Page 10 of The Sin of True Love

I lead her upstairs to the second floor, half of which is finished. The view from here is spectacular, with plate-glass windows looking out over the lake. I smile as she looks out and keep my hand on hers as I take her into the master bedroom and close the thick, white oak door behind us.

I hear the latch shut, and that’s it. That’s when my ability to control myself ends.

I’m on her. I press her up against the wall, pinning both of her arms up beside her head, and stare directly into her eyes. They’re lit up with shock, and her cheeks are blooming red with blush.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment we met,” I say.

Her lips part, but all I hear is breath. Her eyes move down to my mouth. She’s unable to speak, but that’s all I need for an invitation.

I move right in and do what I’ve been dying to do since I saw her two days ago.

I kiss her.

Her lips are so smooth and wet. Their warmth has me lusting, and visions of her pussy instantly enter my mind. What does it look like? Does she shave? Christ, I bet she’s so goddamn tight.

She moans. Kisses me back. Our tongues dances across each other, and I slip one hand up the back of her neck, grasping her like she belongs to me.

Every ounce of blood in my body must have rushed to my cock. I’m hard as a piece of steel rebar holding up the very walls of the house we’re standing in right now.

I growl into my hungry kiss, buried into her mouth. This is it. I can’t believe this is happening. Michelle rocks her hips into me, telling me with her body that she wants more.

I reach down between her legs and press against her pussy, hiding from me beneath the fabric of her jeans.

She moans again. Louder this time, and right back into my mouth. It’s like the breath of an angel filling my lungs.

With two fingers, I rub her right where her magic spot should be, and I’m right on. Michelle’s back arches, and she presses tits against my chest, so plump and so perky. Her lips break free from mine, and she falls against me, clutching me tightly with both arms to keep herself from falling.

“Oh my God…” she whimpers. “Casey.”

I move my fingers in circles. A shudder bucks through her, and my urges to take her and claim her threaten to overwhelm me. With my other hand, I reach for the button of her jeans. But just as I pop it and go for her zipper, she pulls away.

“Wait wait wait wait wait,” she says, running her hand through her hair.

“What is it?” I ask. “Are you okay?”

She sucks a deep breath, again drawing my eyes to her tits and doing nothing to calm me down.

“Yeah, no–I just. I’m engaged, Casey.”

I almost can’t believe what I’m hearing.

“Michelle. What–are you serious?”

It takes her a moment to look up at me, but when she finally does, I see that she is. She looks almost ashamed, but she’s not messing with me.

“Michelle, come on.” I’m practically pleading now. “You were engaged because your dad said so! To a guy who’s a major asshole! He was tracking your phone, for Christ’s sake. You should have control over your own life!”

She looks down at the floor and buttons her jeans. She nods and replies, “I know. You’re right, Casey. I know.”

Her voice is so soft I can barely hear her. I want to do something. I need to act. But what can I do if she doesn’t want me?

“Michelle, listen to me–”

I step in and reach for her hand, but as I do, she rushes past me and out the door. I hear the sound of her footsteps going down the stairs as I’m left standing there, alone in the empty future-bedroom that she will one day share with her husband.

Her husband that she’s made clear will not be me.

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