Page 69 of Sin

Fuck, I want it to be true, but it’s insane. Lily doesn’t want to get married. She views the whole institution of marriage as a loss of freedom for women.

I could never cage her. I would rather stand in awe of her from the sidelines than risk extinguishing her flame.

The thought that she might be my future wife is probably just my tired, aching heart trying to convince myself that I’ve done nothing wrong. Didn’t my dad do the same thing? When he left my mom, he told her it was because he fell in love. That God finally brought him his soulmate. The only wrong thing about it was the timing.

I think he believed his own lies. He used them as a shield against his sin.

I always believed I was stronger than my dad. I can own my mistakes. I don’t need to delude myself to be okay with my actions.

Yet here I am feeling the same pull. Maybe I’m just as vulnerable, seeking justification where there is none. Am I really following my heart, or am I repeating his mistakes, trying to justify my actions and escape the guilt in the same way?

Lily shifts again, and the sheets rustle softly against my skin. “I can’t sleep unless you’re holding me,” she mutters.

My body tenses. “I can’t. If I hold you, I’ll want more. You need your rest.”

She smiles lazily. “A quickie might help me sleep better.”

“No.” My voice is hoarse with temptation. “You’ve been tossing and turning all night. You need real sleep now.”

She sets her hand on my belly, trailing it downward. “Come on, big guy. Give me that cock.”

My need for her ignites within my body like embers flaring to life. With a groan, I roll on top of her. I capture her lips with mine, kissing her with a searing intensity. For all I know, this may be one of my last chances before my sin finally catches up with me.

I’m going to make it count.

As quickly as I can, I free my cock and yank down her panties, not bothering to pull them all the way off. I find her clit so I can ready her for me. Fuck, I need to be inside her soon.

If I could, I would live inside her for the uncertain time we have left. Eventually, God is going to fill my heart with guilt. I don’t know why he’s taking so long, but I know he’s hovering at the edges of my consciousness, waiting to strike.

When I rub her clit in a rapid up-and-down motion, she hums, wiggling her hips. I lower my mouth to her ear. “Good girl. Take what you want from me.”

She whimpers as she grinds herself against my hand. Within seconds, a delightful moisture gathers between her thighs. I caress my fingers through it, enjoying the juicy sound it makes.

I position myself at her entrance and look into her eyes. “I’ll try to be gentle, sassy girl. I don’t want to wear you out.”

She places her hand on my cheek. “You don’t have to,” she rasps. “Your sassy girl likes it rough, even when she’s sick.”

I push deep inside her, hissing as she clasps around me. Fuck, she’s so tight and hot.

Perfect.

“Yes,” I growl. “You’re my sassy girl. Mine.”

“Yours,” she says on an exhale, digging her fingers into my shoulders.

Our bodies move in sync, as if we were born joined together. Each thrust is met with a moan. Sweat beads on my forehead as we grind against each other.

The room fills with the sounds of slapping skin and gasps. An overwhelming need consumes my body.

“Tell me you belong to me,” I command, trying to quench the ache.

Her eyes are glazed. “I’m yours.”

It’s not enough.

It could never be enough.

I wrap my arms around her and lift us both to a sitting position. Her pussy clenches around my cock as a distant voice in my head tells me I’m working her too hard. That I should let her rest with her back on the bed while I bring her to completion.

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