Page 48 of A Sinner's Virtue
“I did. So much.”
I push to my feet and climb in next to her. “I missed you so fucking much,” I tell her. My hand wraps around the back of her head and I slam my lips down on hers. Then I kiss her like a man starved. I am one after all. I’ve gone a month without feeling these lips. Pulling back from the kiss, I lean my forehead against hers. “I fucking missed you so damn much, Zoe. I’ve been jerking off to the memory of you so much I think I’ve given myself carpal tunnel.”
“Really? Well, I’m back now. What are you going to do with me?”
When I peer up again, I find Zoe smiling wide with lust in her eyes. Her cheeks are rosy and her nipples are hard through the thin material of her shirt. “You want me to show you just how much I missed this body of yours? How much I’ve been dreaming of sinking into your tight little cunt?”
Zoe lets out a moan, nodding as she says, “Show me.”
“Fucking gladly,” I grunt, pulling my shirt over my head from behind my back. “Tell me, babe, how much did you touch your pussy thinking of me while you were gone?”
Zoe’s face turns bright red and she shakes her head.
“Don’t lie to me, Zoe.”
“Fine, I might have touched myself once or twice,” she admits in a weak voice.
“Just once or twice?”
“Maybe more.” Her eyes rake up and down my now naked torso.
Standing up, I undo my belt, then the button and fly of my jeans. I reach into my back pocket, pull out a condom, and place it on the bed. I then proceed to drop my jeans and boxers to the floor, stepping out of them and kicking them aside.
Zoe licks her lips, her eyes drinking me in. “So much better in person,” she mumbles.
“Zoe, are you objectifying me?” I laugh before climbing onto the bed.
“I am. But that body was made to be objectified,” she says, placing her hands on my chest. “Change of plans… I’m going to show you just how much I missed you.” She pushes until I fall backwards on my back.
My breath hitches when she tugs her shirt over her head. She’s not wearing a damn thing under it. “Fuck me,” I hiss out.
“I plan on it.” Zoe smirks, straddling me while her pussy rubs against my cock.
“Oh, fuck.” My hands land on her hips, then inch upwards until I reach her breasts. Pinching her nipples between my fingers. Zoe tips her head backwards. Her pelvis grinds down harder, her pussy weeping all over my cock.
“Oh god!” she yells out, her hands resting on my pecs as she lifts her hips slightly. I line my cock up with her entrance and she sinks herself down.
“Fuck, Zoe. Fuck,” I hiss out. I know it’s been a while, but I don’t remember it ever feeling this fucking good. Then realisation hits me. The condom… I’m not fucking wearing it. “Shit, babe, stop.” My hand grabs at her hips, lifting her off me.
“What’s wrong?” Zoe looks down, concern marring her features.
“Condom,” I grit out between clenched teeth while nodding my head toward where the foil packet is still sitting next to us on the bed. “We need a condom.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
He stopped me to get a condom…
“Sorry,” I mumble, feeling slightly embarrassed. But my attempt to slide off him is short-lived when Marcel’s grip on my hips tightens.
“Don’t move,” he says while reaching for the little foil packet. “This is happening, Zoe. I’m not stopping you for myself, babe. I’m using the protection for you. I don’t want you to ever regret being with me. I’d be totally cool with knocking you up—somehow I don’t think you’d be as cool with it, though.”
“You’re worried about me getting pregnant?” I ask him.
“No, I’m worried that you’re not ready to get pregnant,” he clarifies.
“Oh.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip. I thought he didn’t want to be with me without protection for his own safety. Maybe because he thinks I’m not clean or something. I mean, I am. I’ve been checked regularly. Despite what the lab results might say, I’ve never felt clean. Not since my father sold me into sex slavery.
I shake the thoughts from my head.
