Page 31 of Sinful Sacrifice

Show him mine.

Our eye contact stays unbroken as he allows me all the time I need to respond. Not that I need much time. My body is ready to combust with need for him.

At this point, he could say he plans to chop off a limb after we have sex, and my vagina would ask, Sure, but can you make me come first?

I trace the shape of his lips with my finger before venturing them through his cheek scruff, remembering how rough it felt between my legs. In slow motion, I lower it to his hard erection and clench my thighs.

He tries to stifle a groan but can’t fully restrain it. “Is that a yes?”

Is it?

I flash a playful smile. “Maybe.”

“I need to hear you say it with one hundred percent certainty. Tell me that you’re ready for me—all of me—and I’ll fuck you so good that you’ll never regret it.”

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I sit there, legs spread wide, my cock throbbing in anticipation. Pippa’s dress falls over our laps, her panties brushing against my pants-covered erection. My cologne mixes with her perfume, creating the perfect aroma in the air.

It’s important she understands who I am. I’ll always keep secrets from her.

I’m not deceitful.

I just know it’s dangerous for us both.

I’ve never warned a woman like this. There haven’t been many to tell, honestly. I’ve fucked three women—all of them casual and forced to sign NDAs.

But Pippa is different.

She saw me at my most vulnerable.

At my moment of weakness.

I release a sharp hiss when she rolls her hips forward, her pussy gliding along my cock.

Fuck, my sweet dancer.

“Say it, baby.” I clamp my hands on her waist, holding her still, and thrust my hips forward. “Say you’re ready for all of me because I’m fucking desperate for all of you.”

My words linger in the air for only a second before she says, “I want all of you, Damien. I crave your entirety.”

Adrenaline dashes through me like I’ve taken an upper.

I’ll fuck her until neither of us can walk for giving me this.

For saying yes and accepting me.

Cupping the back of her head, I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug her closer to devour her mouth.

“Damien,” she moans as I pick her up, carrying her to the bedroom.

I flick on the light, and instead of laying her on the bed, I guide her to kneel at my feet.

“You want all of me?” I unbuckle my pants.

Her lust-filled eyes stare up at me in hunger. I’m sure mine are even more intense. Her throat moves as she swallows like she knows I’m about to abuse the fuck out of her throat.

I plunge my hand into her thick hair, my cock throbbing, and yank her face to my crotch. My roughness doesn’t deter her. The way her pupils dilate shows more excitement than fear. Her movements are rushed as she shoves down my pants and briefs. My cock springs free, pre-cum already coating the tip.

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