Page 65 of Sinful Sacrifice

He shoves them, along with his briefs, down to his ankles. My heart thrashes in my chest as I take the last step and his cock springs free.

It’s hard, throbbing, pre-cum already on the tip.

He spits in his hand and slowly starts stroking himself. I peer down at him, watching his gaze sweep down and land on my bare pussy. He licks his lips and slumps down in the chair, as if wanting a better look.

“Quit playing games and ride this cock,” he grunts.

I sink my toes into the rug before palming his shoulders and pushing them backward. His gaze returns to mine as his body flattens against the chair. Silence surrounds us as I slowly straddle him. He hisses under his breath as I grind my hips forward a few times, rubbing my pussy against his cock. I stare, fascinated at our connection and how my juices are coating him.

He curls his fingers into my waist, lifts me until I’m above his cock, and slams me down on it. “You move too slow, baby. I need to fuck this pussy quick because I can’t stay long.”

I gasp, my back arching, as he fills me. His cock expands inside me.

Damien doesn’t give me time to adjust to his size.

I grip his shoulders and dig my nails into them as he holds me in place, pumping in and out of me. He turns his waist, making me feel him from every angle.

My teeth chatter. He’s holding me so tight and fucking me.

I get closer and closer and closer.

My orgasm building.

My body warming from the inside out.

I slump forward, shoving my face into his neck, and nearly feel like a rag doll as he fucks me. His thumb finds my clit, and he bites into my shoulder before coming inside me.

That’s when reality hits me.

My eyes flick to his.

Wide and stunned.

Seconds later, he lowers his gaze to our connection.

When he winces, I know he’s realized the same.

We didn’t use a condom.

“Shit, sorry, Pippa.” He bows his head forward and curses under his breath.

“It’s okay.” I pat his shoulder while trying to control my breathing. “I forgot too.”

We were so caught up in the moment.

Story of every surprise pregnancy.

Neither of us speaks as he guides me back up and down his cock, as if entranced by his cum inside me.

He bites into his lower lip and groans, “That’s so fucking hot.”

I moan, rotating my hips to where I’m nearly fucking him again.

“What a fucking sight,” he grunts. “Your waxed pussy leaking with my cum. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, baby.”

I moan, staring down, just as obsessed.

This man. His filthy mouth. It’s all perfection.

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