Page 24 of Sinful Sacrifice

He walked fine, carried me through the parking lot with not one groan or limp, and drove without showing pain.

In the back of my mind, I hate that I know he’s accustomed to pain.

I do a quick self-check for any transferred blood on me, but I’m clean. A gun sits on the vanity next to a pocketknife and brass knuckles. His vigilant eyes bore into mine as I move in closer. He draws in a long breath and curses beneath it.

“Pippa,” he starts, hissing in torment while attempting to stop me.

“Shh.” I press my finger to my mouth and sink to my knees on the tiled floor. Collecting his cold hands in mine, I softly kiss each knuckle.

His body tightens as if no one is supposed to touch him like this.

He stares down at me in shock as I lower his pants and briefs to his feet. His cock, growing harder by the second, springs free.

If I could see my reflection, I’m sure our expressions would match. I’m trying to appear more confident than I feel.

I’ve never been so impulsive before.

Reckless.

But right now, I don’t care. All I want to do is help Damien.

He drops his hand to stop me. “You don’t have to?—”

I shh him again and stare at his large cock while noticing a small scar on his right thigh. I slowly trace it with my thumb.

I’ve seen cocks before, obvi. His was inside me last night. But I didn’t get a close-up.

He’s the largest I’ve ever touched. The head has a purple hue, throbbing with need, and a bubble of pre-cum sits at the slit. It jerks when I wrap my hand around it. My fingers don’t even fit around his width. As I stroke him, his body relaxes, vertebra by vertebra.

A low moan escapes his throat as I work his cock. I slide forward, gaining a better grip. My mouth waters at how close it is to my face. I open it slightly, contemplating with myself.

Am I that daring?

I’m not normally a first-move girlie, especially when it comes to blow jobs. But with Damien, it seems I am.

Pleasing him is like an adrenaline rush.

Damien reaches down to grip the base of his cock. “Do you want to suck my cock, Pippa?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Look at me and say it.”

“I want to suck your cock, Damien.” I stare up at him with tired eyes, biting into my lip.

“Open up.” He drags his cock along the seam of my lips. “Let me feed it to you.” He tightens his hold and slips it inside my mouth, inch by inch.

When I’ve taken all of him in, he stills, waiting for me to do with him as I please.

He must know I’m at level one when it comes to experience from our other hookups. I’ve hit home runs, but I’m normally benched. Tonight, I want to show him I’m capable of more.

I slide my head forward, deep-throating him the best I can. Inhaling through my nose, I suck in my cheeks to create suction while bobbing my mouth along his cock.

I do this teasingly slow. My wish for this moment is to stay as intimate as it is. I wait until I can tell he’s excited, near the edge of his peak, before speeding up. I cup his balls with my hand and stroke him with the other.

“God, baby,” he groans, petting my hair and running his fingers through the strands. “Just like that. Suck it so good.”

He praises me but doesn’t force me to go faster or shove his cock farther.

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