Page 52 of Be My Sacrifice

“What if I don’t want to do it all on my own? What… if I need… some… help?” She stares up at me from lashes sitting at half-mast, and swipes her tongue along her bottom lip. My breathing picks up with every word that leaves her pretty mouth, as I observe her eyes growing larger and her pupils dilating.

If I didn’t know I was a twenty-nine-year-old man, hardened from the war and battle-scarred, I would think I was nothing but a teenager about to fall at this girl’s feet, with how nervous she was making me. My body heats with a light sheen of perspiration, even as the sound of my blood rushes in my ears, as I try to convince my body to behave. My fingers ache to caress her, and feel her soft and silky hair flow through them. I clench my hands tightly into fists to stop myself from giving in to the urge.

I bend forward, towering over her, allowing my breath to slide across her face. I position my lips just an inch away from the shell of her ear, careful not to actually touch her, while sparks fly between us. “We don’t always get what we want, Dinah.”

Her fingers dig into my skin, and the heat coming off her scorches me, even through the fabric layer between us. I remain utterly still as she processes my words, believing that at any second, she will step back and stop this perilous game. Instead, she surprises the hell out of me, and her hand slides lower, gracing my abs and stopping at the button of my pants. She leans forward until her lips press against the shirt covering my chest, right smack in the middle, my large body trembling with her touch.

“We should, though. Life is too short, Sammy, to deny ourselves some of life’s pleasures, especially when we are forced to live in a world filled with misery.”

She mumbles the words into my chest, and they go straight down to my cock, which is now straining against the zipper of my pants. Her palm inches slowly lower and rubs against my rigid length, causing a groan to leave my lips that I bury into her hair.

Fuck! I need to stop this right now. I need to pull away from her. This is dangerous. Even as I think the thoughts, I do nothing but thrust into her palm, and listen to the hitch in her breath at my actions. That sound is sexy as hell. I wonder if she would make it again, if I wrapped my fingers around her throat and squeezed.

Her fingers tighten around my cock, stroking me tentatively through the fabric, and my head tips back on my neck, allowing myself a moment of pleasure at her touch. Her other hand slips below the hem of my shirt and glides against my heated flesh, causing goosebumps to rise on the back of my neck and arms, and my nipples to pebble. Her touch is innocent and unsure, as if she’s trying desperately not to make a mistake. All it does is make me want her more.

“Dinah, we… should… stop.” The words slip from my lips even as I trail one of my hands along her back to her delicate neck, and I dig my fingers into the edge of her thick, dark hair. A sexy whimper leaves her lips, and I’m a fucking goner as she slips her fingers down my pants, and they stroke over the crown of my weeping cock. Flesh meeting warm flesh that rips a groan from my lips. My eyes threaten to roll back in my head as my body tightens. It’s been so long since someone touched me. It’s been so long since my cock was touched by anyone but myself. Fuck, this feels so good.

“I don’t want to stop, Sammy. I want you to make me feel… alive. I want you to… fuck me.” Her words are whispered close to my chest, yet it’s as if they were shouted in the quiet room, only filled with our rapid breaths. They cycle on repeat in my lust-filled brain, causing me to forget myself as I grab one of her asscheeks and squeeze, pushing her further into my body as I leave small open-mouthed kisses along the crown of her hair.

Fuck, so soft, yet firm, a perfect handful. I’ve been dreaming about touching this ass for a year. I’ve been fantasizing about holding her in my arms since she turned eighteen, and I feared that they would come and take her from me, so she could become a Sacred Wife to some entitled prick. A year of watching her bite her lip, and the perfect round globes of her breasts straining underneath the fabric of the shirts she steals from me. A year of wanting and knowing that she could never be mine.

“We can’t, Dinah. It’s forbidden, you know that. You are to be someone’s Sacred Wife. You need to be pure for the Brotherhood.” Even as the words fill me with devastation, she only clings tighter to me. Her small hand encircles my hard cock and squeezes my length in her slim fingers.

“Don’t take this away from me, from us, please, Sammy. I… I need to know that I was… loved once. I need you. It will always be you… even if they take me from you.”

My fingers in her hair coerce her head back until she’s craning her neck, a small gasp leaving her, as I force her to stare up at me with those gorgeous eyes that have my breath halting in my throat. The need and sincerity of her words are written on her face, right alongside the desire that is encompassing both of us in this dangerous moment in time.

“Please…”

Her one word is my breaking point, shattering my resistance to something I have wanted more than my next breath, more than life itself. My mouth descends on hers, sucking on her lips, and probing so that she opens for me. A moan rumbles from her chest as I slip my tongue inside her mouth, stroking and intertwining us, her sweet mouth still tasting of fruity jam and sin.

I kiss her like my life depends on it, because, at this moment, it might as well be forfeit with what I have just done, and plan to do. I will never be able to go back to the way things were. I succumb head-first to the overpowering need for her. This moment will be seared into my mind forever, and although it’s all kinds of wrong, I can’t stop. This vicious need for her that I have kept leashed tightly all this time, has finally snapped at the restraints that kept it confined and in check. There will be no going back to what we were before this moment. She wants me to make her mine, and I have never wanted anything more.

Her hand strokes me inside my pants, the other one reaching between us and undoing my button and pulling down my zipper, even as my palm slips down our bodies to the band of the loose sweatpants she’s wearing, until my fingers are brushing up against her panties that are soaked with her arousal.

Bloody fucking hell, she’s going to be the death of me. My pants slip down from my waist, followed by my boxers, to pool at my ankles, as her fingers timidly explore my long, hard cock. Her touch is light and unconfident, as she coats her fingers in my precum, stroking me from base to tip with wonder sparkling in her eyes.

I pull her panties to the side, letting my fingers graze along the soft flesh of her pussy lips that are slick to my touch. My middle finger finds her swollen nub and begins to rub circles against it, ripping a gasp from her lips, and causing her to tighten her hold of my dick. I need to touch her everywhere, to feel her soft, warm skin pressed against mine. If I only get this one chance to be with her, I want to make sure I imprint myself into her mind, heart, and body, as she will forever hold a place in mine.

I kick off my shoes and step out of my pants, slipping my hand back out of her sweats, much to her dismay, if the cry that escapes her mouth is saying anything. My hands grasp her just below her asscheeks, and encourage her to jump and wrap those toned legs of hers around my waist. She doesn’t hesitate, wrapping tightly around me. Her pussy positioned against the tip of cock as she rubs herself back and forth, almost makes my knees give out, as I move us out of the kitchen and toward my room.

“If you don’t want this to end quickly, I need you to stop doing that,” I moan into the side of her neck, as I push my shoulder into my door and move past into my room, until we reach my bed. How many nights have I laid here, dreaming about her? Dreaming that she would be wrapped around me like she is at the moment.

“I ache, Sammy.” She moves restlessly in my grasp, the heat of her pussy calling to me through the barrier of her clothing, as she lays warm kisses along the length of my neck.

Goddammit, I am going to cum like a schoolboy getting to second base, before I can even slip my cock inside of her and claim her as mine forever. The thought of breaking through her hymen, permanently ensuring that no one else gets to be her first, almost undoes me.

“Baby, I am going to make you feel so good. I need you to release me so I can undress you.” She doesn’t hesitate as I lay her on my navy sheets, her hair fanning around her, and her chest rising quickly with her panting breath. She grabs the hem of the shirt she’s wearing and rips it over her head, tossing it in a corner before slipping her hands to the waistband of the pants, and dragging them and her panties down her slim legs.

My eyes almost cross with pleasure as they get their first look at her glistening pink pussy with neatly trimmed dark hair. She closes her legs tightly, whether suddenly self-conscious or to give herself some friction, I don’t know, but I won’t have it. I plan to feast on her, and I want to see every single delectable inch. I rip my shirt over my head, exposing my chest, tattoos, and scars to her. I halt my movements to gather whether I repulse her. Some of my scars are ragged and gruesome from the frontlines of the war. Her eyes trace over every inch of me and finally center back on my cock, where she suddenly gets a terrified look in her eyes.

“Umm, yeah… that’s not going… to fit inside of me.”

A chuckle releases from my mouth, all the tension breaking between us, and I wrap my fist around my cock and stroke it while she watches. “It will, beautiful. Trust me. You were made for me.”

I slide to my knees next to the bed and yank her by her ankle to the edge, forcing her legs to open wide so I can see the most intimate part of her. My hand softly travels along the length of the calf and to her thigh as she trembles before me. My mouth follows the path my hand just took until I reach the apex of where her thighs meet her pussy. I suck the skin hard, leaving a red mark, before using my teeth to lightly bite down, testing her pain tolerance.

“Fuck, Sammy!” A screech leaves her lips, followed by a hearty moan. A smile breaks along my mouth, pulling on my facial scar as I press my lips against her skin. She’s so responsive to my touch, and pain doesn’t seem to scare her. I let the thought make its way to the back of my mind for later. I’m going to enjoy teaching her about how pain can make her feel good.

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