Page 17 of Sinful Sacrifice

When she answered the door, wearing my blazer, it heated my blood. I’d never set my eyes on something so perfect.

Like she’s mine, all mine.

But my chaotic mind knew I could do better.

As sexy as she looked wearing my clothes, having her naked would be better.

No, her tight, naked body writhing underneath mine would triumph over everything.

I slide my hand from Pippa’s face to her chest and press her flat against the mattress. The blankets are a wild mess. My other hand follows, both trailing down each side of her waist, slipping down her bare legs. Her smooth skin soothes my anger and rage like the earth’s mantle holding a volcano’s magma.

My precious dancer is too soft for me.

Too sinless.

Too fucking good.

But I want to desecrate that from her.

Destruct her soul, make it match with mine.

I drop to my knees, kneeling to her pussy, inhaling the sweet smell.

My mouth is salivating for her, counting down the seconds before I taste her sweet cum. My cock jerks in my pants.

The ceiling fan whirs above us as I lick my lips and trail the tip of my finger along her slit. Her juices are already drenching my finger.

I hold it there, allowing the liquid to soak into my skin.

My dancer is ready for me.

Dripping and waiting.

I’m so close to her pussy that I feel like I might die if I don’t taste her again.

“Pippa,” I say, continuing my teasing. “Tell me you want my mouth on your pussy, baby.”

“Damien,” she moans, holding herself on her elbows and staring at me.

“Say it,” I demand, driving three fingers inside her. “Tell me you want me to taste your sweet pussy. That it’s been waiting for me to come back.”

Half her body slumps on the bed as she lowers one elbow to grip my hair.

“It’s all I’ve thought about since you left,” she confesses.

That’s my green light.

I dive my entire face between her legs, soaking it, and ravish her pussy relentlessly.

I turn wild as I fuck her with my fingers.

Sucking and licking as if I’ll never get enough of her.

I bite into her thigh, wanting to mark her so she knows who she belongs to.

I’m rough, harsh, my every touch brutal.

Her body squirms, and she moans above me.

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