Page 90 of Sinful Sacrifice

I step back as she moans my name and hurriedly unbuckle my pants and shove them down to my knees. I don’t bother kicking them off or removing my shoes. I raise my button-up, holding it with one hand, while gripping my cock with the other.

All that’s coming from Pippa are moans and begs for me to fuck her.

“Condom,” she pants.

I open her panty drawer to collect one. I keep rubbers stashed all over this place now. I speedily rip it open with my teeth, toss the wrapper on the floor, and roll it onto my throbbing cock.

I’ll die if I’m not inside her soon.

“Damien, hurry.” She tightens her legs around my waist to jerk me closer, giving Ace a run for his money on grip action. “I need you inside me before I fuck myself with my own fingers.”

Oh, she has threats, huh?

I anchor one hand on her waist, the other on my cock, and thrust inside her. Her body drives up, sliding along the island, but I don’t let up.

I fuck my sweet dancer, the woman I love, how she deserves to be fucked.

She moans, her back arching. My hips will be bruised after impaling the island repeatedly. She whips her head from side to side, throwing her arm out and knocking shit off the island. My dick throbs, swelling inside her and needing more.

“You said you’re mine,” I say, sliding my hand up her stomach, over her bra, and to her throat. I stretch it around her neck, my eyes boring into hers. Her eyes widen as I circle my grip to behind her neck and raise her head. Bowing mine, I meet her in the middle. “No goddamn take-backs.”

All my life, I’ve told people we don’t give refunds at Lucky Kings.

I’m not about to change that now in my own home.

Her muscles contract around my cock, her pussy growing wetter, the juices slapping against my thighs. She tenses her muscles, her face scrunching, and I keep her face up as she comes apart beneath me.

Mine is building, building, building.

My dick throbs with the need to release, and when I do, I feel my cum pumping out of me. I throw my head back, ramming my hips forward, and plant myself inside her.

We’re catching our breaths.

Coming down from our high.

But just like I told her in the theater, I’m not done with her yet.

I’ll never be.

I slowly pull out, toss the condom in the trash, put on another, and then fuck her on the vanity. It’s hard and rough.

Then, I move her to our bed, where I make love to her, nice and slow, putting her back together.

And when I collapse on top of her and spread my hand over her damp hair, I smile. “You’re all mine, sweet dancer.”

She returns the smile. “And you’re all mine.”

“No fucking take-backs.”

30

I’m leaving Brew Bliss after my shift when my mom calls me.

“Pippa, honey,” she says as I climb into the passenger seat of Julian’s Mercedes. “Are you busy?”

“Nope,” I reply. “Just getting off work.”

“Come meet me. I have a surprise.”

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