Page 33 of Sinful Sacrifice

I spill my cum down her throat. Keeping a tight hold on her head, I don't allow her to move it. My body shakes like an earthquake underneath her.

I rise, separating the distance between us, and haul her to her feet. Not giving a shit how expensive her dress is, I rip it off her body and toss it on the floor. Her panties are the next to go.

“Bed. Now,” I demand. “Time for me to make you come on my tongue.”

As soon as her body hits the bed, I drop to my knees.

Bow down to my sweet dancer like she bowed down to me.

We’re so undeniably made for each other.

I swipe my tongue down her sweet pussy. Every time I taste her, it’s better and better. I eat her out and finger-fuck her, sucking on her clit every few seconds until she’s falling apart.

As she comes undone, I unbutton my shirt, remove my pants, and throw them aside. Right as I start to climb over her, she points at the nightstand.

“Condom,” she says between pants.

It’d be heaven to fuck Pippa bare, but she gets the final say. It’s Pippa’s pussy, so it’s Pippa’s choice. Hopefully, she’ll feel comfortable enough one day for me to fuck her with no barrier.

I quickly grab the condom and pass it to her. “Put it on me.”

She rolls it over my cock, and I grab her ankles, tugging her to the edge of the bed. As I situate my cock at her opening, I appreciate the beauty beneath me. Curly brown hair a wild mess, forming a halo around her head. Her lip gloss smeared, compliments of my cock.

I keep my grip on one ankle. I’ve never held something so fragile in my hands. Our eyes lock as I enter her. I don’t move, giving her time to adjust to my size.

Even though her pussy is soaked like a fucking river, she’s so tight that it still feels like a knot is tied around my cock.

I start out slow. That pace only lasts a few seconds. I lift her by the back of her thighs and pound into her. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room.

I let my anger, my frustration, out on her pussy, and she takes it all. She falls apart first, and her body is nearly limp as I lower her to her back and come. I switch out condoms and then fuck her slow and missionary.

By the time we come for the third time, our bodies are exhausted and sore.

I thought the best prescription for my grief was violence.

Turns out, it’s Pippa’s pussy.

Pippa’s mouth around my cock.

And while temporary, it’s a pleasant reprieve.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t kill men after.

When I wake up the following morning, Pippa is peacefully sleeping.

I wore my girl out last night. Hell, I wore both of us out. Every muscle in my entire body aches.

I swipe her phone from the nightstand, punch in her passcode, and save my info in her Contacts. When I’m finished, I kneel next to her, brushing her hair from her angelic face.

“I have to go,” I whisper. “I saved my number in your phone. Get some rest, baby.”

She releases a sleepy yawn. “Can’t you stay longer? You need rest too.”

“As much as I’d love that, I can’t.”

She watches me as I stand and walk toward the doorway.

“Be safe, Damien,” she says. “I’m here if there’s anything I can help with.”

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