Page 22 of The Sin of True Love

I sail over the cliff of bliss like a bird flying off into the sunset. My mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. I lean against Casey’s chest and grip his cock hard as my body pulsates with unbridled pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” he comforts me. “Come. Come.”

Just as I’m about to regain my senses, Casey’s fingers slip through my wet hair, and he’s forcing me down to my knees. I look up just as he pushes his cock into my already open mouth.

This is it. My first blowjob.

I have no idea what I’m doing. But like last night, Casey guides me, showing me exactly what to do.

“Just like this,” he says, his voice deep and guttural. He moves his hips back and forth, doing some of the work for me, then grips my hands and guides me in how to stroke his shaft as I suck him.

“Good girl.”

His praise ignites my already heated body. His cock is swollen thick, but I can feel it somehow growing as he pushes deeper with each stroke. He doesn’t have to say anything. I know he’s about to come.

“Get ready to swallow,” he tells me. “I’ve got a lot for you.”

Excitement grips me. So many new things in such a short amount of time. I take a breath and ready myself. Casey looks down at me, his eyes narrow and fiery. His abs go tight, and he reaches down and grabs my right breast.

“I’m coming, baby.”

The sweet and salty explosion of Casey’s cum splashes across my tongue and the inside of my cheeks. I swallow as quickly as I can, holding his cock in my mouth as the sounds of his groans reverberate off the shower walls.

There’s so much, but I refuse to fail. I will not back off and ruin this for him. I keep my mouth clasped over his cock until he finally lets out a deep sigh and pulls back. Only then do I fully swallow everything and gasp for breath.

“Oh, wow,” I say, looking up at Casey for affirmation. I expect to see him leaning back against the shower wall, eyes closed and panting. But instead, I see him already leaning down for me. He grabs me by the waist and hoists me to my feet.

He pulls me right to him and goes to kiss me on the lips, which for a moment, I can’t believe. I’ve heard Jerry’s asshole friends talk about how they never kiss a girl after they’ve just “been sucked off,” so I guess I just kind of figured that’s how all guys were. But Casey kisses me right on the lips like he couldn’t care less.

“You are amazing,” he tells me, grabbing a loofa and some body wash from beside him. He smiles at me, his charm melting my insides. “May I wash you, princess?”

How have I met such a perfect man, I wonder as he gently goes over my body. I go over his with a simple bar of scentless soap, and after that, we both wash our hair. Thankfully the homeowner has tons of clean towels. We dry off and make our way back downstairs, just in time to see the gorgeous sunrise over the trees.

“My dad’s house must be like ten times this size,” I muse. I turn and look at Casey. “But if I was with you, I wouldn’t need more than this to be happy.”

“Hey, I’m supposed to be the one to say something romantic like that.” He smirks, taking me into his arms.

“That thing you mentioned about my dad before. You said you were going to expose him and the Williams family. How?”

Casey takes in a deep breath, like he doesn’t want to say what he’s about to say. “I know he’s your father, Michelle. But he’s been skimming money from the church for years and using it to make himself rich.”

It’s like a blanket of realization settles over me. I nod and step away from Casey and go over to the window.

How simple the forest is. Only nature. No politics, no humans angling for power. Nothing but a beautiful landscape to admire.

“I thought he might be doing that.”

“You did?” Casey asks. “What makes you say that?”

I turn to face him. I can see the interest written across his face.

“Before we were really wealthy, back when my mom was alive, whenever something would come up where my dad needed something–a boat, a pool, a cabin–he’d just throw some fundraiser for the church, and we’d suddenly have the money for it.”

“Son of a–” Casey curses under his breath but stops himself before he finishes. “Do you think you could get proof of this? Your father’s records at home maybe?”

I feel myself go tense. Even now, after all this, I’m still nervous about following through.

“I don’t know, Casey,” I admit. “I hate him, but at the end of the day, he’s still my father. What if he goes to prison?”

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