Page 157 of Sinful Sacrifice

“I’m not waiting one more day to make you mine.” He brushes his hand along my face, sliding hair from my eyes. “I’ll give you the perfect wedding later, whatever you want, but I’m done waiting. Today, I’ll call you my wife.” He lowers my hand on his chest down to his hard cock. “Now, ride your soon-to-be husband’s dick, my sweet dancer.”

He curls his free hand around the back of my neck and pulls me forward. Our lips meet, the kiss heavy, and he immediately slips his tongue inside my mouth.

We make out, my hips grinding against his cock, before he raises me to push down his pants. His throbbing dick springs free.

“Condom?” he asks. Unless we forget, which we have a few times, he usually always asks first.

“No condom.” I grip his shoulders. “I want to feel all of you inside me.”

He rips my panties and slams me down on his cock with no warning.

We moan as I grind against him, finding my pace. Waves of pleasure swoosh through me as he eases his hand up my stomach to cup my breast. It feels like he’s leaving a path of fire everywhere he touches me.

He turns my skin warm.

I thaw out his heart.

We balance each other.

“It’s always so perfect with you,” I pant. “Your big cock feels so good.”

“Fuuuuck,” he says around a long groan. “I love feeling your pussy clench around my dick.” He lowers his head to my chest and sucks my nipple.

The room is the epitome of sex-starved.

The loud, desperate moans.

The sound of our bodies slapping against each other’s.

The begging for more.

I slip my fingers through his hair, holding him against my chest as he sucks my other nipple.

I ride him harder, starving for more and needing to feel every inch of him. He always makes me feel like I’m on top of the world.

“I’m almost there … almost there,” I say, sounding like I’m babbling.

He takes a deep breath, separating from my chest, and locks his hands on my waist. As if on cue, knowing I’m about to fall apart, he holds me in place and fucks me hard.

“Oh God, right there,” I groan. “Please don’t fucking stop.” I rest my head on his shoulder and bite into the skin as he pounds into me, hitting my G-spot as if it’s the only direction he knows to take.

He fucks me hard.

So fucking hard.

I bite into his skin again as a burst of pleasure courses through me. I lose all power of my body, and I cry out his name. He continues relentlessly fucking me so hard that my head hits the headboard a few times.

I lower my head and kiss him.

His muscles clench, tightening, and I know he’s close.

“Come inside me. Fill me up,” I say into his mouth. “You said you were going to put a baby inside me when we were in the woods? Do it.” I’m not sure how I manage to put a hint of warning in my voice, considering he’s fucked nearly every ounce of energy out of me.

But it does the job.

He jabs his hips forward and holds us still, connected, as if wanting to make sure he fills me with every drop of his cum.

He groans as my sweaty body falls on his.

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