Page 18 of Sinful Sacrifice

Her fingers are no longer on my hair. Instead, both hands are digging into her sheets, giving her leverage to thrust her pussy against my face, grinding against it.

Feeding more of herself to me.

Wanting to be fucking devoured.

My blood hums, and I forget about everything, my every thought consumed with pleasing her.

This woman, she’s all mine. All fucking mine.

And for a man who just lost everything, that means the entire world to me.

Right now, I feel like I’ve lost control of everything.

That I have no one.

But Pippa is here, giving herself to me, proving I’m not alone.

She moans my name, begs for more, pleads for me to slow down—which I fucking don’t—and I can tell when she’s close.

Her body trembles.

As I glance up, I find her head thrashing from side to side.

“Come on my face right now, baby,” I demand, shoving four fingers inside her pussy. I lower one to her asshole and brush it against the rim. “Drown me with your cum.”

Her body jerks forward, and seconds later, my baby falls apart above me.

I lick her up.

Savor her taste until I’ve devoured all her cum.

I stand, unbuckle my pants, and lower them. My cock springs free.

Hard and red and throbbing for her.

Then, I stare down at her, blinking away tears.

I’m remembering shit now.

It’s all coming back.

A roller coaster suddenly rushing through my mind.

Pippa climbs onto her knees, and I wince as she holds my face in her hands, cradling it. “Use me, Damien.” She emphasizes each word by tightening her hold on my face. “Fuck me. Release your pain on me, and I promise, I’ll take all of it.”

I don’t move, and my muscles twitch beneath my skin.

“Use me, Damien,” she repeats, climbing higher to skim her lips against mine. “Please.”

That please snaps me back to this moment.

To her. To us.

As I crawl over her, I open the blazer. It's like revealing a gift, and I lick down her stomach before positioning my cock at her opening.

Just as I grip the base, she stops me, digging her nails into my forearm. “Condom. Nightstand drawer.”

My head spins, a surge of anger returning that I have to separate from her. But I remain calm while opening the drawer, snatching a rubber, and ripping it open with my teeth.

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