Page 68 of My Favorite Sin

Dan’s praise, along with his hands roaming my body, sends shivers down my spine.

On his next thrust, his teeth clench and he sucks in a sharp hiss of air. “I’ve thought about this every day, Ally. Every single day for years.”

“Me too.” I can barely form the words, I’m so overcome by the connection we share in this moment.

“You told me to not hold back on you. I can’t keep this slow pace much longer. You have no idea how hard I want to fuck this little body of yours.”

“Do it. Please.”

Dan’s hands, once gentle, now grip my hips fiercely, pulling me onto his cock with each thrust. I whimper as he hits a spot inside me that makes my toes curl. My back curves, trying to get him deeper.

I can feel myself slipping away from reality, overcome by the pleasure he’s giving me. His thrusts are now ragged and desperate, his moans growing louder with each one. He’s not holding anything back, only taking me harder and faster, and I’m lost in the connection of our bodies, finally becoming one. Lost in the dizzying pleasure that spreads through my entire body. Dan has taken control of me, and I’m loving every second of it. The feeling of his cock filling me up and the raw power of his movements drive me wild. This is all I’ve ever wanted, to be Dan’s to fuck.

Our bodies slap together in a perfect unison, our sweat mingling as we both reach a state of complete surrender to the moment. The way we move together is raw and primal. Dan’s eyes are locked onto mine, never breaking the connection as he thrusts deeper and harder, creating a low, guttural moan that echoes through the room.

He leans down, nipping at my neck and collarbone, a mix of pain and pleasure. His lips return to mine, each kiss more consuming, our breaths mingling as we continue to fuck with an intensity that’s both exhilarating and terrifying, because I know I am going to be broken for life after this.

The sensation of his dick sliding in and out of me isdriving me wild, every thrust rubbing against my clit and eliciting a new cry of pleasure.

“You’re taking my dick so well,” Dan grunts. “I knew you would.”

I nod, too overwhelmed to speak.

“You’re getting close. I can feel your pussy growing tighter. Clench your muscles around my cock on purpose.”

I follow the instructions, squeezing my inner muscles, and an unexpected rush of pleasure shoots through me, making my neck arch.

“That’s it. Good girl. You like that, huh? Do it again. I’m going to make you come on my cock.”

I squeeze, the heat growing in my pussy, pulling me close to my climax.

His lips brush along mine and he murmurs, “You and I are perfect for each other. Never forget it.”

Hearing Dan speak those words makes my muscles tighten around his cock involuntarily, and I can’t hold back any longer. I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as I reach my peak. My orgasm arrives in an explosion of mind-numbing ecstasy, every nerve ending in my body alight.

“Fuck, Ally. I need to fill you with my cum.”

“Yes,please,” I beg through my orgasm, my legs tightening around his waist, locking him deep within me so he can’t pull out even if he tries.

His thrusts become erratic, each one impaling me deeper, harder, until finally he groans the most incredible sounds I’ve ever heard, filling me with his release. I feel his hips convulse, his cock twitching inside me as he floods me. Every inch of my body is tingling, singing with bliss. This is what I’ve always wanted, needed, to have Dan come inside me. To be marked by his cum. Claimed and owned.

Dan’s rhythm slows down to a gentle pump, and he kisses me through the movement until we find stillness. We lay here, spent and panting, sharing breath in the blue light, his cock still inside me. The moment is perfect, everything I imagined it would be and more.

“Thank you,” Dan murmurs against my lips. There’s vulnerability in his voice again, like when he kneeled in front of me on the couch, tending to my wound.

“For what?”

“Giving this day a new meaning. There’ll always be sadness, but now, this memory of you overpowers everything else.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

DAN

Mid-morning, Ally potters around my bedroom, blissfully humming a song while packing her belongings. My eyes never leave her as I sit on the edge of my bed, shuffling my neon cards and admiring the shape of her as she changes into a dress. The flashbacks of last night are non-stop. I’ve owned that tight little body of Ally’s in ways I never should have, and instead of the sex quenching my thirst for her, it’s made me more addicted.

Nothing compares to feeling Ally coming on my dick.

Me, coming inside her.

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