a father, but she was happy for Brian. She knew how much he wanted a baby.“This sucks balls,” Trey grumbled. He slid off the table and shut himself in the bathro